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Moonlight Tryst
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
MOONLIGHT TRYST
The lake was bathed in molten silver as I looked out of the
cabin window last night and thought of you sleeping in the cabin
next door, so near to me and yet so unaccessible. A warm breeze
rose up from the beach, as if to beckon me down to the water, which
would still be warm though it was well past midnight.
I had seen you bathing in that water in the afternoon, your
voluptuous body poured into a scanty two-piece suit that left
little to the imagination. And you knew that I was watching you,
didn't you, as you cavorted in the water and intermittently waded
up onto the beach to sun yourself on a large beach towel. There you
would lie on your belly, look around to see if anyone was watching
- knowing full well that I was sitting up on the neighboring porch-
slip down your bra and reveal a pair of the loveliest globes of
flesh I had ever seen, let alone nuzzled against.
Against my will, my penis had risen against the restraining
fabric of my trunks, which had not been designed to accommodate
anything larger than a male organ shrunken by cold water. You
seemed to sense my discomfort as you lay there and take a childish
satisfaction from it, for even at that distance I could see a faint
smile on your lips. "Aha, you little cock-teaser," I thought to
myself as I squirmed uncomfortably in my deck chair, "you'll get
yours in the end. And I hope I am the one to give it to you."
But at that moment the screen door of your cabin swung open
with a slapping sound, and out stepped a burly man, whose presence
I instantly resented with all of the jealousy of a rutting moose.
He laid a towel down beside yours and tried to catch your attention
by rubbing your well-tanned back. I sensed rejection in your
involuntary shudder at his touch and rejoiced in it. Perhaps there
would be room for me in your scheme of things.
Sounds of an argument drifted up from you to my porch and soon
you both rose and entered your cabin. As for me, I rose and
awkwardly made my way to the lake to dampen my enthusiasm.
The demands of my own family kept occupied all evening, but
throughout it all, images of you kept intruding into my mind.
Though bed-time came in due time, sleep would not, and that is how
I came to be walking down towards the lakeshore under that
brilliant moon at one o'clock in the morning.
The white sand shimmered and on it I spied a large beach towel
that had been left there. I lay down on it, bare as the day I was
born, and gazed up at the myriads of stars. They were so much
brighter here in the clear air of the interior than at home in our
haze-filled skies. I could almost feel the rotation of the earth as
I looked up and had a giddy feeling as if I was going to fall off
the edge of this planet into infinity.
Never had I felt closer to nature as I lay there naked in the
moonlight. As I became accustomed to the quietness, interrupted
only by the lapping of wavelets on the shore, I could hear the
sounds of all the creatures of the wilderness up behind the cabins,
the shriek of a rabbit being pounced on by a coyote, and the
mating calls of the loon on the lake and the wolf in the bush.
How far we have drifted, I was thinking, from that state of grace
found only in nature, where creatures obey their basic lusts and
satisfy their appetites to kill and rut and couple, all without
remorse.
My reverie was sharply interrupted by a loud splash in the
water in front of your cabin. A widening circle in the water was
soon replaced by a head, hands rubbing water from eyes, and arms
smoothly cutting through the water in a crawl along the shore
towards where I lay. You came to a stop in front of me and stood up
in the shallow water. For it was you, of course, rising from the
foam like Diana of old.
Oh God, no goddess could have been more beautiful than you
were, my dear, standing there shimmering in the moonlight, blond
tresses still dripping water, full breasts casting shadows on your
flat belly heaving a little from the exertion, your thighs like
pillars of gleaming marble, joining in a shadowed V full of
mysterious promise.
Only then, I think, did you sense my presence, for you gave a
start like a frightened doe as you looked up and saw me lying there
on my elbows taking in your beauty. Then you seemed to take
courage, waded unhesitatingly up out of the water, crossed the sand
and, without a word, let yourself down beside me on the towel.
Your head fell onto my now extended arm and we turned towards
each other in a movement as natural as that of all the other
creatures astir on that enchanted night.
As we rolled together, all of our body parts seemed to fall
into a preordained place and position. Your full, warm lips met
mine and our mouths merged in a deep kiss that melted my very soul.
Our tongues intertwined like two playful eels cavorting in the warm
pool formed . Your glorious orbs of breasts jostled my smaller
nipples, now rigid. Your still damp belly pressed itself
shamelessly into mine. And that mysterious V, seemingly of its own
volition, opened its secrets to my thrusting shaft, now as turgid
and charged as that of any raging bull.
I slid into your warm smoothness, feeling the rippling of the
inner walls of your love channel as it grasped my member, seemingly
taking it in to your very depths with fierce, possessive little
gripping movements. Like a voracious mouth it was, with thirsty
lips and licking tongue and swallowing throat, devouring, inhaling,
sucking me in until our pubic bones collided in a mighty coming
together and the base of my penis ground into your clitoris.
This was no sordid tryst in some sleazy motel, but two
children of nature coming together as we were intended to, under
God's own sky and moon and stars, and free from any sense of guilt.
As we rolled and writhed and twisted and turned out there in the
moonlight last night, there was no question of right or wrong, nor
any shred of conventional morality to temper our Eden-like bliss.
This was the sheer sensation, unequalled among life's
pleasures, of a man and a woman enjoying each other's bodies,
each made to serve and service the other in the supreme act of
love.
And when the grinding of your pubis against mine and the
smooth suck of your cunt on my cock brought us both to a gigantic
climax on that sandy beach I am sure the stars skipped a beat in
their march towards eternity, and the very moon smiled in silent
approval.---
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