2 comments/ 10919 views/ 0 favorites A Dream in the Moonlight Ch. 01 By: classyman1938 The book had become a struggle. My eyes were drooping and begged to be sealed. I turned out the light and drifting easily into the arms of beckoning sleep. It felt like I was falling into a bottomless abyss, but my stomach didn’t churn, and I realized that I wasn’t falling at all, but drifting. I looked down and saw a beautiful image. She was just below me but just out of reach, drifting along with me, on her back, as if she were floating face up in a stream. Her arms were outstretched, and she had a pleasant “hug me” figure that was complimented by her classic black dress. My eye was attracted by a gold chain around her neck, which seemed to be twisted. As her hand reached up to straighten the chain, I could’nt help but notice the rise and fall of her attractive breasts. Her lips wore a knowing smile, and her eyes said to me, “I like what you are thinking.” My eyes answered, “I would love to unveil them and worship with my lips.” “Are you referring to my breasts?” She asked. I nodded, and, with a knowing chuckle, she replied “naughty boy.” But she reached out her hand and beckoned me to come closer. I drifted down to her, and our bodies touched. She put her arms around me, looked deeply into my eyes and said, “You were thinking about something before you went to sleep.” “Yes” I said “I was thinking about a woman with whom I was talking last night. She told me of a man admiring her breasts and telling her so. He was from Chicago; rode a motorcycle. I was jealous of him, wishing that I could be in the woman’s presence, to talk with her, see her, sense her aura—just be able to see for myself what I’d perceived in her words.” “I read your thoughts, and have felt your desire.” She said “Would you like me to take you to her?” I smiled and asked “You can do this?” “Yes” she said “I can, if you believe and follow me implicitly.” I nodded, and she took my hand. Her touch filled my body with womb warmth which made me feel secure. Soon, we were moving at great speed above the lights of Los Angeles. I only sensed movement as we sped swiftly over the mountains; we traveled in silence. The moon was full, and as we drifted over the desert I could see the shadows of the Joshua trees outlined against the pale desert earth. In a flash, we passed over the gaudy lights of Las Vegas, where I sensed the crush of sinfully joyous humanity. Then, whooshing on, I saw the monuments of the four corners, their shadows casting demonic figures on the sands of the high desert. We swept past the snow capped Rocky Mountains, and then across the flat plains of Kansas. As we passed over The Lake of the Ozarks I saw in the distance the convergence of two large rivers, which caused me to face my guide. She turned her raven haired head toward me and smiled, saying “Soon my gentle friend, soon.” We descended, gliding lower, just above the rooftops, and hovered over a red house in a wood. I feared that she would slam me into the side of the house, but to my surprise, we passed through the walls as if they didn’t exist. We stood in a room hand in hand, my eyes becoming accustomed to the darkness, and I heard the soft sound of sleep-breathing, and the smell of femininity. My guide embraced me and whispered “Be wonderful to her my friend. She longs to be worshipped” and then she was gone. I stood beside a bed, looking down. To my surprise the woman in the bed, her head resting on the pillow, was the twin of my guide, but very real. My stomach fluttered as I realized I was in the presence of the tender woman with whom I’d been talking on-line. I stole softly to the edge of the bed and reached out my hand, gently brushing hair from her face. Her body stirred quietly as I lowered myself to my knees. Very gently, my fingers touched her cheek, coursed slowly down her face and, barely touching, traced up and down the side of her neck. She sighed sensually, as if I’d flipped the switch that opened her desires. I slid my left hand between the pillow and her face, leaned forward and tenderly kissed her lips. I felt them respond oh,such soft pillows! They worked gently against mine. Her eyes fluttered, then opened, and she stretched her arms, saying “mmmm, I dreamt that someone was kissing me.” Her eyes looked into mine and then she smiled. “Welcome to Missouri my love.” I was startled that she spoke to me like she was expecting me. How did she know it was me? But then, how could I be here in the first place? This must be a dream. If it were a dream though, I decided I wouldn’t question it, only live within it. I realized that our minds was somehow drifting in the same deep and strongly moving current. “I was just dreaming about you” she said “You were in an airplane, and were sensually aroused by the sound and movement of the airplane.” She smiled and shook her head. ”You were looking out over the lights of Las Vegas, thinking of the sensual pleasures that were being shared by so many down below.” “Yes” I said, “I was flying, and I was over Vegas.” I placed my hand on her warm cheek as I continued “It is so strange to me that we were both thinking of each other, and here I am with you.” My hand was still on her cheek, and she was looking up at me with dreamy eyes that were alive and sparkling. This is to real to be a dream I thought, as I tilted my head to be parallel with hers, and gazed deeply into her dark pools. Our gazes locked, and I felt my chest begin to heave as her face emanated warmth on my fingertips. I placed my forehead against hers, our gazes still searching deeply. Our noses nuzzled gently, and I felt intoxicated. Her warmth exuded through the thin sheet. I moved my hand slowly, almost imperceptibly beneath it, down her arm to the rise of her hip. Her hand came out from beneath the sheet, and the backs of her fingers moved delicately over my cheek. A fine succulence emanated from her fingers, and realized that they were moist. My nostrils detected a delicate feminine bouquet that wafted into my senses. As I realized where her marvelous fingers had been and what they had been doing, my nostrils flared and my heart began to thump, knowing that soon my fingers would be exploring the source of her heavenly scent, traveling the sensuous path that would open the petals of her voluptuous flower. My eyes closed as I moved my right hand from the rise of her hip, and lifted her hand to kiss her fingertips. I savored her taste. Then, moving my left hand from her cheek, I held it lovingly, worshipping its recent sojourn in her luscious garden. Looking into her eyes I opened her hand and kissed the back, Turned it over I kissed her open palm. My teeth nibbled gently and scraped her palm, which caused a tiny sigh, and felt her body move. Placing my lips softly on her wrist I felt the shusshing of blood flowing through her veins, and detected a faint saltiness beneath her strong femininity. She tasted so good. Her hips and legs moved when my lips pecked softly up her forearm, signaling that a circuit had been turned on. When my cushioned lips reached the soft inside of her elbow my tongue flicked her delicate skin. She tensed and emitted a catlike “mmmmmmmmmmmm.” My mind was raced with thoughts of her body. Having only talked with her I had imagined how her breasts formed, how her abdomen rose and fell, moving her navel in and out. I imagined the small soft triangle of curling hairs, pointing the way to the cleft of her large lips, which hid the tiny soft button that I imagined was swelling between her glistening labia. My manhood began to swell as I continued my tender foreplay. Lifting her arm, exposing her soft armpit, I placed my lips on her tender skin, then licked under her arm, snuffled my lips and scraped ever so gently with my teeth. The sheet lay over her partially exposed breast. My eyes feasted on her soft olive flesh, which showed roundness, and the outline of her nipple protruding through white fabric. I felt a sharp sensation to between my legs as my oyster-like testicles flexed slowly up and down. As I continued licking under her arm my hand slid down to the sensual nakedness of her breast, my finger gingerly tracing the line of fabric which covered it. She sucked in, exposing the gap, which my fingers found, and were soon fondling the softness of her ample warm flesh. She moved her shoulder circularly, inviting me to more satisfying exploration, and my fingers touched the softness of her areola, tracing a circle, which kept narrowing around the protruding nipple. Her body quivered and her hip moved forward as she squeezed her legs together. “Ooooh, Teddy, it is so sensitive.” she gasped in a whisper. My penis was now fully extended and hard. Looking down I realized that I was dressed in the same attire in which I fell asleep—nothing. I stood, and Lynn’s left hand reached out and grasped my pulsing bulk. Her hand was warm and I felt so comfortable in her grasp. My knees weakened as she began moving the outer skin on my rigid warm shaft. I was afraid of losing control, and strongly flexed my buttocks to seal the passage. Reaching for the sheet I pulled it back, fully exposing her marvelous breasts, reddened nipples extending. I lay down beside her, put my right hand over her shoulder and pulled her close to me. Soft warm breasts touched my bare chest, and I marveled at the sensation of her rigid nipples touching my tiny points. Then, I kissed her soft and eager lips. Wild sensations coursed through my body as our supple lips worked against the other’s. I probed shallowly as her lips parted slightly, running my tongue back and forth along the slit. Her lips continued to knead mine, and with each move her mouth opened wider, allowing my tongue to explore her moist warm cavern. Her tongue met mine and we each explored the other’s soft slickness, over and under, feeling soft velvet and slick bumps. Our breathing became as one. She inhaled through her nose as I exhaled through mine. We were sharing our air like two scuba divers rising from the deep, seeking the release of pressing water. We sought release, but our keys unlocked different treasures. She was reluctant to release my swollen peninsula into my hand, so I began massaging her back with my hands as she threw her left leg over my hip. At the same instant she rubbed the smooth tight head of my penis along the flowing groove of her vulva, my sensitive head gliding thru her warm, moist, female essence. Her hand guided me until the my head completed the socket of the passageway to her inner pleasures; It was marvelous. I pressed forward gently as my tapered head spread her vaginal sphincter and I felt her begin to open. Then, I felt it close around the ridge of my glans as it completed the socket. She began squeezing me in her vaginal ring, and I felt a marvelous warmth starting from my balls, then spreading throughout my body. I pushed in a little further, hoping that she could feel me against her g-spot, began undulating, and pushing in, using small strokes, moving in and out. From the delighted sighs I heard, coming deep from within, I thought I hit the spot. I moved in short thrusts as she matched me. At the same time she was still stroking me with her hands, every now and then reaching for my balls and squeezing them gently. All of a sudden her vagina tightened in a spasm, and I heard her escaping breath. As her body relaxed I felt a warmth surrounding my drum tight head. Her tightness eased, and my thrusting produced a slurping sound caused by her ejaculate, as it leaked past the loosened seal. In a calculated, yet playful turn of my body, she easily rolled over as I popped out of her bountiful pussy. She was now on top of me, still holding my engorged shaft tightly within her. I knew that she wanted us to taste each other. So, reversing her position she straddled me, and I saw her rounded buttocks moving toward me. As she lowered I heard the tiny click as her wet labia parted. Her ejaculate dripped, and three drops landed between my lip and nose. The fragrance was redolent with her female aroma. My breath quickened with excited expectation, as I sniffed to inhale its rich musk. Her clitoris glistened in the moonlight which shinned through the window. Round and swollen, it reminded me of a tiny pearl. I knew that the nectar I would taste would be exquisitely sweet. As her soft labia touched my lips I began to suckle her hanging lobes. My body jumped as if stimulated by an electrical shock. Her tongue probed my tiny hole which oozed it’s clear sweetness. As I sucked her labia between my lips her hips began to undulate. At the same time my sensitive cock felt her tongue coating it’s head with my flowing precum. Now my tongue traveled moistly along her slick groove. She rocked back to bring her pulsing clitoris within range. My tongue slid along her groove, bumped past her vaginal tunnel and regained the track as it finally touched the tip of her expectant bud, which peeked hopefully out of it’s protecting hood. Tips touched and she winced elegantly, as my tongue found the fold of her hood, and circled. She took three inches of my rigid cock into her mouth and began circling with her tongue. Both of us squeezed our feelings into our tongues, hoping to bring exquisite pleasure to our lover. We breathed in primal rhythms as if the combination of our breath and our tongues would produce the secret rapture that we’d both longed for. As my tongue traveled round and around her clitoris, my chin became soaked with the honey of her pussy. Closing my eyes I concentrated my feelings into my tongue, probing for the nerve endings that would shock her in to spasms of pleasure. Patiently I guided my tongue slowly up one side, and down the other, pressing in and up at the bottom, moving inward with gentle pressure. I felt the velvet of the top of my tongue titillate her tiny tip, swishing it back and forth. I heard an ecstatic sigh come from her mouth, muted by the fullness of my swollen cock that stroked deeply inside her oral cavity. As her hips moved swiftly back and forth I to scrape both sides of her clitoris ever so gently with my teeth. This seemed to increase her rhythm. At the same time she sucked my penis deeply into her mouth. As she came down on me I could feel the head of my cock touching her soft pallet. Her movement was fast; my penis was moving rapidly in and out of her mouth. Her lips held me tight, and I knew that I could take this no longer, whispering urgently, “Lynn,stop! I’m getting ready to come, and can’t hold back any longer.” I heard muffled laughter as she sucked me faster, and rapidly moved the loose skin of my cock up and down. I opened my mouth and started moving my lips wildly on her sodden pussy, wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible. Suddenly, an explosion went off in my head, and I saw a bright light as my prostate released the pressure. A long stream of warm semen shot into her mouth. I was ecstatic. Does she know that this is heaven for me? I thought. She kept sucking, causing another, but smaller stream to squirt into her mouth again. How can I show her my pleasure? My lips pressed against her labia, and my tongue found the passage to her vagina. Puckering, like a trumpet player, I blew with great force, filling her pocket with air, ballooning her. Air began to escape past my lips with the pressure, and I sucked in harder,collapsing her walls tightly against each other. I kept repeating this in rapid succession as she kept moving my cock in and out of her mouth. She undulated her hips, her legs quivering, as my prostate forced it’s last and smallest stream into her mouth, which gurgled slightly with the semen in her throat. My prostate kept pumping. but nothing came out. Lynn’s body began to settle on mine. I felt her nipples touch me, and her breasts compress on my stomach. She kept licking and sucking me gently, saying “uummm, uummm.” My mouth slid off of Lynn’s pussy, my face wet with her flow. I gasped, “Oh, God Lynn, thank you; you are wonderful!” She sighed “hmmmmm”, as her face settled on my thighs. Our breathing came in waves, subsiding as we both settled into each other’s body, awash in warmth. I thought to myself, “Wow! This is such and adventure. I hope she is enjoying it as much as I.” We lay unmoving. The flush of my face was subsiding as my skin began to cool and dry. But the scent of Lynn’s womanly “perfume” still emanated. I breathed in deeply to confirm that her aroma was still with me. Lynn’s weight was growing heavy upon me. I thought she was sleeping, then I winced in pleasure as I felt goose bumps rising on my arms from the cool air being blown on my penis and testicles. Her face nestled on my thighs. The soft blowing continued up and down the length of my partially softened penis and around my balls. Comically, I thought with a chuckle So finally, I’m getting a blow job. “What?” Lynn wondered “What’s so funny?” “Oh, I was just thinking; I never understood why everybody calls it a blow job, when it is really a suck job...or, even, a suck and lick job.” “Silly” I heard Lynn say softly, feeling her tongue flick the head of my cock. “Lynn, I have to get out from under you Babe” I said “I’m starting to have a hard time breathing.” She sucked my head into her mouth hard and then pulled her mouth off with a “pop!” “Well, see if I give you a suck/lick job again”, she chuckled, then rolled over on her back, her arm hitting the bed with a flop in an exaggerated movement. end of part I A Dream in the Moonlight Ch. 02 Looking over at her I smiled, then sat up on the edge of the bed. I felt her fingers scrape gently on my bare shoulders, moving to the small of my back. The full moon was shining through the open window. I heard a cat meow loudly, and then a dog bark rapidly as the cat apparently jumped the fence. Looking down at the night stand, I saw a bottle of Kama Sutra Garden of Pleasure lotion, and next to it an average size vibrator shaped like a penis. This lady certainly knows how to take care of herself. I looked over at Lynn who was looking back at me smiling demurely, probably wondering what I was going to do next. Looking back at the lotion bottle, I reached for it and removed the cap. Holding the plastic bottle over her right nipple I squeezed a short line onto the darkly pink flesh. She sucked her breath in and said, “Oooo, that feels cold.” I laid the bottle down beside me on the bed, placed my middle finger on her areola, and began tracing through the lotion, spreading it around her nipple. I continued smoothing it around and around in smaller concentric circles, barely touching the sides of the nipple. It began to firm up, blush, and stand up like an eraser. I spread my fingers as wide as I could, barely touching her soft breast flesh. I slid them downward ‘til the hollow of my hand barely touched her nipple. Lynn breathed in, pushing her nipple against my hand. I straightened my fingers and began slowly manipulating the nipple with my hand. Then reaching out with my lotion moistened fingers I began kneading her breast. Her hips wiggled and her breathing increased. “Be patient love, this may take a while” I said, reaching over for the lotion bottle, taking it in my hand and squeezing a short line on her left nipple. “Oooooh” she winced. Getting up on my knees I threw my right leg over her hip straddling her body, lightly resting my bottom on her thighs. My testicles, being tickled by the contact, moved back and forth between her thighs. With a hand on each breast I began to smooth the fragrant lotion into her eager skin, taking gentle trips around her nipples with my fingers, rolling them between the thumbs. I felt her hips begin to rock back and forth as she flexed and tightened her buttocks. Breathing steadily now, she was titillated by my hands and fingers working her breast and nipples. I looked deeply into her eyes, smiled, and scooted up, placing my now hardened penis in the hollow of her cleavage. Settling my buttocks into Lynn’s upper tummy I felt my balls nestle against her warm skin, the bottom of my cock feeling her warmth. As I pressed her breasts over my veined hardness I winced and said “God Lynn, your breasts are so marvelous.” Slowly, with my cock nestled warmly between my lady’s soft warm flesh, I began to stroke. With each stroke I whispered “Oooooo! Oooooo!” Lynn held my eyes in her gaze and smiled proudly, saying,“I love the feel your hard cock between my breasts.” I wanted to prolong this play, but felt precum oozing out of my tiny slit, so I stopped. I placed the middle finger of my right hand loosely on her slit, and squeezed with my balls, forcing the clear liquid onto my finger. My semen tipped finger glistened in the moonlight as it reached to Lynn’s lips and affectionately glossed them with the essence of my manhood. Then, leaning forward, I softly pressed my lips against hers and slid them through the silken aloe. Our lips parted with a soft pecking sound drawing tiny strings of the emollient between our lips. Our lips came together hungrily and opened as our breathing made hollow “meowing” sounds; tongues danced sensuously. I felt Lynn’s thighs reach and caress my back. As our breathing quickened I broke the kiss, saying “You are a marvelous lover Lynn.” Here was a lady worthy of the best I had to give, and I was not going to disappoint her. Reaching over, I rolled Lynn’s left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, causing her mouth to pucker and open in a tiny oval. Her breath escaped, bringing forth a sibilant sound, whispering “Oooo.” Her body tensed as I pinched the nipple sharply, then she looked at me to let me know that she welcomed the pain. She closed her eyes, shuddered and then relaxed. Rising up on my elbow, with my hand on the inside of her left breast I pulled it toward my mouth, formed a whistling hole between my lips, and began blowing a tiny stream of cool air on the side of her nipple. She winced pleasurably. Then, directly over her nipple, I blew around the outer rim of her areola, working patiently toward the center-laying down my cooling breath like a coil of rope. With my left hand, in a reverse path, I traced my middle finger around her opposite areola. As it touched the sides of her right nipple the tiny zephyr wafted the juncture of her left areola and nipple. My two fingers and thumb were poised over her nipple, as my lips parted, ready to sandwich the other protrusion between them. At the same instant my lips compressed on the left nipple and my fingertips touched the right. Lynn’s hips thrust upward in response to the sensitive contact, my fingers touching her excited skin so lightly that she could almost feel the whorls of my fingerprints. Suckling like a tiny baby I was amazed at how large and rigid her nipple felt between my lips, and wondered if nipples grew this large when babies suck for milk. Her pulse quickened sending more blood to her sensitive nerve endings, which caused both nipples to enflame. I compressed my lips, touching the center of her raw nipple with my tongue. At the same I rolled her other nipple between my fingers. “Oooooh!, Ooooh!, Ooooh!” escaped shrilly from her lips. Her legs pulled up and flexed at the knees spreading and coming back together, as her two hands slid down between her legs. I closed my eyes and willed all of my feelings into my tongue and fingers, waiting for her release. Her orgasm happened with tense stiffening, a long loud “OOOOH,” and a slight shudder of her entire body. Then, totally relaxed her body sunk into the bed. This is more than I could have ever anticipated I thought warmly as I smiled and lay my head on Lynn’s breasts. I closed my eyes, my ear a stethoscope to the railing of Lynn’s lungs, hearing the shuush/thump/shuush/thump/shuush/thump of her heart. I must have dozed for an instant, feeling that I was curled up, awash in the protective amniotic fluid of the giver of life. Feeling her fingers lovingly comb through my hair, I knew that I was really here to worship in her temple. Her tender touch confirmed that my sacraments were worthy, and I wanted to be true to the tender longings of this bountiful goddess. My face, pillowed by Lynn’s rising and falling breasts, felt like it was almost part of her skin. It seemed to me that I was hearing the shushing of blood being propelled through her tiny capillaries. My mind was so she-oriented that I imagined her femaleness opening and calling out for my attention. Perhaps this was a dream, but never before in a dream had I ever experienced such depth and reality of feeling. Am I really here with her? “Teddy.” Not only had I heard my name spoken through Lynn’s mouth, but it also reverberated in my ear which was pressed between her breasts. I smiled and said “Yes love.” “I have to go to the bathroom, so you need to get off of me,” she chuckled. End of Part II A Dream in the Moonlight Ch. 03 I rolled off of her body thinking I wonder if people really go to the bathroom in their dreams. Lynn sat up, leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips, got up and walked into the bathroom. I watched the soft movement of her feminine body gliding through the moon shadows and disappear into the darkness. Then I heard the tinkling splashing sound of her urinating in the toilet bowl. This caused warmth to flow over me. Maybe it was the primal feeling of having once being inside my mother, surrounded by the warmth of her amniotic sac. I sensed the warmth of her fluids about me. But the sound Lynn’s peeing turned me on, and I began stroking myself. As always, I loved the feel of my penis in my hand. I felt the long protruding passageway on the bottom and the muscular ridges along the shaft, remembering the many times I have felt this wonderful organ grow through the years, from a soft wee thing to the substantial part of my body that it had become. In my reverie I was pleasantly shocked when Lynn wrapped her warm fingers around my erection and touched my oozing slit with the tip of her tongue. She squeezed my shaft as she lapped and sucked, then moved up to my face, glossed my lips with my precum, and kissed me tenderly, sliding her lips across mine with the slippery coating. She lay down beside me and our eyes locked, gazing into the depths of each other’s being, lying facing each other on the pillow—the Yin and Yang—the male and the female. I have always been fascinated by what “female” means, and I could never understand men who are not totally captivated by the total concept of woman. As my eyes left Lynn’s gaze they began to take in the soft lines of her face: her gentle lips, her delicate ears, her expressive eyes. I wondered what her thoughts were of me. Did she wonder what made men go wild in the presence of a woman, and at other times made them controlling or difficult? Did she sense that I was here as a pilgrim who made the arduous journey to this sexual Mecca, to worship a female goddess? Just as I thought this, she reached out with the backs of her fingernails and stroked my cheek. Her touch was gentle; so sensuous. I felt like every hair on my body stood on end. I needed to respond to let her know that I was enjoying her, so I took her fingers in mine, interlaced them and raised our arms together. As our arms stretched the muscles of our forearms touched; I loved the warmth and softness. Our elbows straightened and came together, cushioned by our upper arm muscles. Again we were lost in the dark pupils of the other’s eyes, searching, lavishing our sensations of allness. Without prompting, our fingers unlaced and straightened, palms came together. The hollows of our hands straightened and, as if by magic, we felt the whorls of our palm prints. But magic is an illusion, and the sensation of our touching was very real. I felt the beat of my heart in my ear drums, The beat I felt in my hands and fingertips however, was rising from a different drum. So sensitive was the touch that I felt Lynn’s pulse. Loving warmth spread throughout my body and a drop of moisture formed in the corners of my eyes. No, this wasn’t magic, this was incredibly real. Lynn’s eyes glistened in the moonlight as well. Somehow we are together tonight as a reward. The gods of love must have seen the burning passion in our hearts, the need to please someone so special, and to be pleased in return. They had granted our desire and it seemed that tonight we would be rewarded indeed, an answer to our years of curiosity. Like children on the edge of a new adventure, our hearts skipped in wondrous syncopation. I looked up at our hands, illuminated by the moonlight, and smiled. My first vision was one of Albrecht Durer’s Praying Hands. Our fingers touched, each tip flexed at the knuckles, palms together, our thumbs parallel. I smiled, realizing that my prayers had been answered as the second vision of our hands came into view. I now saw in our conjoined hands the outline of the most female of shapes, a contoured wedge, the sacred Yoni. Where our fingers touched I saw soft pursing lips. Our parallel thumbs now appeared as an extended, rigid, swollen button waiting expectantly for the touch that would send urgent messages to the center of this goddess’s sexual soul. Almost imperceptibly I began to slide my fingers downward. My concentration was so intense that the friction between Lynn’s fingerprints and mine seemed larger than life. Each whorl seemed like an exaggerated peak and valley. I had never taken LSD before, but sensed that these extreme sensations mirrored the experience of an acid high. My fingers crept slowly down Lynn’s fingers in a sensuous slide. Tickling fingers brushed gently, bumping over the pads in her palm. I was brought back by a long, soft “oooh.” Looking deeply into Lynn’s eyes I caught a glimpse of her gently flaring nostrils. Her eyes communicated her thoughts saying, “Take your time Teddy. You are opening doors that have never before been opened. Find the jewels behind each door; be patient.” My middle finger circled the hollow of her hand. Her arm lowered and her fingers caressed my eyelids. Wow! Nerve cells that I never knew switched their actuations as tingling warmth spread across my forehead, shot down my spine, and activated the pistons of my sexual engine. Gently, I took her hand, straightened her fingers, then began licking tantalizing moistness between the crack of each one. I thought of legs together, legs spreading. My tongue lingered at the confluence of each finger, probing fantastically for a nonexistent, tiny button, brushing each imaginary node. Slowly, sensually, I licked each finger, each vee, each imagined button, sensing the quickening of blood rushing through her tiny capillaries. She winced softly with each touch. She must feel it also. Our eyes locked again as the allness of our caring rushed from the darkness of our pupils. Silently, Lynn’s visual but silent voice said “yes, yes.” I placed the back of her hand in my palm, facing upward, lowered my lips and pillowed them in the palm of her hand. Her female softness and aroma kissed back, and the combination of her essences caused me to feel a catching deep in my gut. I looked in to her eyes, moved my lips from her hand so she could see what would cause her next wave of sensations. A silver string that I had gathered in my mouth stretched downward through my lips. As the end of the string touched her hand she winced, gazing at the small pool which formed in the hollow of her hand. Her nostrils flared and, as my lips dived lusciously into the pool, an almost silent “oooooooh” parted her lips. I massaged the liquid into her hand, while my escaping breath spoke in the tongues of “mwaa, mwaa.” My teeth rode over each whorl, bumping ever so gingerly. My lips, wet with my saliva, mixed with my lover’s femaroma, traveled deliciously over the hump of her palm. As my soft wet lips touched her wrist her body jerked as if she caught herself nodding off in church. Her lips formed in a small oval as if to make a sound but no sound came. Looking into her eyes, opened wide as saucers, I could see that I had touched a sensual nerve that caused disbelief. The words were there, but it was as if she didn’t want to use words, fearing that they would express her pleasure inadequately. The air flowed to form words, but her words only hung her mind. Tenderly, my teeth nibbled her soft warm wrist. My lips touched her pressure point and felt the small but strong punches of her pulse. I hadn’t realized what this erotic experience was doing to me, but now, was aware of my maleness, which stood firmly erect in the shadows. Lynn smoothed my hair with her free hand, such a soft and sensual feeling. I felt good that she was reassuring me silent, yet very confirming way. Her fingers laced my hair. With a start she pulled my hair as my tongue traced a large circle in the hollow of her elbow. Goose bumps pimpled her skin and her body began to quiver. Her fingers combed thru my hair and released as her hand disappeared into the darkness. Then my body shook with a jerk as I felt her finger touch the moistened slit of my erectness, sliding slowly down the groove of my head, the large vein of my shaft, and the anxious orbs of my swollen testicles. Blood coursed through my veins in surges. I could feel the tight head of my penis expand and contract with my heartbeat as each delicious clasp slid the skin up and down my muscled shaft. Her eyes, expanded by the darkness of the room, were saucers, punctuated by the wide blackness of her pupils, yet, I could see the moonlight glisten in those eyes that totally captivated me. At the same time her lips curved into a demure smile, as she chuckled assuredly, showing just a glint of her teeth. I closed my eyes, concentrated on trying not to come too quickly. I almost lost the battle, oozing a little semen, but squeezing back most of my urge. I knew then that I would be able to stay hard, long enough to satisfy us both. Feeling the silken slipperiness on her hand Lynn spread my gift between her fingers and thumb. Then, blessing me with a sacrament of her own, she made a small cross on my forehead, touched my eyelids, and brought her fingers to my lips, moistening them with the essence of my body. Leaning forward, she kissed me sensuously, sliding through the gloss, working her lips against mine. All the while, she never stopped stroking my loaded sex. Breaking the kiss, as if bobbing for apples at a Halloween party, she dropped her head, and I felt the warmth of her moist oral cavity enveloping the tight, shiny head of my penis. I stood up, taking her hands in mine, and pulled her onto the floor. As her body swung I felt like a trapeze artist, pivoting on her heels, with her back to the floor, my extended penis never leaving her mouth. I could see her body up to her chin, knowing that her eyes could only see my swinging testicles and buttocks. With one easy movement I was on my knees, bending toward the cleft of her legs. My mouth enveloped her moist aromatic vulva. Hungrily I kissed, licked and devoured her. Never before had the expression “eating pussy” meant so much to me. I was almost crazed from the electric shocks that Lynn’s mouth was producing on my penis. And, I had such an impulse to gobble her welling wedge, but sensuality regained control. Gently parting her lips I began luscious groove travel with my searching tongue. Hooking my arms behind Lynn’s thighs I pulled her legs up, lifted her soft bottom off the carpet, and flicked my tongue, beginning at the swollen button and gliding through the flooding trough. It skipped over the dry perineum and circled the puckering brownness of her supple anus. Round and round I traveled, my penis taken deeper into her mouth, then sliding back to the supple “O” ring in her vulva. I felt her heated naked skin against mine as we had both ignited a fire that had to be quenched--and soon! As I stood up abruptly my swollen flesh came out of her mouth with a soft “pop.” I pulled her to her feet and turned her body facing the bed, communication deep within our minds. Lynn crawled onto the bed, her knees on the edge of the mattress. She leaned forward as if prostrating herself to worship. Then her bottom showed whitely in the moonlight and, holding my pulsing penis, I edged forward. She leaned back slightly parting her labia with a soft lubroid “click.” After our continuous foreplay and lovemaking she was ready. My head easily found her coated lips, entered, and slid deeply inside, my pubic hair tickling her bottom. We began rocking back and forth. I looked at the night stand and picked up the lotion bottle. Opening it, I dribbled a few drops on her puckered anus. Then, replacing the bottle on the night stand, I smoothed the lotion with the tips of my fingers around her flexing brownish ring. My thumb found the giving orifice and slid shallowly inside. Finding her large sphincter, I circled and rimmed with my thumb. At the same time I started thrusting and withdrawing my hard penis in and out of her slippery vagina. My thumb worked in and out in opposing movements, and a moaning emanated from deep inside Lynn’s body. Thrusting my fleshy piston faster and faster I heard her moans rise. Then, she rose up on all fours, her head shaking wildly back and forth, and let out a long “OHHHHHHHHHH!!” and again, “OHHHHHHHH!!” then began meeting my thrusts in short “OH! OH!......Ohs” until she fell forward, flat on the rumpled bed. Catching myself with my elbows so my weight wouldn’t crush her, my body covered her. We lay there gasping for air, then slowly eased. I lowered my body next to hers and put my arm over her. As fuzziness crept around my brain we talked about the mystery of our encounter. The arms of morpheus enfold me, and all went blank. to be continued. A Dream in the Moonlight Ch. 04 I felt like I was falling through a gauzy mist. I thought I heard soft, sensuous music, but my descent was more like drifting than falling. I felt moist, cool liquid dripping down the small of my back which woke me from my drowse with a start. I found myself lying on my stomach, feeling her knee close to my testicles. Her soft butt rested on the back of my thigh, and my skin detected the wetness of her labia. She seemed to be washing the back of my leg with it in a very small circular area. Straddling me, she dripped something on my back, first cool, then warming, then tingling. “I hoped I would awaken you Teddy” she said “You drifted off, and I so enjoyed looking at you. You had such a contented, peaceful look on your face. I started caressing you, then dripping lotion on your back. Giving you a sensual massage makes me so hot.” I felt the moistness of her sliding vulva increase. “I hope you like it” she said. I sighed, relaxed and waited for the pleasure to enfold me. Lynn’s fingers began sliding through, and spreading the lotion down my back. Then the heels of her hands began rubbing the lotion in, her fingers touching my ribs, causing goose bumps. “Found something, huh?” she said, and I replied “hmmmmmmmmm” Stopping momentarily she sat up erect. I looked back and saw Lynn squeezing lotion onto her breasts, allowing it to sag down on her nipples. “Ya like lotion on your nipples, huh?” I asked. She smiled and said “I love the feel of lotion on my breasts. I love to be massaged.” I made a mental note of that. “But turn around little boy” she said with a cute giggle “right now I am going to massage you with my breasts.” She changed position and leaned over me. I felt the lotion dripping warmly from Lynn’s nipples. Then she bent forward and I felt her warm, wet nipples touch me, and begin moving through the emollient on my back. As her nipples moved, her breasts swung back and forth and I felt a teasing tickle on my flesh, which sent a chill down my spine. My butt tightened in response as a small “sssss” escaped her lips. Obviously, she was feeling sensations as well. She leaned further forward and I felt her breasts flatten on my back, her compressed softness sliding through the slippery lotion. I had never received such a sensuous massage before and was drifting into a protected haven. I felt Lynn’s body sit up, her bottom pressing on the back of my leg. She started undulating, circling, as her pressing vulva slid, making wet noises against my hairy leg. I felt her body tense, ease, then tense again-- silence—then “ooh, ooh, ooh, OOH, OOH, OOH, OH, OH, OH-- MY GOD!” I had no idea that she could experience an orgasm in this manner. It excited me, and I thought I was going to cum. All of a sudden Lynn’s hand flopped, palm down, on either side of my head. I felt her hair brushing my shoulders and her hot gasping breath warming the small of my back. “What now?” I asked. “Just wait and see”, she replied in breath punctuated words. She moved her knees back from my crotch. I no longer felt her bottom on the back of my leg. “Ouch!” I exploded, startled by a sharp nip on my right buttock as she teased me with her teeth. “Sorry”, she giggled, not sorry at all, and she continued nipping me, but more gently. I felt her finger touch me at the confluence of my buttocks, move between them, and probe my anus. She put the tip of her finger on my soft ring and pushed in slightly. Her palms pressed on my cheeks spreading them. “Ooooooh!” When I felt the tip of Lynn’s tongue touch my anus chills raced through my body, “Sssssssss.” My heart raced as I felt her tongue circling. I breathed deeply as it probed and opened the seal. Just to have a woman doing such things sent me into orbit. Then I felt lotion being squeezed inside. Her finger was soon deeply inside me, sliding in and out, slowly at first, then faster. “BABY!” I exclaimed hoarsely “I’m gonna come!” “That’s just what I expect” she chuckled in a knowingly wicked way, continuing to work her finger in and out. “But Baby” I said “I don’t want to waste it on the bed.” “Ok, surprise me then” she said. I worked my legs out from under her body, slid to the floor and stood up. Reaching for Lynn’s hands I turned her. She was still on her knees, facing me. My erect penis was facing her neck. She placed her hands on her thighs and looked up expectantly, smiling, awaiting my pleasure. I began to masturbate rapidly, still feeling the sensation of her finger in my anus. I was ready to explode, amazed at what seemed to be building up in my scrotum, considering all the activity I had put those little devils through that night. As the pressure was near explosion I directed my penis to Lynn’s left breast “OOOOOOH!” My knees almost buckled when the long white stream shot out and laid itself diagonally on her breast, forming a line across her nipple. She watched it land and looked into my eyes. The next wave came while I was on the down stroke. I flexed my buttocks and another stream crossed her right breast. She looked up and smiled. Still stroking wildly, little specks of semen spattered Lynn’s chest, and she leaned forward. With a little peck she kissed the head of my cock, drawing back, smiling, causing a tiny string to stretch between her lips and my head. “Feel better now?” She asked. “Almost”, I returned. “Only almost?” she countered. Silently, I climbed back on the bed and kneeled, turned her body toward me. I began massaging her breasts with the “lotion” of my body. She smiled and said “You don’t miss much, do you?” I gently massaged my semen into her flesh, feeling her soft skin relax as the wetness began to disappear. I held her face between my two hands. Our eyes searched, trying to understand what this wonderful evening meant. We both knew that it was being bestowed upon us as a gift from loving gods. On our knees we kissed tenderly. Our bodies melted into one another as we embraced, and she laid her head on my shoulder. As I sniffed the aroma of her hair I wondered just how much more I could expect from this wonderful adventure. We lay there, warmly smiling at each other, speaking only through the tunnels of our eyes. The moon shadows had grown very long. Neither of us knew just how much of this wonderful night would be left to us. The moon seemed to be slipping away. As the light began to recede into darkness I felt an overwhelming warmth within me. This night was a special gift to hearts that had met somewhere in time, had joined and experienced the joy of true love-making. Momentarily I felt joy washing my allness, with sadness creeping behind it. Suddenly I became aware of a drop of moisture running across the bridge of my nose. Tears had formed in my eyes. Just then, a receding shaft of moonlight crossed Lynn’s face. I saw the gleam of moisture welling in her eyes as well. Heaving a sigh I started to speak, but Lynn held her finger to my lips. Her lips opened and a soft, barely audible “shh” slipped between them. Then, she held my face between her hands and tenderly kissed my lips. I responded with profound softness. The working togetherness of our lips was warmth and softness that could only have been imagined in a most sensual dream. We lingered in this kiss in what seemed a loving eternity. The sound of a mockingbird outside the window singing in varied bird melodies told us that our time together was ending. The ambience of dawn began to brighten the room. Our lips kneaded hungrily, as if these would be the last kissess of our lives. Our arms clutched, spreading our total energy, and our caresses were long and sensual. I began to rise in excitement again, and eagerly reached down between Lynn’s legs again, humid warmth surrounding my hand. I felt her body push forward at the hips, and heard the parting of her moist labia. My hand opened and spread over her softly haired mound, feeling the short curls tickling my palm. Once again my middle finger found her heavenly groove; her clitoris had grown to huge proportions, and was awash with her feminine aloe. She pushed from deep within her body and the end of her node approached the tip of my finger. As the two came together a long sigh of rewarded anticipation escaped through Lynn’s lips, which emanated a low pitched whistle. As I caressed her clitoris she breathed in a long “ssssssss,” threw her leg over mine, which opened her moist pinkness, covering my hand with her glorious warmth. I began circling her clitoris, my finger gliding as she pushed toward me undulating her hips. Three of my fingers came together, my middle finger on the top of her button, the other two pressing her lips. My thumb entered her welcoming pouch and began pressing gently yet firmly on her thickened gspot. She wiggled wildly as I manipulated her love nest, then let out a sharp gasp followed by a gush of wetness which washed over my thumb and wrist. Her body went limp, but she took my hand in hers and began kissing the wetness. Hungrily she kissed my lips, spreading her female essence upon them. “I need you inside me--now!!” she hissed urgently. I rose to my knees, looked at her staring at my swollen and reddened maleness, poised to bury itself inside her depths. Holding my erect organ with my left hand I guided it to its welcoming destination. As the head of my swollen cock parted her lips she pushed back, the warmth of her inner body sliding over my sensitive skin. Her mouth opened in a sensual oval, duplicating what I imagined the oval of her vagina to be. She sucked in as I slid deeply inside her, and her eyelids parted, showing the wide whiteness around her Iris’s. Her legs embraced me possessively; holding my body in bondage, as she slowly rotated her hips. She pressed the palms of her hands flat against the mattress, arching her back, smiling like the owner of a new toy, then she began rocking me back and forth, a doll in her cradle. I was a prisoner of her sex. She held me tightly, rocking me back and forth, with her legs crossed behind my back. At the same time she squeezed my pubic bone against her clitoris, continuing her undulations. Our bodies pressed together. Each time she tightened her legs I felt warmth rush through her soft, warm body, pressing itself into my skin. The darkness had receded. Although the sun had not yet risen I could tell that dawn was just beyond the horizon. The mockingbird ceased it’s singing and its lone voice was replaced with the chirping of many birds. She released me from her scissors grip and cried out urgently “Take me now, Teddy, fuck me!” I placed my hands flat on the mattress, arched my back and I started pumping. My hardness glistened as it pistoned in and out of her lubricious sheath. Each stroke produced a “yes” softly at first, then increasing with each thrust. Her legs, spread widely, now flexed. As I pumped harder with more deliberate thrusts, our pubic bones slamming, my swollen balls slapping on her warm bottom. With each thrust she sucked in a “shsss” through partially clenched lips. My body was hot. Beads of perspiration formed on my forehead. Lynn’s legs straightened, her feet pointed upward, toes stabbing wildly in the air. On the verge of exploding into my lover’s depths I held myself back. Already releasing her orgasm with loud “OH,oooh,Oh!” she drilled my eyes with hers and beckoned me to let go. I moaned volubly as I felt my spasm deep within me, sending semen and wriggling sperm flowing through my shaft. “Oh God, Ted!” “Lynn, Lynn!” My eyes opened with a start. The familiar surroundings of my room splashed into my eyes, small birds welcoming me to the brightly lit dawn. Drowsily the woman beside me said, “Bad dream, huh?” “Yes, it was quite a dream” I replied with a thick tongue “I don’t think I can even explain it.” “Don’t try to Sweetie, that’s the nature of dreams.” I smiled at her words and moved my legs. I couldn’t remember when my balls had hurt so much. Beneath the covers I wiped my wet hand on the sheet. Then, in a reflex action I brought my hand to my mouth. My smile widened as I sniffed the aroma of a very aroused woman, an aroma that was slightly different than what I was accustomed to. No, I don’t think I will ever be able to explain this dream. I smiled to myself, my thoughts drifting. Somewhere in Missouri, a lovely woman was already up. Perhaps her pussy lips were red with use, and the substance between her legs was slightly different to her experience as well. I closed my eyes, held the taste and aroma of my luscious dream to my lips and thought nope, I don’t think I’ll say much about this dream. As I swung my legs off the bed I stretched and thought, maybe there is more to this life than is apparent. Who knows?” end story