Monday, August 28, 2006
Midnight
Midnight. That was when they’d agreed upon. All day she’d been waiting. She looked at the clock, ripe with anticipation. It was 11:56pm. It was almost time.
She looked around the room and laid a soft blanket out on the floor and stood there, considering the angles. Could she really actually go through with it?
Tick tock.
11:57pm. She went to the window and drew back the blinds. Opening the window, she felt the cool night air against her skin and peered out into the darkness, the moonlight casting shadows down through the trees and dancing across the ground outside. Goosebumps rose on her flesh, a little from the chill maybe, but mostly from the adrenaline pumping through her body.
11:59pm. She struck a match to light the few candles in the room and quickly flicked the light switch off. The warm glow lit her skin as she slowly, delicately slid the clothes off her body and laid back on the blanket.
Tick tock.
She inhaled deeply and listened to the wind blowing, the rustling of leaves on the trees, and she could sense that he was already there. This was how they planned it. There was no turning back now.
It was midnight.
At first, she felt so exposed, so vulnerable and yet… exhilarated. My God, what was she thinking?
Laying there, her mind racing, she tried to block out the worries and find a way to quiet her mind. Shush, she thought. They had agreed. This was the only way.
She closed her eyes and ran her hands across her middle, caressing her stomach and slowly gliding her hands up over her breasts, her nipples hardened to smooth pebbles beneath her fingertips and shooting electric tingles throughout her body with the slightest touch. Moving her palms over her waist and down her hips, she felt the warm softness of her skin and let the worries melt away as she imagined him hovering over her, his hands clutching at her passionately in place of her own.
She heard a quiet gasp escape from the window. He was watching her.
Knowing this made her whole body tremble with excitement. A shiver shot up her spine and she exhaled hard. She slipped her hands down her legs, between her thighs and slid her fingers across her flesh, fire hot and tight, yet slick with desire. Her worries washed away as the feelings of pleasure overtook her, mercifully drowning out the little voice in her head. She relented, smiling as she teased herself, sliding her fingers around in little circles, inside and out again, allowing her thumb to graze against her soft skin, bringing wave upon wave of warm liquid bliss.
Mmmmmmmmm. She felt the moans escape her mouth as she held her eyes closed tight, focusing on the cool breeze against her hot skin, the sounds of the trees, still imagining her touch as his touch. Spreading her legs impossibly wide, she abandoned any sense of modesty and over and again delved into herself, one hand between her legs and the other cupping her breast, then up across her forehead, her fingers raking through her hair and pushing it away from her face.
Her moans, growing louder Mmmmmmmm…. mingled with those echoed outside…. mmmmmmmmm… from only a few feet away.
Beads of sweat glistened on her chest as her breathing began to quicken. Her breasts rising and falling, her heart pounding hard and fast. Biting down on her bottom lip, swollen and cherry red, her breathing more like panting, she didn’t know how much longer she would last. She knew she didn’t want the feeling to end. With every sensation she melted, wanted more. It wasn’t enough. More. Just a little more. Oh my God. MORE.
She heard a low throaty groan from outside and the aching sound was all it took to put her over the edge. Oh God, YES, she squealed. The sound of his voice was the final blow, exploding at her core and sending wave upon wave of pleasure throughout her. Her whole body throbbed and bucked as she surrendered. Fuck! Ohmygod ohmygod OH MY GOD! Fuck.
As she laid there, still vibrating, aftershocks continuing to pulse through her body, she brought one hand over her face, flushed red and glowing. Peeking out of her fingers, she smiled a little at the window, and wrapped the soft blanket from beneath her up around her torso, suddenly feeling strangely modest again.
She gazed out into the darkness and saw his silhouette standing there. She swore she saw the hint of a smile as he turned slowly and walked away. She already couldn't wait until she would see him again.
Tick tock.
Yes. Until the next time.
