0 comments/ 10943 views/ 0 favorites The Night Visitor By: silverthorn She sits and stares ahead at the screen of her computer. The glow from it illuminates her smile and causes her eyes to shine slightly. She sits and reads what she has written...her eyes move slowly over the words, her lips move as she whispers as she reads what she has written. She pauses for a minute and then her fingers touch the keys and the words appear once more...She smiles as she writes. Her eyes sparkle, her heart feels light...she dreams as she writes, fantasizing and romanticizing her fingers float over the keys, words filling the screen. Then, unexpectedly, she stops...she leans back in her chair her head resting on the high back, she closes her eyes and her smile brightens just a bit, a small moan escapes from her as she sits. Her mind wandering through the flashes of memories loose and floating in her head... As she settles in, the memories flash by ...the words on the screen forgotten. She grazes now through her mind for details, ones that her body aches to feel again. She hears a knock at the door and it pulls her back from where she has wandered. As she looks through the glass in the door she sees a silhouette, one she recognizes. She rises and slowly walks to the door, her smile sliding wider across her lips. She peers through the glass at the darkness beyond and sees the familiar grin. She reaches out and turns the deadbolt lock until it clicks and then pushes open the door. He stands there that wicked grin on his face...His eyes sparkle as the light from behind her hits them...dark and brooding eyes and a grin that makes her heart catch in her chest. Her breath comes in small gasps as she tells him to come in, a low moan follows as she stands there a second then absentmindedly she bites the corner of her lip and moves back as he slides in the door and closer to her. His hand reaches out an comes to rest on her hip, he pulls her to him and bends down kissing her softly on her full lips. She looks up at him and smiles as he pulls away from her, he reaches behind himself and clicks the deadbolt back into place. Then he follows her as she turns and walks toward the office. Once inside he closes the door and clicks the door handle locking it. He moves to where she sits in her chair...He stands in front of her, his eyes gaze down at hers and he bends slowly over her. His hand reaches out and grasps her hair in back, he pulls her towards him. His breath warm on her face as he comes nearer, he looks into her deep brown eyes and kisses her, softly and gently his lips brush hers and hold for a moment. His eyes closed he tightens the grip on her hair and pulls her to him once more this time a deeper kiss, one that makes a low moan escape from her. As he straightens back upright, their eyes dance and unspoken words fill the air around them. They smile at each other and he relaxes his hold on her hair, she looks up at him and watches him as his hands start to unbuckle his gun belt. She loves the uniform and watches as he takes off the gun belt and lays it down on the desk behind her. She raises her arms and her hands run down the row of buttons on his shirt, and then her fingers caress the cold metal of his badge. She lowers her eyes and watches as he unbuckles his pants, he unzips them and his hand reaches inside and pulls out his cock. She eyes it hungrily and a soft rumbling moan comes from her as she looks up and into his eyes. There in his eyes she sees the passion, a devilish desire... He grins and she moans once more, she knows what he wants... He stands in front of her his cock in one hand, the other runs through her hair and he grasps her there again. He pulls her to him and leans forward, she smiles as his cock reaches her lips. She gently kisses the tip of it tasting the moistness there already. His hand pulls at her and she opens her mouth, taking him into her she moans, his cock throbs as her warm mouth closes over him. He pulls her to him feeling himself push deeper into her... He moans and his head lolls back slightly as she takes him deeper again, and yet again... His hand pulls her to him and she swallows him greedily, her own moans muffled as she takes him in. He slowly raises his head and looks down at her, watching his cock disappear into her mouth her lips stretched around him the feel of her tongue tickling over him. He grins and moans, his breath ragged as he watches her devouring him...Then he grips her hair a little tighter and pushes into her deeper once more. She lifts her eyes upward and sees him looking at her, she stops and slowly as he pulls her head back she drops his cock gently from her mouth and straightens up. His swollen cock jerks slightly as her hand reaches up and touches him. Their eyes once more meet, and then he gently bends over and kisses her on her full wet lips... His hand relaxes and once more moves free of her hair. He reaches out and takes her hands pulling her to her feet slowly. As she rises she looks at him, grinning, and his eyes twinkling from the fire he feels inside. She stands in front of him, his cock rubbing between them he reaches out and glides his hand over her shoulder and down her arm. His hands grasp hers when they reach them. He pulls her to him and kisses her once more, gently his lips lingering on hers for a moment. His eyes closed he pulls her to his lips once more in a kiss that causes low moans to escape from them both. His hands run over her hips and pull her to him, his cock caught between them she presses closer to him her hands pulling him to her also. They embrace, no words spoken between them, his hands run down and then he moves around until he holds her warm mound in it. He feels her heat and the dampness there. He looks at her once more and then kisses her again. This time his tongue explores lightly as she parts her lips. Their soft kisses accompanied by their moans, they embrace lost in time for a while... He eyes still closed he pulls back from her. She moans softly and eases back from him, her hands drop to her sides, he reaches down and pulls at her pants, he slides them down over her hips and she slides them down the rest of the way stepping out of them she moves closer to him again. She stands in her panties in front of him, he moves towards her, gently guiding her backwards he moves her to the edge of the desk. His hands on her hips he lifts her slightly as she slides up on the desk. He parts her legs and moves between them, his cock still hard, the tip of it moist he reaches his hand between her legs and feels her heat. Her panties damp with her excitement he slides his finger inside of them and she squirms ever so slightly as his touch causes her to shiver. His fingers roam around inside her panties, she wiggles under his touch. He bends down in front of her on his knees, his hands sliding her panties over her hips and they struggle slightly to get them free from her... He kneels in front of her the moisture glistening as he looks her pussy, wet and pink, he draws closer to her. Her scent filling his nose, his mouth watering as he thinks of the taste to come. He leans into her and his tongue gently laps at her, she squirms and she gasps as he takes his taste of her. His tongue running over her lips, slowly he laps at her from top to bottom running his tongue inside of her he teases her. She jumps as his tongue tempts her again and again ... her hips moving as his tongue tickles her teasing her, tempting her to orgasm...she moans with more urgency as his tongue causes her to tremble. She sits with her head back her legs spread wide his head buried deep between them, she arches her back once more as his tongue drives into her again, he feels her spasm as he tastes her juices run from her...her sweet taste filling his mouth, he laps greedily as she moans deep and low and begs him for more... He eases back fro m her a bit, his face damp with her juices he licks at his lips. He takes his fingers and slowly runs them over her clit and lips... He raises them to her lips and gently wipes her own wetness over them. Then he rises, slowly he stands and then bends over her kissing her his lips and hers both wet with the taste of her...a long lingering kiss, his tongue and hers probe and they taste each other hungrily. He stands over her and between her legs he undoes his pants further and pushes them down over his hips now. He moves closer his hands on her shoulders he steps into her, her hand closes over his cock and guides it into her. He feels the wetness and warmth of her and slides gently between her lips. Her hands reach out and close around his waist and pull him to her. He feels his cock diving deep into her warmth... his hips thrust forward and then he pulls back gently, he savors the feel of her wetness seeping over him. His cock plunging deeper still with each thrust he moans low and primal he feels the need rise in him... He drives into her, her hands grip him and pulls him to her again and again. The feel of him inside of her causing her to tremble, she moans continually, low and lustful she sounds like a purring cat... He thrusts deeper and harder, this time she arches her back and grabs tighter to him. He feels the inside of her twitch as he strokes in and out of her slowly. Her head tilts slightly as he sinks his cock into her, her purring moan tempting to his ears as he feels his cock swell inside of her, his own passion evident, his needs become stronger now... He feels the pressure inside of him and he knows she feels it to, she wiggles and thrusts against him. His cock deep inside of her he feels the shiver inside of her, he hears her breathe come harder now, a deep rasp in her as she feels the wave of orgasm start. She clutches at his waist and pulls him to her, his cock held tight inside of her she feels him tremble as his hips tighten and he thrusts deeper still. She moans louder and her head lolls back once more as she feels the explosion start inside of her. Her legs clinch tight to him and her hands hold him tighter...she rocks back and forth his cock held tight by the spasms inside of her. She arches her back and pulls him closer, he drives into her harder, faster now with urgency. He moans louder now, his arms pulling her to him he thrusts deep once more and she feels him... she feels his hot essence fill her. He thrusts hard again and then hugs her to him, he holds her, their breathing labored and deep they hold each other close his cock throbs inside of her as she feels her wetness run from her and soak them both...they clutch at each other, the orgasm shared between them holding them there. Yes so much pleasure shared... her memories brightened now she smiles as she holds him close to her and feels the tremble run through them both. Yes and so much more to come she hopes... The Night Visitor Chapter 1 ".. but you will spend the rest of your life as a plaything for me and my friends. Now open your mouth I need to..." CLICK "What was that?" Dickie Johnson's head popped up off the pillow leaving his favorite fantasy behind. Had he just heard a noise? It sounded like a key in his apartment's door's lock. Dickie would have gotten up to investigate but he was tied down pretty good. His feet were locked in cuffs, and spread apart with a 24 inch bar. The bar itself was tied in a very tight complex knot to the base of his bed frame. It would take a lot of maneuvering to get into position to untie that knot. Once he did that he would have to get off the bed with the spreader bar still in place and find the key to the cuffs. He had mixed the lock's key with a few dozen others and then spread keys all over the apartment. He had no idea where the right one was. CLICK "Fuck that sounded like the deadbolt." He couldn't see or cry out since he was blindfolded and had a rubber ball gag in mouth. He was mostly naked except for the black stockings, bra and garters he had put on. He wasn't sure why he put woman's underwear on. He wasn't interested in looking like a woman, but he liked the idea of the humiliation. He pretended to be forced to where the ladies delicates while pretending to be tied up. He also had a butt plug up his ass. It was from a set of 3. It was the smallest. CLICK "Holy shit! I know that was the sound of the front door closing." CLICK CLICK CLICK He heard the click click click of a footsteps heading towards his bedroom. In a minute he knew there was someone standing next to his bed. He felt them, heard them breath. He squirmed to get up but each of his hands were locked in cuffs which had stockings tied to them tightly. He had attached a board to his headboard. The board had two small holes in it. The stockings were filled with ice and then passed through the holes and attached to his cuffs. He could not begin untying, unlocking or unplugging himself until the ice melted. And his past experience told him that was at least an hour away. As he fretted through all his problems a flash of light seeped in from around his blindfold then another and another. He realized whoever was out there was taking pictures. He felt a pair of hands touching the side of his head pulling something down over his face. It was a pair of woman's panties. Warm and wet, his tormentor positioned the crotch right over his nose. Despite his fear the scent gave him an instant erection. A moment later he heard the buzz of a vibrator. Instantly it was up against his cock. Nothing gentle; just a constant pressure under the head. He moaned through his gag, he was past the point of no return in a minute and exploded a few seconds later. His cum went all over him. It even reached his face. His visitor did nothing else to him. He heard her(?) in the apartment for about five more minutes before the door opened and closed. He heard the locks being reset. It was an hour before he was able to free his hands; it took another half hour to undo the knot on the spreader bar. Fifteen minutes later he found his key and totally freed himself. He began searching his apartment; looking for anything amiss. On his kitchen counter he found a handwritten note . "Richard, Tomorrow night same time same thing. You are to be self bound and blindfolded like you were this evening. Do not try to cheat. I know who your boss is (his bosses name and email address followed) I know who your mother is (her name, home address and phone number followed) and I made a copy of your email address book. The pictures I took are quite clear and your tattoos leave little doubt as to who the person in the picture is. Be sure to include the panties on your face and use the next size butt plug." "What was that saying" he thought. "Be careful for what you wish for. You just might get it? Chapter 2 Dickie spent the entire day at work telling himself he wasn't going to put up with being blackmailed. It was all a bluff. He would simply wait in his apartment for her (at least he hoped it was a her) and tell her it wasn't going to happen. Maybe take a picture of her coming into his apartment and threaten to go to the police with the evidence that she broke into his apartment. That she was some sort of stalker... Dickie thought about all this as he laid self tied in his bed. Confrontations were not one of his strong areas. He cheated a little with 3 instead of 4 ice cubes and the knot holding the spreader bar to the bed was much less complex. He also knew where the key to the ankle cuffs was. But he had to use the larger butt plug. It took a lot of lube, but it was in there good and tight. He imagined it would hurt coming out, but that was a long time off. He tried to settle his nerves with a fantasy about being the slave of a group Las Vegas showgirls who walked around naked but with humongous head pieces but it didn't work. He was nervous and his dick was very flaccid. Click The front door was unlocked. Dickie's penis stirred. Click The deadbolt was unlocked. It was semi erect now. Click. The door opened and closed. Blood was pumping into the organ. Click Click Click Footsteps came down his hall slowly until he could feel someone standing over him. His cock was hard enough to hammer nails. She did nothing at first. She just seemed to stand there. Maybe she was holding a knife or the camera -or his own cock; Dickie wasn't positive of the gender yet. Then he heard movement. She was leaning aver him examining the ice release. As she did this her breast touched his face. It was bare and the nipple was hard. Next he felt her move down to the base of the bed and felt tugs on the spreader bar. He realized that she knew his bondage was a step down from last nights. He heard her walk away and heard going through his kitchen. He hoped she planned on rewarding his cleverness. Maybe covering his dick with whip cream and slowly licking it off. Dickie was an optimist. He heard her come back to the room and then "smack" something hard hit his cock. It hurt and he tried to cover up but that was impossible. Ten more blows came down on it. She covered all sides of it. Then she switched to his nipples. A dozen hard on each one followed by pinching and twisting. While still twisting one of them she brought her mouth very close to his ear and said. "Do you understand?" she said in a whisper. He knew she meant that he would be punished if he disobeyed. He nodded his head vigorously but she held tight to his nipple for another 10 seconds before giving it one last savage twist. A moment later she climbed up on the bed and straddled him. He felt her hot wet pussy on his stomach. He heard the vibrator being turned on. He waited for it, but it never came. Instead he felt her using it on herself. Her sex began vibrating on his stomach. He felt her juices start running down his sides, he heard her breathing get heavy and gentle moans started deep in her throat. The breathing got heavier, the moans got louder, she began to rock back and forth. Dickie could do nothing. He could feel her juices and her heat, he could smell her cunt, hear her moans turn into load curses. "Motherfucker cocksucker shit fuck cunt fuck fuck..." And then she exploded She nearly bounced off the bed. Her body released a torrent of hot smelly fluid all over him. Her orgasms most have gone on for 30 seconds before subsiding. She collapsed onto him and didn't move for five minutes. Dickie hoped she wasn't dead. She slid down to his side and whispered into his ear; "Don't speak." With that she removed his gag, and then immediately covered his mouth with hers. Dickie was 27 and never had a woman's tongue in his mouth. This one was long and active. She drew his tongue into her mouth and bit down hard on it. It was pain but it was good. Her right hand reached down and grabbed his hard cock and began pumping it. It didn't take long. His orgasm erupted all over him, mixing with the juices left from climax. She did not stop, her tongue kept probing him, her hand kept pumping. His super sensitive cock was a new torment but he did not have the energy to try to resist. Then she stopped. He felt something on his stomach. Something flat scrapping across him. Was she cleaning him up? That was unexpected, but maybe she liked him and... Then he felt a large plastic spoon pushed into his mouth, This is what she had beaten him with, It was now filled with both their fluids and she was feeding them to him. He had very little resistance in him at this point. The next scoop she dumped on his face and then took several pictures. She replaced the gag, climbed off the bed. He heard her leave the room. He had no choice but to swallow the mess in his mouth, He heard her leave. Fifteen minutes later he was free. He was sweaty and covered with cum and in desperate need of a shower but he wanted to see if there was another note. There was and a small package too. "Richard, Tonight was the only time you will ever receive such a mild punishment for disobedience. It was a warning. Take it seriously. For tomorrow night you will have your body shaved. No hair below your head. Skip the woman's wear, I want you completely naked and lying on your stomach . Do not bind your legs. Use the same butt plug, but we will be moving up soon. Don't put the gag on, you know not to speak. Do not change your sheets. I want you to smell me all night. Do not use your ice release, use the contents of this box." On the ground floor of his apartment building, she sat wearing a terrycloth robe and drinking a glass of wine. She was still warm from the shower and wobbly legged from her adventure. She opened up her laptop and clicked on an icon. After a moment the screen came up. She looked down on the very messy bed. A moment later Dickie came into the room. In his hand he held the two pair of police issue handcuffs he had found in the box. He put them on his nightstand and climbed into bed. He reached up and turned off the light. The screen went dark. Chapter 3 Ms. Carol Steiner was a forty-ish woman with dyed short curly red hair. She was cursed with small breast but a fat ass. Most men did not give her a second look if they even looked once. Four years ago she inherited an apartment building that gave her a very comfortable income. While having some of the apartments renovated she met a contractor 5 years her junior who quickly seduced her. They were married shortly afterwards. Down deep inside she knew it was about the money but it was nice to have someone around to talk to and the sex was great... well at least good at first but after a year it seemed to get pretty wham, bam thank you ma'am. Sexy outfits got a poorly disguised smirk. Talk of toys or even oils were quickly and harshly dismissed. It got down to about twice a week, her on all fours, him taking her from the rear. Sometimes she came. He didn't seem to care. Well, it was better then nothing. At least that was what she told herself until the day she found a receipt for an expensive lunch at a time he said he was playing golf with his buddies. She hired a private detective who told her what she already knew. Her husband had been fucking everything in sight. The lunch had been with a 22 year old stripper. He was also a regular at a expensive whorehouse. Sometimes he would treat his friends. It was all her money. She threw him out. He sued. It was very ugly. She had to give him a large settlement. She had some resentment. That was about a year ago. Two week ago she had a problem with her laptop and brought it in for repairs. That evening she remembered that she still had his old laptop and thought she would use it to check her e-mail. When she was done she decided she would get rid of all of his crap. There wasn't much on the pc other then some fairly tasteless porno and a folder labeled RMT. Opening it she saw four icons labeled "CAM1, CAM2, CAM3, CAM4" She clicked on them. CAM1 brought up a black screen, but not a blank screen. She thought she could make out the outline of something. CAM2 brought up a view of a bedroom. No one was in it. The camera view was from the side and a little higher then the bed. On the opposite wall from the camera was a window. She recognized it as a window in this very apartment building. CAM3 was a view from above looking down at a bathroom and tub. She couldn't tell which apartments they were but could guess. Her x had renovated 4 apartments. These must be them. She went onto the next camera. This one was a bit of a shock. CAM4 was looking down on a bed from across the room. A young man sat on the end attaching something to his ankle. After a second she realized he was attaching his leg to a bar. The other leg already attached. With his legs firmly locked into place he laid back. It was then she realized that he was wearing garters and stockings and nothing else. She let out a little giggle but was fascinated by what she was seeing. Lying back on the bed, he put what looked like a rubber ball on a strap into his mouth, covered his eyes in a blindfold and then slipped his wrist into some kind of loop. The loops seemed to be attached to something and he seemed to be restrained. "What the fuck?" Carol thought. "How the hell is he going to get out of that? Is someone else coming along? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? What the fuck?" She kept watching wondering what was going to happen next. She noticed that he had a erection most of the time. Well at least he seemed to be enjoying himself. After about an hour and to her surprise he pulled his arms down to his side. There seemed to be some kind of rags attached to his wrist. He then sat up and awkwardly started working on a rope tied to the bar separating his ankles. This took awhile but eventually he disappeared off screen. She watched for a bit but he never came back. Eventually the light went out and she realized it was after midnight. He had gone to bed. She closed the view of his room and went to Google. She thought about it a moment and then typed in "BONDAGE: And a new world opened up to her. Chapter 4 Dickie lay on his stomach. His arms spread out attached to either side of his headboard. He was starting to get a little concerned. She had been coming at around 8 o'clock. It was way past that now. He had no back-up release. He couldn't come up with anything subtle and anything too obvious might get him punished. So he just did what he was told to do and trusted her to release him at some point. It wasn't until 9:30 that he heard the door open and close. She didn't come to him right away. He heard her going through his apartment, through his closets, through his drawers. Eventually he felt her standing next to him. A moment later his ass exploded with pain as she brought a heavy leather strap down on it. "Do you know who I am?" she asked in a pleasant voice. "No Ma'am." She gave him three hard hits with the strap before asking again. "Do you know who I am?" He didn't answer. Sighing she climbed up onto his back and began squeezing his cheeks forcing him to open his mouth. When he did she shoved a gag into his mouth and quickly buckled it closed. "Do you like my new toy? It came today. Along with that strap and a whole lot more surprises. Did you notice that the gag is shaped like a cock? If you are wondering about its odd smell and taste that is because I just pissed on it when I first came in. That would be the puddle on your kitchen floor. So let me see if I can get you a little more cooperative before I ask again." Dickie wanted to answer the question now, but she didn't give him a chance. She started with the strap. Then a leather paddle. When he kicked too hard she tied his legs down. She used a crop up and down the entire length of his body. Finally she stopped. And removed his gag, "Now I will ask you again. Do you know who I am?" He did not hesitate. "Yes Ma'am. You are Ms Steiner," "What makes you say that?" "You have access to my apartment and I found a couple of red hairs in my bed last night. I suspected it was you. But just now when I heard your voice I knew for sure Ma'am." "So when I first asked you if you knew who I was you lied. Why?" "I was scared." He said softly. "Lying is just another form of disobedience. You will have to learn that any thing I ask of you will be better then what will happen to you if you disobey." She said nothing else. She just stood over him for a minute before reaching down and locking a collar around his neck and a belt around his waist. One at a time she removed his wrist from the handcuffs and replaced it with a leather cuff. She then attached it to the belt behind his back. Next she untied his legs and then maneuvered him off the bed and onto his knees. Grabbing him by his ear she dragged him into the kitchen and made him lay face down in her puddle of piss. "Since your mouth lied, your mouth gets punished. Lick up my piss." For emphasis she brought the strap down across his already sorry ass. He did not hesitate. His tongue began licking the now cold smelly liquid. She allowed him to continue for a minute before pulling his head up. "Open your mouth." she said. He complied and she shoved a bar of soap into his mouth. Fucking him with it. Dragging it back and forth across his teeth so that shavings of soap fell on his tongue. She would stop, order him to swallow and start again, After a few minutes of this she returned his face to the puddle. She repeated this cycle several times. . Finally she had him stop and dragged him back into the bedroom. And positioned him on his knees with his hands cuffed behind his back. She had shoved the largest of his butt plugs up his ass and hung weighted clamps off his nipples. She used the vibrator on him to get just the right balance between lust and pain. When she was happy with her work, she pulled off his blindfold. She stood over him in a black leather corset that exposed her tits and hairless pussy. Garters held up a pair of black stockings, her feet were incased in open toed 5 inch heels. Her toenails, finger nails and lips were a deep red. In her hand she had a leash which she attached to his collar. Sitting on his bed she pulled his face into her crotch and said. "Make me cum slave." His mumbled "Yes Mistress:" was lost as he began to lick. The Night Visitor I awaken, and realize suddenly that there is someone in my bedroom! I feel that person get into bed beside me! He is heavy. The bed sinks on his side more than it does on mine. I hold my breath and wait for an attack. Nothing happens, but I do not relax. I keep still and try to breathe as I think I would do if I were really asleep. I do not want him to know that I am awake. I open my eyes just a crack and look into the pitch black room for answers. I find none. I turn my head and sigh, hoping that it looks as if I am just turning in my slumber. Obviously I do not know how I look turning in my sleep, but now is not the time for rational thought. I position myself, more advantageously to offer some resistance should I need to defend myself. I think of screaming. I try to scream. My throat is tight! It makes almost no sound. I try again and it is only a little better. I am more annoyed than frightened by this. I have learned something about myself. I do not like what I have learned. *** I awaken thinking that I have had the worst of all nightmares. I am too embarrassed to tell anyone about it. This is nonsense. I do not believe in ghosts. I cannot explain the events of last night. I go through my day trying not to think about my experience. I must remember not to snack so late at night. I watch comedy on the television, trying to cheer myself up, trying to ensure that tonight will be better than last night. Try as I might though, I cannot forget my horrible dream. He has returned! He stands over me in the bed. It wasn't a dream last night after all! He steps over me! I can feel the bed move with each step as he walks possessively in my sanctuary. I hear the sound of my mattress yielding to the pressure of his weight. My finger snakes to the power button of the laptop that lies on the bed next to me and I turn it on illuminating the room. I can see nothing lurking in the shadows. My laptop and I are alone in my bed. I leap up suddenly, beyond the reach of possibly grasping hands owned by men hidden under my bed, and turn on the lights. I can see nothing! I look under the bed and spy my slippers and two stray pieces of paper. My disquieted thoughts, the light and my laptop keep me company for the rest of the night. *** This is his third night! I cannot see him though I have left all the lights on and my eyes are open. I feel him though. He is straddling me, standing over me in my bed! I feel him squat and sit on my legs! I cannot move! I know that he is watching me though he has no face or eyes that I can see. I feel the bed sink and I know that he is leaving, but, God help me, I know that he will return tomorrow night. I am very afraid. *** I wake up from a dreamless sleep. Why am I naked?!!??! Why are my hands above my head clasping my bedposts as if they have been tied there? Why are my legs spread? I want to scream but think better of it. How could I explain this to anyone? It occurs to me eventually that my hands are not tied and I jerk them away and pull my nightie down from around my neck. I pull up my panties and reach for the bedcovers that are lying on the floor. I still expect hands to grab me from below. I am terrified! What did he do to me tonight? What does it mean if a ghost has sex with me? Surely I could not get pregnant. Did he enjoy himself? What does he think of me? Will he kill me so that he can have me? This is the sickest thing that I can contemplate! I decide to tell my lover what is happening to me. I tell him that I found myself naked when I awakened. He is shocked. He speculates that I must have had a very erotic dream, even if I don't remember it. He knows that I like to be tied up, naked. My silk scarves allow for unremitting feather torture. He knows that I like to have my legs spread roughly and not be able to prevent him from eating my pussy like a juicy fruit before taking me with deep, deliberate strokes. He knows that having my nipples chewed and my ass licked project me into orbit. He knows that I suckle my own breasts when he is not around to do it for me. My lover knows these things about me. The phantom in my room obviously knows these things about me too! He seems to know that my lover has not been there for me recently and that I am as horny as hell! I shrug off the unfortunate choice of words immediately and try to reason calmly with myself. Why would he want me naked? How long has he been watching us? How long has he been dead? How long without a mate? What are his plans for me? For my lover!??!? My lover reaches across and tickles my cunt through my clothes; calling me out to play. He looks at me lustfully. It is obvious to him that I miss him more than I care to admit. Right now, his libido is the last thing on my mind. I bite back my annoyance and refrain from informing him of that. I am afraid to go to bed tonight. I sit up watching inane television until my eyes burn. I consider sleeping right where I am in the drawing room. How would I explain this to my housemates though? How can I explain any of this to them? I cannot tell them that I found myself naked in bed this morning. I go to bed reluctantly and fall asleep quickly. I am exhausted. I do not know if he is watching me. I do not care anymore. *** He does not come tonight and I am thankful. I think about him though. Who is he, and why has he come to me? I wonder about him being a phantom. Aren't they supposed to be weightless? Shouldn't I be able to see him? What is he then if not a ghost? Whose ghost would he be? No one has died in this building or on these grounds; certainly no one in the past 50 years. I think about the fact that he has not hurt me and wonder if he is an angel. I remember my nakedness and strange horniness of two nights ago and decide that he can't be an angel. He must be something else. The word demon comes to mind and I reject it instantly. The thought of attracting the attentions of a demon is not pleasant. What will happen if he grows to love me? What sort of woman does that make me? What will happen when he tires of me? Suddenly he is there again. I know this because I feel the hair on the back of my neck rise. I sense that I am not alone anymore. I look for him but he does not appear to me. Instead he seems to be waiting for me to make a decision. I do not know why it is that suddenly I feel sorry for him. The thought of wandering through time without friends and lovers seems a burden that no one should have to bear. Suddenly, I am no longer afraid of him and I decide to be kind. I strip myself slowly, a striptease that I would not dare with a real life lover, and caress my breasts lovingly. The room is pleasantly warm, but as my nipples become exposed to my invisible lover they harden painfully. It is not the night air that has me in this state. It is always warm in Jamaica during the summer. Shivers run along my spine and I push away thoughts of what I am about to do. It is as if my lover is playing me like a stringed instrument. My body is taut with need and over the next twenty minutes I play with myself for him. I pluck at my turgid nipples roughly, giving myself a delicious tingle. I tickle my nubs and squeeze my mammaries together giving them gentle kisses and nibbles. My hands weigh and caress my orbs and I offer them to my invisible paramour. My hand slides down my stomach and cups my mons before snaking its fingers into my slippery cunt. I plough into my molten slickness and revel in the loud slurping that my copious juices produce. I play with my painfully engorged clit; and scooping up the wetness with my fingers, I put them into my mouth for him naughtily. I paint my nipples with my own juices, shining them for him. I press forward and lick the sticky wetness from my erect nubs for him. I lie back on my bed and spread my legs wide as if inviting him to recline between my thighs and show me his strength. He responds! Feather light traces ghost on my side like fingers threatening to tickle me. My nipple elongates and I feel a sucking. I respond as if he is really there. My moan is all the encouragement that I can give since I cannot caress him in return. My legs feel heavy and fall apart even more widely. I feel sleepy but want to stay with him until he is satisfied. As if in a dream, I feel my clit rubbed to warm delight. I am not sure anymore what he does for me and what I do for myself. I do not know if he cums. I cannot imagine what that might entail! I know that I climax several times during that night. I awaken surprisingly calm the next morning. I know that I will never meet a real man who will satisfy me so completely. Somehow I know that I will never see him again, and this makes me surprisingly sad. The Night Visitor Mystic~*~ The warm night air kissed my skin as I made my way towards his house. The half-moon's light kept becoming covered by the thick clouds, a promise of rain and I could feel it in the air. It was odd to be out at this time, when I had locked my car it had been 2:15 am. I shivered as the dew from the grass brushed across my ankles. As I glanced up I could finally see the outline of the house, of his house. I felt myself becoming even more wet as I thought about what was to come. I silently made my to the corner and then ran my hands down the side of the house, I felt the first window, touched the second, and finally my fingers came to the third. The one that was slightly off, one that could be unlocked from the outside. I pulled out my wire then slid it in catching the lock and pulling it. How many times had I told him to fix this I had forgotten but now...now I was pleased he hadn't. I lifted it up quietly and then reached down to tighten the knee length overcoat I had on. Then I stepped on the overturned bucket to get myself level with the window sill and slipped in. I stood for a moment with my heart pounding, the air from the impending storm followed me into the house making this seem even more of a dream with the way it clung to me with its heaviness. Almost as though I was the storm. I calmed myself then began to move through the house operating from memory more than anything and praying I didn't stumble in the dark and ruin everything. I paused in front of a floor length mirror and studied myself. My skin was porcelain white from moon light and my long brown hair was almost black from the shades of the night. His room was two doors away. I struggled to control my breathing as my shaking fingers reached to pull the strings holding the overcoat in place and shivered as it slid from my shoulders and pooled to the floor. The sheer ivory night gown I had on really puller off what I had been going for. Its white translucence almost glowed in the dim light giving me what I felt was almost a dream like quality. I ran my fingers through my hair to check it and felt a warm drop of my wetness glide down my thigh. I knew it was time. Just the thought of what I was about to do made me tremble with excitement. I pushed through the bedroom door. The moon light came through his windows and lit his room fairly well but I tip toed over and opened the curtains just a bit more. I heard him shift in his bed as the curtains moved. I turned to study him. He had rolled from his side to his back, the light bouncing off his tan chest and sheets. His dark hair was all ruffled from sleep and I felt my nipples become hard as I thought about his warm mouth covering them and pleasuring me. I nibbled on my lip as I looked at the sheet that had slid to just barely cover his legs and hip bone. I slowly walked over to the bed and eased onto the foot of it careful to avoid his legs. Soon I was lying next to him. I started tracing patterns ever so lightly on his stomach watching as the Goosebumps spread and listening to him become restless in his sleep. I hoped I was making him dream of me. I watched as even in his sleep his cock began to harden. I leaned in and kissed his neck. Then I began to kiss gently all over his chest and stomach. Making my way down until I was between his legs. I heard him groan and knew he was almost awake so I tugged the sheet down and sucked his semisoft dick into my warm mouth. I had bobbed my head up and down a few times making him slick with my saliva before he really came to. I looked up and met his dark eyes and watched the surprise and disbelief play in them. I held a finger up to my wet lips and shushed him before he could speak. I felt as though it would ruin everything dreamlike about this to utter even a single word. He shifted up to his elbows so he could watch as I lower my lips back to his cock. I began to suck the head swirling my tongue around it before placing it on the underside and rubbing it as I sucked. I took it in and out, each time sucking a little more into my mouth and throat. I heard him groaning from the pleasure I was causing him and it aroused me even more and I felt the wetness begin to really slide down my thighs. The fact that I had shaved and came without any underwear only made it me even slicker and wet. I felt him starting to rise to meet me every time I went down and then I moaned, even though my mouth was full of his huge dick, as he tangled his fingers in my hair. I was so worked up I began taking almost every inch of him into my mouth and down my throat and his sounds of pleasure only increased as I cupped his balls and massaged them and the sensitive spot just behind them. Dreamer~ I woke to a mystic type touch running down my body, with a tickle of tantalization on my chest. That to me is the only way to describe a woman's touch. The ever so slight and gentle pass of a finger over my skin. Skin on skin there is no feeling like it. Yet that feeling becomes more than one of just physical touch when it is with one of those mystic women. One who has more than just your body but your mind too. She controls your body AND mind, delves so deep within you that every kiss, every merciful touch becomes a whole body experience. And that night I knew such a woman. It was not just enough for her to cause me to lose sleep yearning for her body for her touch, begging within my soul for even just her foreplay. Of course a woman with control over a man like she had most know she was the sensuous siren that I had been dreaming of every night, waking with my hard cock in my hand rubbing and touching for who knows how long before I finally came to reality, realizing that it was only my hand and not her sensuous lips on my dick. I took these nights as a torturous yet luxurious delight except for when I went too far and came all over my self, it was not the mess that I hated, but the lack of her hot tongue to lick it all up and share a taste on her plump lips. So that night when i woke up with that warm wet sensation around my nether regions and the pulsing of my blood I was unsure what it was. Was it true? Was I really lucky enough to having a waking dream of her? I didn't know but I would not test it for fear of losing such a sensation. But what was I feeling? Pussy? O god I didn't know it was just so good. As I reach down I...I... no its hair... o god yes hair that I feel. Those lips yes those FUCKING lips those face fucking lips on my cock, now I know that wetness is surely her saliva running down to my nuts. I can feel it as her lips tighten as she pushes me further and further down and.... o ... o yes there, there it is its rough. Yes, rough right around the head almost uncomfortable at first but then drives me wild knowing it's her tonsils. Yes, only a special woman could suck cock like that I think as I feel her warm wet saliva drip down to my balls. It is so good, I'm dying to see it all the way she takes me. Through the fatigue and haze or sleep still in my eyes I still wonder if it's a dream or a ghostly apparition that I see in white. I have heard of such things but never believed but how could this be to be all alone to here with this, this deity. Then in the shade of the night illuminated by the moons rays, I see two bright blue flashes. As though her body was not a strong enough spell to cast upon the soul of a man. I was never given the opportunity to resist such passion; she casts a mightier spell than before. Her eyes, yes her eyes. Two big blue captivating eyes so reminiscent of paradise in their appearance, begin drawing me in as though she did not already have a firm enough grip of me, with already having my helpless cock in her hand. Any ignorant man could fall for her appearance of begging in her eyes but I knew better as I watched her lips float over the head of my cock with just the ever so thin silver thread of cum stretching, stuck to her lips as she pulled away. i knew she might look like she was begging, made me even believe she was, but that's her power to make you believe it. i was like clay in her hand. Nothing but a hard dick to please her ever lustful desire Just as sure as i knew her dripping wet vagina would conform to every bend and contour of my rock, i knew that i would conform to her every desire. I surrender as her man whore, as her sex slave. Yes surely she knows what those eyes could do to a man; i need not tell her any of it. The true mark of seductive lover is not one that gets you in bed but how they take that fire they started and turn it into a blaze before they blast your jets to say. And this, she had no end of. As a man i can admit, I'm obsessed with my own cock, I can't help it. It is mine and i can't help but to touch it and constantly think about having some pretty face somewhere suck it or get covered in my cum, so of course i would think I knew what felt best but it can rock your world when a woman finds something you didn't even know you liked. And as I felt her lips run down my shaft with that smooth inner lining of her "fucking" mouth, I was pleased to feel that sensation of my nuts in her mouth. But it is what came next that shocked me. I don't know if it was the passion that made me blind or if I was just overwhelmed in my senses but when her hand slid past my balls between my legs to my utter amazement i found a whole new world of pleasure. I was a bit embarrassed as I uttered an unmanly moan and opened my legs wider my body on its own craving that new unknown feeling of her fingers tickling a never before touch place, gliding along entering uninvited to forbidden territory all the while going deeper and deeper into her throat with my cock. Surely she would tire but she seemed undaunted as i was startled to feel her move to explore my most taboo of places. Mystic~*~ I knew he was worked up enough and I stopped and began to slowly crawl up his body. Letting his dick drop from my mouth and then slide between my breasts and down my stomach before I was close enough to put my fingers in his hair and kiss him deeply. I let out a muffled moan as his warm hand reached under my gown to cup my breast. I felt his other hand run up from my butt cheek to my side then back. The sensation driving me insane. He suddenly pulled on my night gown and before I knew it, the gown was in a crumpled mess on the floor and my lover had rolled over and pinned me beneath him. My breath grew ragged as he held my hands above my head with one hand and rubbed my breast with the other. He slowly kissed my face, chin, and neck until he made his way to my nipple. I shuddered when his warm mouth covered my nipple as the pleasure shot through me down to my already throbbing pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure as he licked and kissed all over my stomach. When he makes love to me, it's as though my whole body melts into his, my skin feels so soft and pliable under his touch and I know I'm about to get what I came here for. I look at him and tug his hair ever so slightly to draw his lips back to my own. I feel his chest against mine, his belly brushing my own, and then the hard warmth of his dick on my thigh. I look into his eyes as he pulls away and in that moment, what we had is magic. I had wanted tonight to seem unreal, for my love to be awakened by me, yet for it to seem almost a dream, for him to be pleasured as the moons light danced across our naked bodies and for it to be magical. He gently tucks a curl of my hair behind my ear, looking almost as though I might disappear and for a moment even I almost believe I might. This fantasy is real at this moment. Dreamer~ Her skin is like luminescent silk against my palms. Her body as intoxicating as a drug and possibly as dangerous, but just like a cocaine high, I was helpless to pull myself away. As i ran my hands over her body it was as though she was as no other woman i had ever known. When I laid hands upon her skin it was not just a touch or a sensation but like an electrical, mental connection. She may have moaned as I kissed her stomach and licked her belly button, but inside I was sure I was the one feeling the most pleasure. That's gods secret gift in a woman; in her fulfillment comes my greatest fulfillment. She may believe that every kiss, every tingle is purely for her, but every moan, every shudder, every sweet drop of pussy juice is my reward. That is till I get to fill her with cum... There is something rewarding in restraining my rough hands when they are filled with such supple flesh. But the beast with in me is only encouraged when she pulls on my hair as my lips fall to her wet clit. Maybe she is showing me she loves it, maybe she is enraged herself and can't help but to be rough on me. I don't know but it doesn't matter, even if it was to pull me away due to an over load of pleasure, it's too late now. Now the fire is beyond burning, it's a wild fire that has breached its limits and is running rampant. More and more I lick and suck and seek out every last sweet drop from her cunt. I must have it must have more of that pussy, it's become my world. To pleasure it is my concern, every moan and tug of my hair only drives me more. She has no idea what's in store; play with fire and you might get burned. . . no longer could i hold back even if she begs, if she cries out or tries to get away, I am to consumed in her spell to get away. Mystic~*~ I squirm halfheartedly as he rubs the head of his cock on my clit. The warmth and the wetness making us both sigh as one. I feel him at the opening and he slowly pushes in allowing me to stretch and take him in inch by inch. I close my eyes and arch my back, marveling at how perfect it is to be so full of him. He starts to fuck me slowly and I feel my muscles clench and wonder if it feels like my pussy is massaging his dick. There is no other feeling in the world as wonderful as this. The way his belly and chest press against mine, pressing my breasts down and moving them in rhythm with our bodies, which only sends more tingles of pleasure to my pussy. I love the intimacy of this position, how he is so powerful with his body lording over me but knowing it's my body that brings the moans from low in his stomach. I feel a trail of fire is left where his hands slide down from my ankles to my ass as he rubs me all the while keeping up that slow steady rhythm. I allow my knees to bend and find myself with my legs over his shoulders and my hands pinned beside me. Heavy, his body is so warm and heavy as he presses against me; every thrust he takes pushes the air from my lungs. I moan and wiggle not wanting it to stop but having too much pleasure to bare. The change in him is noticeable, the moment when he lets go of control. When he becomes more animal than man and I feel myself slide off that edge as well. The whole bed is shaking from the merciless fucking he is giving me now. I can feel his dick touching things in my stomach that have never been touched and at this angle, my clit gets rubbed every time his cock enters me. It's so wet now, I love the way my pussy lips feel so slick and soft around him and from having watched before I know how good it looks to see my little pink pussy spread tight around him. I yell out as an orgasm rips through my body. I want to beg him to stop as my body spasms and my pussy contracts around him, the pleasure so intense it's almost pain. I cry out, yet it seems to only encourage him to fuck harder and plunge deeper. I can hear the slap each time his thighs slap my ass cheeks. I'm almost completely senseless now; the fucking is so good I lose myself in it. I close my eyes and let him fuck me like every woman dreams of getting fucked. I moan softly and focus for a moment on the way it feels to have his tight balls smacking me with every thrust. I feel a change in the pace and know he is close to cuming. He plunges his dick into me several times. Ramming my pussy with everything he has and I scream out in pleasure having another orgasm at the same time I feel his cock swell and then pulse. I feel his hot sticky cum on the inner walls of my pussy and then on my stomach as he pulls out to let the last of it cover my thighs and belly. After coating me he shoves himself back in while still hard and fucks me more. Both of us only barely able to stand it. I finally give in begging him to stop. He releases my hands and leans back enough that I let my legs slip from his neck and moan from pain and relief as I stretch them out while he softens the rest of the way inside me. He collapses half on me half off. His dick still inside my pussy and our bellies stuck together by our hot sticky fluids. He slips out of me and ends up with his head on my chest. My breasts are his pillow, and I turn slightly so that he can suck one into his mouth and suck on my nipple as we both try to gather our wits. We lay there in messy sheets, our legs still tangled together just breathing as one after our wonderful love. I doze contentedly as he softly suckles me. When I wake I study his handsome face as he sleeps between my breasts. I reach up and stoke his hair for a little while just trying to commit his face and body to memory. The way the moon shines in, he looks so amazing, almost like a god to me, I want to wake him but I slowly slip from the bed and search for my coat. I slip it onto me as I take one last look at his sleeping form knowing that tomorrow I would deny this happening just to add to the effect. I wanted him to wonder for a while if his love had really visited him on a moon filled night and fulfilled his every desire. I stole through the house and out the window. The moon was beginning to fade into a sunrise as I walked back to my car. I was already dreaming of our next adventure on my way before the cum from this time was completely dried. The Night Visitors Keely and Phil had never had rich and powerful friends but the friends they did have were warm and generous people who would always share what little they did have. One such friend had a small cabin in a national park in America and being unable through ill health to visit it this year Keely and Phil were given the chance to spend two weeks there. Keely and Phil went to collect the keys a few days before they were due to leave, it was clear that their friend was very disappointed not to be going out to the cabin herself, but she was glad to let Keely and Phil have the benefit of it. She gave the young couple directions from the airport and some instructions regarding housekeeping issues. Just as Keely and Phil were about to leave the friend added one more piece of information, she told them that the area surrounding the cabin and lake had a reputation amongst the locals for being haunted. But she quickly added seeing the couple's anxiety, that they had nothing to fear, as the ghost was a kindly spirit and any way she had never seen anything in fifteen years she had being going there. All the way home Keely and Phil discussed this last piece of information. Phil was as ever, sceptical. Keely however was more open-minded and therefore felt a little nervous at the prospect of sharing their holiday with a ghost. Phil did his best to allay her fears reminding Keely that their friend had said that it was a benevolent spirit. Despite Phil's efforts to reassure her, Keely continued to ponder the prospect of encountering a ghost on holiday but she decided to keep her anxieties to herself for fear of ruining the holiday. Three days later Keely and Phil arrived at the cabin. It was small but very well equipped and sat besides a large lake with dense forest behind. All thoughts of the ghost had disappeared from Keely's mind, nothing bad could transpire in a place as beautiful as this. The cabin itself was directly out of some old western, built from sturdy logs with a stone chimney; on three sides a timber deck surrounded the cabin complete with hammocks and a swing seat. Just to the side of cabin there was further decking housing a hot tub. As always, when she arrived at any holiday destination, Keely was keen to make love to Phil there and then, she threw her arms around his neck and began to gyrate her hips. Within moments Phil was erect and pushing back against Keely's gyrations. Keely kissed Phil passionately her tongue probing his mouth forcefully, he responded with equal passion. Both of them felt an overwhelming hunger for sex, quick explosive sex. Their kissing turned to gentle biting, neither wanted to relinquish the kiss so they struggled to undress still joined at the lips. Keely ripped opened the fly buttons on Phil's jeans and pushed them down along with his boxer shorts over his tight little bottom until his cock was standing erect and free. With equal impatience Phil pulled Keely's skirt up around her waist abandoning their usual lovemaking etiquette, Keely wanted cock inside her now. Phil grasped the thin fabric of Keely's knickers and with one sharp pull ripped them from her body, the tattered fabric falling at her feet. Keely took Phil's cock in her hand and rubbed the shaft against her pussy, the helmet slipped between her swollen labia fuelling her desire for full penetration. Sensing this growing need and savouring the warm wetness of her fanny Phil turned Keely on the spot and bent her over the back of the sofa. Keely pushed her shapely bottom upwards affording Phil a view of her pink labia, needing no further encouragement Phil slipped the entire length of his cock deep into her, he reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair forcing her back harder onto his cock. Keely let out a satisfied moan and started sliding back and forth on Phil's erect member. Phil had his hands on Keely's hips guiding her thrusts. Her bottom shuddered with each thrust and Phil found himself unable to resist giving her shapely bottom a slap, a red handprint was left on her buttock. Keely had her hand busy on her clitoris, her pace building with each pelvic thrust. She felt the contractions through her pussy as Phil pumped his load deep into her, this sensation pushing her onto orgasm, her knees buckled as she came and Phil continued to slowly slide his cock in and out of her now cum soaked pussy. Their passion spent Keely and Phil now enjoyed a simple but hearty supper sitting on the veranda. They chatted the dusk into night until fatigue overcame Keely and she retired to bed. Phil stayed out on the veranda enjoying the absolute peace. He lay back in one of the hammocks and blew streams of blue grey smoke into the warm night air. As he sat there he listened intently to the noises of the night, in the back of his mind he could still hear the voice of his friend warning of the possibility of a ghostly encounter. After twenty minutes of trying to decipher the various noises Phil gave up and put it all down to locals just having a laugh. Perhaps, he thought, that the magical nature of the lake had to be explained and that one way to explain its magic was to attribute it to ghostly possession. Phil's thoughts returned to this world as he heard Keely turning over in bed. He went into the cabin to get his cigarettes, the door of the bedroom was wide open and there was Keely lying on her side, bedclothes covered only her feet. Moving so that he stood in the open doorway Phil watched as Keely slept. The light from the kitchen softly illuminated Keely's naked form, Phil never tired of seeing Keely's body and as he stood there he thought of the first time he had seen her naked. It was some time ago now that first night they had spent together but the years hadn't affected Phil's recall. Keely was 19 when her and Phil had got together; her body then, reflected her youth. Her body was lithe and torte, her breasts were no more than gentle curves rising from her chest, peaked with pink puffy nipples that demanded attention. Her athletic frame echoed her sporty school career. Now Keely's body had blossomed into womanhood. Her breasts were now generous symmetrical globes with large nipples the colour of a blushing cheek, her bottom was fuller but still pert and her pubic mound was an inviting plush heaven. Phil rejoiced in this transformation, Keely to him was a sensual powerhouse. Phil was pulled back from his contemplations by Keely shifting position. She was now lying on her back with one knee slightly bent. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, Phil was mesmerised. As his eyes drifted down her body they stopped to enjoy the sight of Keely's plump pussy her labia slightly parted like the petals of a flower waiting the morning sun before revealing the beauty within. Phil leaned forward and kissed Keely gently on the forehead stroking her golden hair as he did so. He returned to the veranda and lay down in one of the hammocks. After watching Keely in her naked slumber he was now sporting a healthy erection, he slipped his shorts down to his knees hoping the cool night air might ease the throbbing ache in his cock. Phil closed his eyes and savoured the sensation of the night air cooling his stiff member, he held its thick shaft and squeezed gently, a drop of clear fluid appeared at its tip before rolling down the shaft and over Phil's fingers. Thoughts and images passed quickly through his mind, Keely undoing her jeans and then pulling down her panties so that Phil might play with her fanny as they sat in the car, Keely toying with a vibrator, rubbing its buzzing tip over her clitoris and then slipping it into her shaven pussy, oblivious to the power such actions conveyed. Phil was now slowly wanking as his thoughts evolved; he focused his mind on one of his favourite fantasies. This was the joy of masturbation, unlimited fantasy, no morality, no prejudice and no boundaries. Phil had now quickened his hand and his cock released more of its slippery fluid causing the helmet to glisten, he could feel his balls tighten and lift as the fantasy developed. He was now teetering on the brink of orgasm, he held back wanting to conclude his fantasy before spurting hot cum on to his belly .Phil was wanking slowly now as he came, the hot cum dripping down the shaft of his cock and over his fingers. He lay back into the hammock enjoying the warm afterglow of his orgasm. He had a cigarette despite feeling a little light headed before joining Keely in bed. The next morning they were both woken by strong sunlight streaming into the bedroom. "What time did you come to bed?" enquired Keely, "About an hour after you" replied Phil. "What were you doing?" asked Keely, a smile spread across Phil's face, "You didn't have a wank, did you?" "I couldn't help it, it must be all this fresh air boosting my libido" admitted Phil. "Well that's your lot for a couple of days then." said Keely, "otherwise you'll be wasting away." After their breakfast Keely and Phil decided to do some exploring in the canoe, there was a waterfall a few miles down the lake, a perfect place to find shelter from the midday sun. Phil packed some food, drink and their swimming gear. Once out on the lake the full majesty of their surroundings was revealed, it was a primeval place devoid of mans imprint, the sun shone this day as it had on this landscape for millions of years. Both of them were mute in the presence of such overwhelming splendour and didn't share a syllable until they arrived at the waterfall. It was as promised a cool oasis sheltered from the glare of the unremitting sun, having paddled for some twenty minutes Phil and Keely were glowing with exertion. Phil removed his shoes and socks and paddled in the plunge pool beneath the waterfall. "How is it?" asked Keely, "Its lovely" sighed Phil. Keely needed no further encouragement; she started to remove her sandals. "Your swimming costume is in that rucksack," said Phil pointing back to the canoe. Keely didn't reply but continued to remove her sandals, Phil turned back to look at his feet splashing in the water, after a few moments a pink blur breezed past him and entered the water with a splash. Keely's head appeared from the waters depths; she shook the excess water from her hair and swam over to Phil. "What happened to your swimming costume?" Phil enquired. "I wanted to cool down," replied Keely. She turned her back on Phil and swam away; her naked bottom raised to the surface the dappled sunlight providing an intermittent spotlight for its statuesque curves. Keely stood under the waterfall, with the water up to her thighs Phil could see that Keely was naked; she seemed like some neo classical nymph. The falling water fell from her body at her breasts, in the cool water her nipples had hardened, the areola darkened and creased. Still completely clothed Phil swam over to join her; they held each other under the cascading torrents. Phil smoothed his hands over Keely's skin, kissing her shoulder and neck, she removed his shorts and T shirt until she was satisfied that they were skin to skin. It felt so liberating to be free of their clothes and the two of them found themselves playing in the cool waters like wild animals. Their play had the innocence of children; they had forgotten their nakedness and were just happy to be together. Although their naked bodies would rub together intimately there was no sexual tension just the unbridled joy of sharing this special place. Phil left the water to grab something to eat; he sat at the waters edge watching Keely move with grace through the water, if he had been an artist the scene would have made a perfect tableau. Keely joined Phil on the bank and they sat eating their lunch, it felt slightly comical to be eating sandwiches with his cock flopping lazily on his belly. He shared his comic revelation with Keely, who thought for a moment before saying "I don't know it may have its uses" with that she took hold of Phil's flaccid cock and smeared the helmet with dip before putting it in her mouth. Her tongue expertly removed the creamy dip from his now swollen helmet, the coolness of the dip contrasting with the heat of her mouth. Keely rubbed his glistening helmet around her lips, as she did so she drew up her knees and opened her legs, the change in position allowed the lips of her pussy to open slightly and reveal the slippery wetness contained within. "Would you like to try another dip?" asked Keely suggestively, Phil moved over to Keely he pushed the palm of his hand hard against her fanny and whispered "as much as I love that dip" he rolled her on to her belly, "I really fancy some chocolate fudge" he said giving her bottom a gentle slap. Keely pushed Phil on to his side and then bundled him into the water, laughing she said, "You are a bloody pervert." Phil nodded enthusiastically. They made there way back to the canoe; Keely had wrapped herself in her sarong and lay spread out before him whilst he did the rowing. He didn't mind; the thin cotton against her damp body rendered the material almost transparent revealing Keely's naked body beneath. They reached the cabin just as the sun was setting; Phil opened the wine whilst Keely prepared some food. After supper both of them climbed into the hut tub and continued to drink well into the night. Keely had stripped off her top and was laughing loudly as the swirling waters of the hot tub bounced her breasts like duck apples at Halloween. She further amused herself by pulling her panties to one side and sitting over one of the bubble jets, giggling as bubbles tickled past her pussy. Soon the cool night air forced them indoors not long after a storm broke out, thunder and lightening clashed over the cabin. Phil lit a fire and some candles as they had been warned that the power supply at the cabin was rather fragile and likely to fail in a storm. The cabin was soon cosy and warm, Keely and Phil lay on the hearth and discussed everything and nothing. Their peace was disturbed by a knock on the door, had this been at home the knock at the door wouldn't have been particularly significant but here in the middle of the wilderness where Keely and Phil hadn't seen another human being since they arrived, the knocking seemed unduly sinister. As they looked at each other both of them came to the same thought simultaneously, was it the ghost. Phil laughed nervously a ghost would just come through the wall he thought. He stood up and walked over to the door, "what are you doing?" said Keely anxiously. "It's probably someone lost, don't worry but cover yourself up" replied Phil. Keely pulled her sarong around her waist and stood behind Phil as he opened the door. Once opened they were both relieved to see that it was no axe murderer or ghost but a young women, "Can you afford me some shelter from the storm" she asked. Keely stepped forward and said "Of course come in and sit by the fire." The young woman moved slowly and cautiously over to the fire where she knelt down. "Can I get you a drink?" asked Phil "We have some brandy somewhere". The young lady nodded without saying a word, when Phil gave her the brandy she drank it quickly, she accepted another two glasses before uttering another word. "Are you on your own?" Keely asked, "No I was with my people but I lost them in the storm" replied the young girl. Phil was intrigued she spoke with an almost poetic lilt, and she was stunning. She had jet black hair that flowed down her back and ended at the curve of her bottom, her skin was tanned a deep red tan that one only developed from being outdoors for long periods. It was difficult to attribute an exact age to her she could have been 25 or as young as 18. "Would you like to stay here tonight and we can look for your family tomorrow?" offered Keely, "Thank you kind lady if it would not inconvenience you I would like to stay" she replied softly. Phil went off to get some things to make up a bed, Keely followed. The two of them came to the conclusion that this girl must be part of some hippy commune near by; her clothes were typical of modern travellers, just a simple piece of material with a hole in it for her head and tied at the waist with a colourful band. They returned to the living room, the young lady was standing with her back to fire, the cloth that covered her was still wet and clung to every curve of her body, and she was a breathtaking site. Keely went to bedroom and returned with a t-shirt "put this on your clothes are soaking." The young girl took the T-shirt and undressed before them. Once naked, the extent of her beauty was revealed, she had an athletic frame with breasts that held their shape and form without the need of a bra, her belly had a small roundness that tapered down to her pussy which was covered with dark pubic hair, her hips had the shape of womanhood and her legs were muscular but slender. She slipped the t-shirt over her head, it was long enough to just cover her naked bottom but as she turned to pick up her discarded clothes it rode up and afforded Keely and Phil a view of her shapely behind. "I think I need a brandy," said Phil. He poured three drinks and handed one to Keely and one the young girl. They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Keely asked the young lady for her name "Star" the young lady disclosed. Keely introduced Phil and herself and explained that they were on holiday from England. The whole time Star listened with wide-eyed wonder she spoke only when she was asked a direct question. Keely brought the evening to a close by taking Phil off to bed; they left Star lying on the settee enjoying the warmth of the fire. Once in the bedroom Keely and Phil discussed their new guest. "She's a bit weird, do you think she is part of some cult or something?" asked Keely, "I have no idea" replied Phil. "I know one thing she isn't shy did you see the way the stripped off" said Keely. "No I was looking the other way" said Phil lying through his teeth. Keely smacked his backside, "You were looking you lying sod." They both settled down into bed, outside the storm seemed to be worsening. The wind was now whistling around the house and atmospheric light show seemed to be intensifying. Keely went into the lounge to make sure Star was ok. She found her curled up in a tight ball on the couch; Keely placed her hand on Star's shoulder and asked if she was ok, when Star lifted her head it was obvious that she had been crying. Keely took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom, "You can stay with us" she told Star. Phil was slightly taken aback when Keely led Star in to the bedroom, but he trusted Keely's judgement and besides who was he to complain at having two beautiful women in his bed. Keely gestured Star to get in bed next to Phil, perhaps prompted by Keely's nudity before Star got into their bed she took her T-shirt off. Phil was quickly reminded of his own naked state as Star naked leg rested next to his. Whether it was the brandy or fear of the storm Star rolled on to her side and draped her leg across Phil. Phil froze not sure how to react, he looked across to Keely who was smiling as she gently stroked Star's hair. Phil's main concern was that his unruly cock was instantly transformed into a swollen monster screaming for attention and Star's leg was directly pressed against it. Phil decided his best course of action was to do nothing and hope that Star wouldn't notice his cock and fall asleep. Keely had now rolled on to her side and was bent around Star like a spoon. This made things even worse for Phil and his rampant cock; it was now pulsing powerfully and releasing a steady stream of pre-cum. Phil released to do nothing was no longer an option; he reached down and gently stroked Star's thigh. She immediately snuggled closer into Phil and let out some appreciative noises, encouraged Phil let his hand drift up her body until it rested beside her breast. The Night Visitors Sensing his touch Star rolled back slightly affording Phil better access to her naked torso, Phil slid his hand down to her breast and cupped its shape whilst his thumb brushed over her nipple, the nipple swelled at his touch and Star sighed deeply. Keely well aware even in the relative darkness of what was going on encouraged Phil by resting her hand over his whilst it massaged Star's firm breast. Star was now on her back so that Phil was now able to massage both breasts her lower body was writhing and wriggling calling for attention from Phil's roaming hands. As if he needed further encouragement Keely directed Phil's hand down to Star's pubic mound, once there Phil allowed his fingers to slip down the between her labia and dip into the moist heat within. Star spread her legs wider prompting Phil to seek deeper penetration with his fingers, as he did so Keely rewarded his efforts by reaching across Star and playing with his cock. Keely had always had an acute sense of what got Phil excited and as she collected some of the clear fluid that was dripping from Phil's erect cock she knew exactly what he would want her to do with it. She took the pre-cum on her fingers and massaged it into Star's erect nipples. The sight of Phil and Star getting intimate was more and more arousing for Keely, as Phil busied himself sucking on Star's pert breasts she felt the need to satisfy her own cravings and slipped her hand down to her throbbing pussy. As she dipped a finger into herself she was surprised by just how wet she had become, once moist she took her finger and began to rub her clitoris, all the time watching Phil and Star. Star seemed to be growing in confidence, no longer satisfied to be the passive receiver of Phil's caresses she was now reaching for his cock so that she might feel its length and girth. Her hand looked small wrapped around the swollen shaft, and as she moved it up and down. Keely shifted position so that she could take its swollen helmet in her mouth. Star followed Keely's lead and soon the two them were sharing Phil's cock. In response Phil positioned himself so that he could slip his fingers into each of them, whilst enjoying the sight of not only his cock receiving such dedicated attention but also their shapely behinds writhing in response to his touch. Phil was close to orgasm and was relieved when without a word being exchanged between them the two girls changed position. Keely straddled Phil's face so his mouth could give her pouting sex all the attention she desired. Star was positioned so that she could gently lower herself onto Phil's throbbing member, once she had its entire length inside her she began sliding up and down, very slowly at first but as she became accustomed to its size she moved more rapidly. They were all moving closer to orgasm and Phil let his hands roam, sometimes holding Keely's buttocks so that he might push her clitoris harder against his tongue other times cupping Star's breasts so that he might enjoy their weight and shape changing with each thrust. Phil felt his orgasm build and explode powerfully through his body, his cock shooting hot cum into Star's pussy. Star brought herself to a climax rubbing her clitoris as Phil emptied his load deep into her; almost simultaneously Keely came holding Phil's head hard against her clitoris. No one spoke after the orgy they simply slipped off to sleep bathed in the afterglow of sex. Keely woke first in the morning and found that their guest had taken her leave. The clothes that she had removed the previous night where now nowhere to be found. Keely woke Phil who was as equally perplexed at the young girls disappearance. They both decided that she had woken earlier and had left; there was no more mystery than that. The storm that had delivered their visitor the previous night did not abate and Keely and Phil were confined to the cabin the whole day. Keely took the opportunity to paint something of scenery that surrounded the cabin whilst Phil tried to record something of the majesty of the place in his journal. Eating supper together that evening neither of them felt satisfied with their efforts. Some places defy capture in prose and fail to communicate their essence in art, they both had to accept that and be glad that they could carry the place with them in their hearts and minds for the rest of time. As the day drew to a close Phil and Keely discussed their strange visitor the previous night, Phil felt a little guilty that he had been insensitive towards Keely. Keely reassured him that she had enjoyed the experience as much as Phil, and in fact she was responsible for bringing Star into their bed. Phil speculated as to what his reaction might be if the tables had been turned, although it had long been a fantasy of his to see Keely being pleasured by another man he had to admit he wasn't sure that he would enjoy it in reality. Keely didn't agree she felt that their relationship was built on absolute trust and therefore if any thing happened it would only be sex. The two of them snuggled together in front of the roaring fire, Keely drinking her wine as Phil smoked a joint or two, before long the two of them were comfortably mellow. The storm continued to rage and by ten the power had given up for good so they resorted to candles to light the cabin. The candles along with the wine Keely had drunk and the hash Phil had smoked combined to create an atmosphere of peace and tranquillity despite the best efforts of the storm outside. Both of them were getting ready for bed when there was a knock at the door. It was fair to say that this time neither of them was particularly alarmed at this development, the previous night's antics has left them far to relaxed for that. So it was Keely who went and opened the door this time. However it was not Star at the door but a young man! He spoke softly requesting shelter from the storm; Keely beckoned him inside with an outstretched arm. Once inside he went to the fireside and warmed himself .After a few moments he spoke again this time to thank his hosts for looking after Star, his sister, the previous night. Phil went off to the kitchen to fetch some drinks leaving Keely and the young man to talk. When Phil returned he could see from their body language that Keely and this young man where attracted to each other, he sat passively on the couch as the two of them talked. There was a strong family resemblance between this young man and Star he had the same dark hair and the same slim but muscular frame. He was as scantily dressed as Star with only one piece of cloth draped over his head and tied at the waist. His name was Tor and although he did not give his age it was clear that he was not much older than Star. Phil decided to leave the two of them to talk and got up to go to bed, he insisted that Tor stayed the night and said goodnight. Keely followed Phil into their bedroom; she gave him a kiss saying goodnight. Phil encouraged her to return to Tor, she seemed unsure of what to do but Phil was adamant adding that he was a very handsome young man and that he found Keely very attractive too. "Go and have some fun" he said pushing her back towards the lounge. Keely went back to the lounge reassured by Phil's words. It was nice to think that she was still attractive to other men; it was good for her ego. When she rejoined Tor he was still warming himself by the fire. Keely put her hand on his arm the material of his clothing was still damp, "take this off; I'll get you something of Phil's to wear." As she left the room the young man turned his back to her and was removing his clothes, Keely could not help stealing a glance; she was not disappointed he had lovely bum tight well defined buttocks curved delightfully into his broad thighs. Keely grabbed a pair of Phil's boxer shorts and a T-shirt and returned to the lounge, Tor was standing by the fire he held his clothes over his waist to cover his modesty. Keely handed him the dry clothes and turned away, she gave Tor a few moments to change before turning back to face him. Tor had put on the clothes but Keely had forgotten that her man, Phil, was a very slim young man and Tor had a more muscular frame. As a result the t-shirt fitted where it touched him and the boxer shorts that had a fitted cut revealed that even in its current flaccid state his cock was long and thick. Keely was filled with a new curiosity, she wanted now to know how that manhood may look once it was fully erect, she speculated that it was probably quite a monster. The two of them sat down again, Tor stared intently at Keely with a smile fixed on his face. Keely felt a little self-conscious and asked him why he was smiling at her. "Because I think you are beautiful" answered Tor, "and I'm wondering if there is any possibility that I might feel your naked body pressed against mine." Keely was speechless for a moment, "thank you for the compliment and as you have been honest with me I must be honest with you," She considered for a moment "it is not in my nature to sleep with just anyone but I find you very attractive and I would love to see you out of those clothes." Keely was a little taken aback by her own honesty but felt better for saying it. Tor reached across and took Keely's hand; he gently kissed each finger tip. This innocent love play was enough to send little shivers of electricity down Keely's spine. She moved closer to Tor and kissed him, as their lips touched she parted her lips slightly letting his tongue meet hers. Meanwhile, Phil had not yet fallen asleep and had decided to see how Keely was getting on with Tor. From the darkness of the bedroom he could see both of them illuminated by the fire; he smiled to himself as he saw Keely kissing Tor with passion in her eyes. Unaware of Phil standing in the doorway of the bedroom watching them, Tor and Keely continued their mutual sensual exploration. Keely had only her sarong to cover her naked body and this was gradually slipping down her ass as she and Tor kissed. Since her breasts were revealed Tor shifted his attention and let his mouth take in some of each of the shapely globes. He kissed, licked and sucked his way from breast to breast and from nipple to nipple. His touch was strong and assured yet sensitive to the delicate softness of Keely's full pert breasts. As he lay like a babe in arms at her breast, Keely took the chance to trace her hand down his muscular torso until it rested on the ridge of his penis. Still curled up and restrained by the tight boxer shorts. She rubbed up and down its length several times coaxing it to engorge and grow more and more each time. The ridge of his helmet was now clearly outlined and from its tip fluid was spilling out wetting the material, Keely rubbed her thumb over this wet patch, even through the material she could feel the radiating heat of his cock. She could wait no longer and as Tor continued to tease her nipples to erection, she pulled the boxer shorts down revealing his cock for the first time. She took her hand away so as not to obscure her view of his proud erection; it was a stunning specimen that had true beauty unlike many of those she had seen before. Its shaft was straight and the helmet that crowned it was devoid of a foreskin revealing every contour of its form. He had shaved his pubic hair and his balls were tight to his body signalling his state of high arousal. As Keely took the shaft in her hand she finally had a real sense of its size and girth. Her hand seemed small as she slowly moved it up and down the shaft. Tor also moved so that he could kiss his way down Keely's abdomen, as he moved closer to her fanny Keely felt powerless to stop her thighs parting. Her pussy was aching, crying out for attention, and as Tor reached for her pussy she held his head hard against her clitoris. She had her head resting on Tor's thigh with his cock in front of her. As Tor was pleasuring her with his tongue Keely felt compelled to take his cock in her mouth. She held the shaft and rubbed the tip around her mouth smearing her lips with pre cum like a lip balm. She tried to take his whole helmet in her mouth but had to settle at licking around it while wanking him off with her hand. After sometime Keely rolled on to her back and pulled Tor up so that he straddled her with his cock resting on her chest. She pushed her ample breasts together engulfing the meaty shaft. His cock, still wet from Keely's attention, slipped up and down her cleavage. His helmet popped out of the top giving her the opportunity to flick it with the tip with her tongue. During this time Tor was not idle, he had his fingers busy inside Keely; she was very wet allowing him to slip three or four fingers into her at a time. Phil was still watching the two of them from the bedroom. It was a very erotic scene unfolding before him. He had slipped off his boxer shorts and couldn't resist stroking his cock as he watched. He had intended to remain out of sight but in an effort to see what Keely was doing with Tor's cock he stepped into the light of the lounge. Keely didn't see him straight away but when she did catch his eye she was glad to see that not only was he smiling but that his cock was as erect as she had ever seen. She was further reassured by the sight of Phil wanking as he watched. She released her grip on Tor's cock and gestured at Phil to move closer. Phil responded by lying next to her and kissing her neck as she continued to jerk off Tor with her breasts. Keely felt reassured to have Phil with her as things with Tor became more passionate. She wanted to feel that meaty cock inside her. So she rolled on to her side, now she and Tor were facing each other. Phil lay behind her mirroring her body shape, he caught sight of Tor's cock for the first time and whispered in Keely's ear "look at the size of that thing, thank god he's not gay." Keely was a little concerned that she might not be able to accommodate Tor's mighty cock but she was certainly going to try. She reached down and wrapped her hand around the shaft she then rubbed its helmet around the lips of her pussy and over her clitoris. Their combined fluids meant that Tor's cock slipped easily between Keely's labia, its helmet was now poised ready for penetration. Keely held onto Tor's cock as she guided it into her sopping wet pussy, her labia parted wide as his helmet entered her before closing around it as he continued to enter her. Keely was carefully controlling the depth of penetration at each point, savouring the feeling of fullness his meaty cock provided. She released her grip as the final few centimetres of his lengthy penis entered her. She wasn't disappointed. Tor's cock felt as it was redefining the shape of her pussy, giving her a sense of fullness and direct contact that she had never felt before. Phil was watching Keely's face as Tor entered her, he could see the wrinkles of anxiety give way to a pleasurable smile that spread across her whole face; he kissed the back of her neck and snuggled in closer to her so that his cock rested between her buttocks. He could feel Keely thrusting her pelvis back and forth; he could also see Tor's cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy as she fingered her clitoris. Phil's cock was now releasing copious amounts of pre cum allowing it to slide freely through her buttocks. Keely must have sensed Phil's cock sliding through her buttocks as she reached behind her and rubbed the throbbing cock against her bum hole. The slippery tip of Phil's cock began to slide deeper and deeper up Keely's bottom until with little effort his cock was buried up to its base. Keely was now sliding back and forth on both cocks and it was clear that no one could go on for much longer. Tor began to thrust more rapidly into Keely, she responded by increasing the speed and pressure of her fingers on her clitoris. Phil did not need to make any movement as Tor increased his speed Keely moved her bottom up and down his shaft more rapidly. Tor came first with a force that pushed Keely onto orgasm. As the waves of her orgasm passed through the muscles in her bum Phil shot his hot sticky load into her. A long period of silence followed their three-way copulation; Keely lay there trying to take in what had just happened. Phil too was still reeling from the shock of it all, but as he calmed he realised that what had happened, happened because it was meant to happen, no one had been hurt or used, it was karma. Tor was silent except for his breathing, he was lying prone his cock glistening with a mixture of cum and pussy juice. Phil went to get his cigarettes, when he returned Tor was kissing Keely, not a post-coital kiss but a kiss of foreplay. Phil didn't have the energy to do anything other than watch as the two of them let their passions ignite once again. Keely was stroking Tor's cock back to life and it was rapidly responding to her attentions, Tor meanwhile was slipping his fingers into Keely, who it is fair to say was very wet through a combination of her own juices and Tor's cum. Keely was like a frenzied animal, unlike the first time she had no interest in slowly building to a climax, or getting to see Tor's body she just wanted to be fucked. With this foremost in her mind she pushed Tor on his back. Now his erection almost reached his belly button. Keely straddled him. This time she had her back to him and holding his cock in her hand lowered herself down its length. This position gave Keely a new sense of the dimensions of Tor's cock and she had to lower herself onto it much more slowly. Once the monster was fully inside her Keely began to lift her bottom up and down on it, at this time Tor was busy kneading her buttocks. Keely seemed unaware of anything other than her own needs, she was building the pace of her pelvic thrusts, her own hands were busy massaging her breasts and at times fingering her clit. Tor was still concentrating his efforts on Keely's bottom; the red marks on her buttocks a testament to the fact that he was unable to resist giving her bottom the odd smack. Keely was now throwing her head back as she felt the first waves of her orgasm spread through the muscles in her fanny, There after the orgasm continued wrecking her muscles again and again once subsided she moved off Tor and sat beside him, taking his cock in her hand she started to wank him off. Tor wasn't long in releasing his load for the second time, though Keely was still surprised by how much he was still ejaculating, the hand gripping his cock was almost lost under the cum. Phil went off to have a shower, as the water cascaded over his body he felt Keely's hand on his hip. She took the soap from him and proceeded to wash him. Keely took his flaccid cock in her hand and washed it carefully, paying particular attention to area just below it's helmet. Once washed Keely rinsed it off and washed herself, Phil sat down in the shower and watched her as she applied the soap to her breasts, she washed them with indifference, which always surprised Phil, how could anyone treat such delights in such a way. Phil continued to watch as Keely rinsed off her body with the showerhead, the soapsuds slid down her cleavage and off the tips of her nipples. Soon they were both refreshed and revived from the shower, and after giving each other a hug and a kiss they returned to the lounge. Tor was nowhere to be seen; like Star he had left quietly and stealthily. Keely and Phil were too tired to investigate his disappearance and anyway his going meant there was no post-threesome awkwardness to deal with. They retired to their bed and slept soundly, the storm that had held them in its grasp finally gave up its grip and in the morning they were greeted by the sun streaming through their window. The Night Visitors It is fair to say that over the next few days of their holiday Keely and Phil thought about their night time visitors but they didn't vocalise their feelings. All too soon their holiday had come to end; they set off early on their day of departure and decided to stop on the way for some breakfast. In the roadside diner they were the only customers and they soon found themselves in conversation with the waitress. She seemed a little surprised when they told her where they had been staying; she couldn't believe anyone would want to holiday in a place that had such a reputation for being haunted. Phil reassured her that they hadn't encountered any ghosts and that their holiday had been the best they'd ever taken. The waitress was pleased to hear this and added that the tales of two ghostly teenage Native Americans was probably just an old wives tail told to naughty children to stop them wondering off in the forest. Keely nearly choked when she heard what the waitress had said, she asked her to elaborate. It being very quiet in the diner like so many mornings and waitress enjoyed telling a good story, she told Keely and Phil the story of how the two teenage Navaho had apparently been separated from their family during a storm and that despite the efforts of the Navaho's most skilled trackers they had never been found. She went on to say that local legend had it that from time to time they appear and approach people for shelter from the elements. The two of them were dumb founded at this revelation; the waitress left them in this state as another customer had just come in. Neither Phil nor Keely could get a grip on how to react to this experience, at the time the whole thing had another world feel to it and now that feeling had been fully endorsed. Over time their experiences on that holiday became part of their lovemaking fantasy, they would recount the story to each other as part of the foreplay. On one such occasion Phil turned to Keely and said "you know I have only one regret." Keely look puzzled and asked what he regretted, "That we didn't get to have both of them together."