0 comments/ 18198 views/ 7 favorites Night Breeze By: Nogrod63 Ingrid bounced from one room to the next making sure that everything was taken care of; windows closed, curtains drawn, everything turned off. She had visions of being half way to Fiji and realizing that she had left the stove or the iron on, just like in the sitcoms. Her week at work had been frantic ensuring that every project was up to date and her co-workers had everything covered that she hadn't finished. With that last whirl of activity she stepped outside, locked the door and waited for Angie to pick her up. Angie drove up, just a few minutes late, with the top down and her long red hair streaming out behind her. "Hiya girlfriend, All set for your big trip? "All set Angie, let's get moving," Ingrid smiled back. "You do know that you only have one bag there right?" Angie was pointing to the single bag on the sidewalk, "Are the rest in the house?" "No, one is all I'll need for this trip," Ingrid smiled again. "I have one nice dress, if I decide to go out, and the rest are just shorts, tank tops, swimsuits, flip flops, underwear and some thing to sleep in. If I couldn't fold it, it didn't go. It is a casual tropical vacation you know, and I'm not planning anything more than working on my tan and swimming." "And you managed to get all of that in here?" questioned Angie as she put the suitcase in the trunk. "Yes, well, in there and in my bag. Now can we please get moving?" Then they were off to the airport, long red hair on one side and long blonde hair on the other flowing in the breeze. It felt like the 20 minute drive to the airport was taking forever now that she had nothing on her mind but the trip. Still soon enough she and Angie were hugging good bye and she was walking to the airline check in counter. She made her way through the airport maze to her gate and waited to board her plane. She arrived at LAX in five long hours later. An uneventful flight and the first leg of her trek was done. With a two hour layover she wandered the concourse and got something to eat. The food on the plane from New York to Los Angeles had not really counted as eating. She couldn't resist adding one more book purchase to her bag, it was 9 hours to Fiji after all. She found her gate and tried to read while she impatiently waited to board her next plane. Hours later, on board the plane, Ingrid stretched as much as she possibly could in the seat. Who would have thought that long distance air travel could wear you out this much she thought, maybe because the seat was designed for someone that had little resemblance to a human being. The long trip would be worth it though. She hadn't been on a vacation by herself in ages, well really hadn't been on vacation at all except for the occasional long weekend in years. She looked out the window at the expanse of ocean below her, sighed and looked at her watch. Another hour to Fiji she thought and then a short hop to Yaukuve and the resort there. It felt like she was never going to get there. She tried to concentrate on her book even as she urged the plane to fly faster. Fortunately the flight from Los Angeles to Fiji was only a little bumpy and on time. She quickly made her way to the baggage claim and waited impatiently for her bag. Time was short between the cross-pacific flight and the short hop to Yaukuve. Soon enough the bags were tumbling down the chute to the carousel, she tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for hers to appear. It did, soon enough, and she was off across the small airport to the plane to Yaukuve. She was able to board immediately and now she was just a short 30-40 minutes from her vacation spot. The small plane taxied out to the runway shortly after Ingrid found her seat, her journey was coming to an end. The plane set down on Yaukuve and she climbed down the boarding stairs with her bag and suitcase. There was a large van emblazoned with Yaukuve Island Resort sitting near the little terminal. She hurried inside the building and found a young man holding a sign up with her name and several others on it. Ingrid smiled, almost there. She boarded the van with two other couples and soon they were on their way to the resort. They arrived at the main resort building and were check in promptly and efficiently, before she knew it she was being led down a trail through the palm trees to the hut or bure, as the natives called it, she would be staying in for the week. Calling it a hut was almost rude though, all the comforts of home masterfully worked into the simple building. She passed the outdoor terrazzo bath on her way inside and promised herself a long soak in it to relax from the long flight. She entered the cool bure, a king sized bed in one room opened into the main living area, tastefully furnished with beautifully constructed wood furniture. There a set of sliding doors faced the sun drenched waves of the Pacific Ocean. Her own pool sat directly outside those doors making it seem like the pool and the ocean were one. She moved into the bedroom and dropped her bag and her suitcase on the floor and sat down on the bed. She lay back just to see how it felt and within minutes was sound asleep. The sun dipped low on the horizon, setting slowly and the soft, warm tropical darkness filled the bure. A gentle breeze crept through the open window bringing the fresh scent of the sea with it. Caressing her face like a lover it moved through the room adding itself to her dreams. She stirred, rolled to her back settling deeper into the bed. The breeze crept through the room again hesitating around her, as if it had a mind of its own, tendrils of air bringing more of the sweet scent of the sea and the sounds of the waves crashing off the shore in the far distance to her mind working them deep into her dreams. It brushed across her lips and she pursed them and opened her mouth as if returning the kiss to the air. She stirred on the edge on consciousness for a moment and the breeze paused, with a soft sigh she drifted back to a deeper sleep a smile on her face. Ingrid came slowly to a semi-wakeful state, that moment between sleeping and waking when it is hard to tell dream from reality. She felt so rested and relaxed. She hadn't slept that well in age and her dreams, although distant in her mind, had been pleasant, very pleasant. The first rays of morning light were creeping across the room and through the open window she could see the sun beginning to rise over the ocean. She yawned and stretched coming fully awake and realized that she had fallen asleep in her clothes. She gazed out the window as the sun rose on the horizon bringing the promise of a beautiful island day. She unpacked her suitcase and decided to start the day with a long bath in the secluded outdoor bath. She undressed and put on one of the large white fluffy robes from the bathroom and went out to the bath and began to fill it. She let the water run over her hand as the tub filled and felt the breeze gently caress her face. She relaxed at the touch and some of her dream filtered back into her mind, the soft touch of lips against hers and the beginnings of a long slow kiss the feeling of fingers ruffling through her hair. The water reached the top and she slipped out of the robe and into the warm water. She leaned back and relaxed as the water surrounded and caressed her skin. She closed her eyes and the dream came to her again, nothing more than the gentle touch of a kiss against her lips and those fingers running through her hair. Then she could feel those lips sliding along her face to her neck and the delicious feel made her body shiver in response to the dream. In the dream the kisses continued across her shoulders and down her chest to lick around and over her breasts. Without thought one of her hands slid down and nestled between her legs. The dream kisses continued on her breasts her nipples growing hard. Her hand and fingers started to rub slowly and her legs fell open wider. In the dream the mouth finally engulfed one hard nipple and sucked on it softly at first but gradually increasing in force and Ingrid began to squirm in the tub her hand moving faster, separating and moving between the soft folds of her lips and finding her throbbing button. Her fingers moved faster as the dream mouth moved to the other breast and began sucking on the other nipple. She groaned the dream felt so real, the lips wrapped around her nipple sucking harder and harder. Her fingers moved faster, her body stiffened then bucked and she exploded with a powerful orgasm that raced through her like a tidal wave. She writhed and moaned as her fingers continued to move bringing aftershock after sweet aftershock until she collapsed back into the water. She leaned her head back and drew in a deep breath shocked at the intensity of the dream and the orgasm that left her tingling in the warm water. She felt her muscles relaxing again and she lay there enjoying the feel of the water on her body, the caress of the gentle breeze and the warmth of the morning sun against her face. She bathed leisurely taking her time and enjoying the play of light across the water in the bath. She rose and wrapped the robe around her and went inside to get dressed. She went to the bedroom to get dressed. She picked out a white tank top, white shorts and sandals. She took some time to explore the bure that would be her home for four more nights. She examined the small but fully stocked kitchen, the very comfortable living room with furniture that invited you to sit and stay a while, a long while, the luxurious bedroom and private bath. Outside there was a private pool, the water warm and beckoning and just a short distance away the beach and the lagoon. She spent the rest of the morning walking the shore, splashing through the warm shallow water. At every step a breeze seemed to follow her almost feeling like fingers softly caressing her skin or running through her hair. Every touch of the breeze brought forth the vague memory of last night's dream at times she found herself very aroused almost in anticipation of the soft caress of the breeze and the scent of the ocean. Ingrid had lunch at the resort's main building and spent the afternoon exploring, browsing through the small island shops with their handcrafted goods, picking up a few trinkets for friends and thank you gifts for her co-workers. All of it was typical tourist junk but she happily bought it anyway just glad to be away and on her own. She stumbled across one small shop tucked off in trees. She would have walked right by it but a strong breeze rang the small chimes hanging by the door just as she was going past. She turned, attracted by the sound, and saw the small shop almost hidden by the buildings. She pushed the beads hanging in the doorway to one side and entered the small shop. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light and found it full of something more than tourist trinkets. She didn't see anyone around but her eyes were drawn to the intricately carved statues competing for space in the small shop. They ranged from very small to almost waist tall. She didn't recognize any of them but as she looked around she seemed drawn to one in particular. Ingrid moved towards it as if it was a magnet. Her hand reached out to it and ran her finger across the blue stone, cool to the touch. It sent an electric thrill through her. "That one is for you" Ingrid jumped startled by the female voice. She turned toward the voice. Almost right behind her stood a very small young woman. "For me?" Ingrid questioned. "Yes, for you. Only those in need of something find their way here" the young woman replied. "You came and found the statue of the wind spirit, you must take it now" "Its beautiful but I can't possibly afford it." "You don't need to afford it. You simply need to take it with you. You found your way here, you found the wind spirit, and it is yours now." With that the young woman picked up the blue stone statue letting the light play across its surface. Ingrid reached out to it letting her fingers trace the cool blue stone again. In the light she could make out the form of the spirit, male from the muscles yet the features were blurred, rounded as if the carver had tried to capture the essence of the wind in motion. Before she realized it the weight of the statue was in her hands and the young woman was ushering her out the door. Ingrid stood breathless outside the shop her head spinning from the quick exit. She gazed at the statue in her hand. Such a beautiful piece and it felt right in her hand, and its color seemed to change in the changing light. Changing light, she realized that the sun was setting slowly into the ocean, the sky turning from blue to pink to purple. She hurried across the resort to the trail leading to her bure, eager to get there before the light faded into darkness. Ingrid took the statue into the bedroom and set it on the nightstand. Changed into her short pajamas and wandered out to the living room. Looking around she went to the wet bar tucked into one corner and inside found a nice bottle of Chardonnay. With a book, a glass of wine and a soft comfortable chair she curled up to unwind from a very pleasant day. The twilight slowly faded into night and gradually the call of the pillows and the large soft bed grew stronger till she could no longer resist. She stood, gathered up her wine glass to set on the bar as she moved to the bedroom. She stretched long and slow and settle down on to the bed. She lay on her side gazing out at the stars through the open window and drifted off to sleep. The sound of the waves and the scent of the ocean lulled her into a deep sleep. As she fell into her deeper sleep the breeze coming through the open window grew stronger circling around the room more certain of itself than the previous night. Softly whirling it paused at the foot of the bed and seemed to take a vague shape. It flowed across the bed, soft tendrils of cool air caressing Ingrid's skin. She sighed and rolled onto her back. Again came the caressing touch and she moaned in pleasure, quite pleased with the dream that was forming in her mind. The breeze's touch flowed across her lips leaving a gentle kiss and then swirled down her body like a living presence. She stirred as it caressed her breasts with its cool touch. It paused a moment letting her settle down again. It continued to flow down her body and paused as it came between the warmth of her legs. Slowly Ingrid started to move, hips beginning to rock as the breeze hovered between her legs. The bed rustled as she writhed, her cry of pleasure escaping into the night. She breathed heavy sigh a smile playing across her lips as her body grew quiet again. The breeze brushed across her lips again, a gentle kiss of air then whirled out through the window leaving only the scent of the ocean behind. The soft light of dawn played across Ingrid's face and slowly she began to wake. Well rested again but hungry yet not for food, for something else. A hunger she had not felt in a while, one she was not even aware she had missed until this moment. She was hungry with arousal and desire, sad that there was no one to share this hunger with her. She stripped off her short pajamas and wrapped the white, fluffy, resort robe around herself and wandered out to the small kitchen. She made herself a light breakfast and took it out by the pool to eat. The still rising sun warmed her face. A breeze curled through her air bringing with it the scent of the ocean. The finger like touch of the breeze and the ocean's scent heightened her sense of arousal. Her nipples grew hard beneath the silkiness of the robe. Without thought her hand untied the robe and spread it open, exposing her breasts to the morning sun and the gentle breeze. She moaned the breeze feeling like a lover's kiss. Last night's dream came to her again, and she could feel the phantom mouth kissing her lips softly. Slowly kissing down her jaw to her neck, a quick hard lick behind her ear which brought forth another moan from her and she started to squirm in the chair. Ingrid shifted and discovered the chair back would recline. She leaned all the way back and the robe parted fully, revealing her to the morning light, exposing her to the almost insistent touch of the morning breeze. Her eyes closed and the phantom mouth continued across her shoulder and then downward. It quickly arrived at her breasts and each was licked and lightly sucked in turn. She moaned again, writhing in the chair, her hips rocking. The dream mouth continued its journey down her body, licking lightly across her ribs and belly. Pausing for a moment to explore her belly button to see how deep it could go. She felt herself swollen and wet, felt the mouth continue its journey to her thighs and her legs spread themselves in anticipation. It wasn't a long wait, the feel of a soft tongue and lips moving across her inner thighs to kiss her lips brought a soft cry of pleasure from her. The dream mouth didn't seem to stop. Light licks and kisses seemed to open her up for this strange dream and the soft wonderful mouth and tongue of her imagination. She writhed, beginning to buck up against the mouth, pushing harder wanting. In the dream the tongue caressed her hard, excited nubbin and she cried out again. Lips wrapped themselves around it and began to suck, softly then with growing force. She was there, her body exploding with the force of her orgasm, the air filled with the sound of her cries of pleasure. She opened her eyes to the morning light again and discovered her hand resting between her thighs. The dream had been so intense that she hadn't realized that her own hands had brought about her pleasure. Ingrid rested for a few minutes slowly coming down from the explosive high of her arousal. She stood and shed the robe to the ground and dived into the pool. She swam back and forth feeling a new found energy within her. She swam letting the dream fade into the back of her mind, letting it rest till she was ready to pull it out and let the fantasy run again. She left the pool and went inside making ready for the rest of the day. A long shower instead of a bath this morning, and some sturdier clothes; hiking shoes, shorts and a light top for today. She rummaged for a moment for the trail map, grabbed her water belt and some light snacks and she was off for the day. The resort really occupied the whole island so it was difficult to get lost but she spent a very pleasant day exploring the paths and private hideaways that she found. There were times throughout her explorations when the breeze would blow and bring with it the scent of the ocean and she would find herself uncontrollably aroused and wanting the dream suddenly in her head making it difficult to keep focused on the trail. In the late afternoon she made her way back to the resort. It had been a wonderful day, to wonderful to cook when someone else could do it for her. Ravenous after her day's activities she applied herself with vigor to the meal brought to heart the resort's restaurant. Then with the day fading into twilight she walked back to the bure. With the light lingering over the lagoon she put on her swim suit, and towel in hand, headed to the beach. A short walk and she was there, diving into the Pacific for the first time. She swam and played in the waves till the twilight had turned almost to night and the first glimmer of stars could be seen on the eastern horizon. She pulled herself reluctantly from the surf and head back to the bure. Into the shower to wash the salt from her body, rubbing lotion deep into her skin to keep it soft and supple, she primped herself. She was leaving the bathroom and paused for a moment she had brought her favorite perfume along just in case and now she reached for it and put it on. There was no reason for it, no one was here to breathe her in and tell her how good she smelled. Yet the soft scent of the jasmine was just what she needed right now, and it seemed like the perfect accent for the green silk pajamas she had on. She spent the rest of the evening curled up in a chair with a glass of wine and a book, just like the night before. It seemed like the perfect ending to her day. In an hour or so the bed and pillows called her again and she answered, nestling down to fall asleep to the ocean waves and scent. Night Breeze Outside the wind was growing stronger, tonight it had the urge to race to and fro to skip across the waves and fly high into the sky. But the call was strong, stronger than the last two nights, strong enough to call out and distract him, attract him. He turned and flew back across the lagoon to the island. He drew close, pulling the scent of the ocean with him and slipped through the open window. There she lay just like the last two nights, yet something was different, he drifted closer and discovered a different scent, something more than just her and the two mixed together was intoxicating. He felt stronger tonight, more solid as the storms brewing out over the ocean grew stronger. He whirled over her to brush his lips across hers, felt her kiss back. He leaned in closer for a longer kiss, her scent filling his mind. A scent so intoxicating that he could feel himself gain substance become more than just the breeze of his natural form. He caressed her with his airy hands, touching lightly, marveling at the warmth and softness of her skin. Wishing he could feel it pressed against his own. He heard the storms howl in the distance still to far away but her scent was driving him wild and he felt himself start to slip from the air, change from the misty creature of the wind to something more substantial. His form became more manlike yet still airy, and soft. He settled down beside her on the bed and then spooned himself to her back. His airy form floated against her and he felt her push back as she found that part of him that had grown more substantial than the rest of him. He felt himself ache with need. She pushed back again, wiggling against him as if trying to seat him against her. His airy hands caressed her warm skin and he gained strength from her warmth. They brushed over her breasts and he could feel how hard her nipples were, he cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed, she seemed to be able to feel his touch as a moan escaped her lips. She reached back with her hand as if searching. She searched for something solid something to hold. Her hand moved lower till she did find something to hold something hard and solid. She stroked it in her sleep and he groaned a sound more like a horn than a voice. He placed his hand on hers and used her hand to pull down her greem silk pajama shorts. She moaned again and pushed back harder against him, seemingly dissatisfied that there wasn't more to push back against. He let his hardness rub against her ass and she moaned again, her legs parting. He ran his fingers down between her thighs and found her wet and swollen. He moved and his hard member slide between her legs and rubbed against her, immediately her hand came down and stroked him and his foghorn voice moaned again like the bass note of an organ. She pushed his hardness down and he shifted his hips sliding down through her wet valley, becoming slick with her desire. He felt the head of his member at the entrance to her, he pushed gently and slowly began to penetrate to fill her with himself. She moaned, long and low as he continued to press forward till he was buried deep inside her. He could feel her move, rocking her hips making him slide in and out of her. She was warm, tight and wet and it had been so long since he had dallied with a human, he had forgotten the pleasures they could bring. He moaned again as she tightened herself around him, surrounding him. He ran his insubstantial hands over her skin touching and caressing, playing with her breasts. Her hips were insistent as if demanding him to fill her more deeply. Her strength was such that he gave into the demands of her body, listened to the awakening demands of his own body and began to thrust deeper and harder into her, no longer caring if she awoke, needing to be more than just a dream in her mind. They thrust at each other, meeting each other and she began to groan louder, her voice turning to little cries of pleasure filling the night. He could no longer contain himself, faster, harder deeper, over and over till he felt his own orgasm rising. He thrust deep and he felt her body go rigid and then explode around him bucking, writhing, and crying out with pleasure as she ground herself against him as her orgasm raced through her body. He exploded as she squeezed down tight around him pumping her full of his airy essence. Their bodies came to a stop, and he yearned to reach an arm around her, to hold her tight, but already he grew insubstantial until once again he was no more than a breath of air in the room. As his form dispersed she rolled over towards him reaching, seeking the source of the dream that had brought so much pleasure this night. He brushed his airy lips across her breasts and then across her lips and slid off into the night. The call of the storm grew and he could no longer deny the urge to run with it across the ocean waves. He slipped out the window a shadow of air leaving her sleeping in the bed a soft smile on her face. Ingrid stirred at dawn, to the scent of the ocean being carried in by a brisk breeze. She shivered a bit as it caressed her when she pulled back the covers. Something seemed different this morning. She went to the window to peer out at the sun rising on the horizon. The light was almost red as it filtered through the clouds. A storm was definitely coming. The breeze brushed her again and instead of disappointment at the coming of the storm she felt an eager anticipation. Larger waves were beginning to crash against the shore and smaller waves were forming in the pool outside the window. She put on her robe and went outside to stand in the wind. It was brisk, enough to make her shiver again yet she felt her body warm. The scent of the sea was even stronger now and the wind seemed to wrap her in it. She opened her robe to feel the wind caress her breasts, her nipples hard and aching. Last night's dream came suddenly to her mind with such force that she stumbled and sat down in the chair. Her hand moved down and completely untied her robe, exposing herself to the red morning light and the wind that seemed to caress her like a lover. She could again feel the kisses on her mouth and breasts as if the wind itself would make love to her. Her body and mind reacted to the dream again, the feel of soft kisses and gentle caresses making her slick and swollen. She touched herself, rubbed her self, the memory coming stronger now. She could feel his hands moving and the heat building. Remembered the moment when she parted her legs and he entered her, slowly, forcefully, making her back arch, her breasts thrusting out at the wonderful sensation of being filled. His hands on her breasts squeezing and pinching her hard nipples, his lips kissing her neck arousing her more and more as he thrust deep inside her. Her hand moved faster now as her dream lover began to pound harder and harder into her from behind. She could feel it building deep inside her. Every time he thrust into her the fire inside her raged higher. Her hand was moving faster now and the wind continued to caress her as if urging her on. Her hips rocked up and she could feel the beginnings of her orgasm, feeling her body beginning to stiffen and writhe. As if in response to her the dream continued full force and she could feel her lover begin to stiffen in turn. Could feel that moment when his body went rigid driving himself even deeper into her, the sudden lunge of his cock as he filled her with his essence, jet after jet shooting deep inside her. She cried out over taken by her own orgasm suddenly thundering through her body. Her dream lover continued to pump into her filling her and her hand kept moving extending her orgasm and its aftershocks for what seemed like an eternity. Ingrid went limp and opened her eyes, feeling the wind continue to caress her. She felt warm and comfortable in the deck chaired, bathed by the reddish glow of the sun now higher in the sky. She could see the storm coming clearly now, felt the wind rising higher. Yet while things around her began to pick up and blow around she seemed to be protected like she was lying in the eye of a storm. She lay there relaxing in the moment, enjoying the aftermath when she thought she heard a voice, a welcome voice. It was if the wind itself was speaking to her, she strained to understand but try as she might she could not understand it. She could only make out two words; storm and tonight. Even as she strained to hear more the wind changed and suddenly she was buffeted her circle of protection gone. She grabbed the now billowing robe and raced inside. Several hours later the first few raindrops began to fall. The rain and wind buffeted the bure the rest of the morning yet there was no sadness being stuck in all day. Rather she had a heightened sense of anticipation. She made a light breakfast and spent the morning trying to read. Yet her gaze was always drawn to the window to watch the storm as it gathered its strength. She had never really come down from her sexual high in the morning and watching the storm heightened her sense of arousal. She took a long hot bath while the rain pounded on the ceiling above her. She soaked a long time just floating in the warm water, trying to calm herself. Eventually feeling like a prune she left the water and dried herself off. Wrapped her self in the robe and made a light lunch. She could tell that the wind had picked up blowing stronger. She stood at the window watching it play with the waves in the lagoon and whipping the water from the pool across the window. She went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. She looked at the statue of the wind spirit and reached out to touch it. It no longer felt cool to the touch, now it was warm, very warm and the eyes seem to be glowing. She picked it and held it in her lap while she touched it. It felt almost alive in her hands and she felt herself growing more excited, something was going to happen she could feel it now, a presence growing stronger even as she touched the statue. She stood and picked out her clothes, the single nice dress that she had brought with her, the light blue bra and panties. She went back into the bathroom and primped, she wanted to look her best. Her last touch was the jasmine perfume, neck, ankle, wrist and the valley between her breasts. She wandered back out to the kitchen, she hadn't realized how long she had taken to get ready and how hungry she was. A bottle of wine was retrieved from the bar and a light dinner went with it. She went slowly enjoying the food, savoring the wine, something would be different tonight and she needed the memory of this day. Ingrid hungered. Her belly was filled with just the right amount of food and wine and she hungered. She was slick and swollen and ready for someone, for him. The waiting, the anticipation was heightening her desire. Outside the wind had grown stronger and it only heightened her arousal. The sound changed, something subtle in the way the wind blew around the outside of the bure, like it was no longer trying to blow it away but to make it a sanctuary. She peered out the window but could see nothing. The sky had grown dark from the storm and the sun sinking to the horizon. No twilight tonight, just the storm. The wind change became insistent as if asking her to be let in, like an insistent knock. She had the statue in her hands, not even knowing when she had picked it up like it had always been there. She looked closely at it and the eyes drew her gaze, they were golden now, warm and inviting, asking her to let him in. She reached for the window and the wind streaked in, wrapping itself around her, surrounding her in the scent of the ocean and its gentle caress. She felt it move to the middle of the room, watched as it swirled around and around like a dervish slowly becoming visible, slowly taking form, until there was no longer the wind but the image from which the statue had been carved. His skin was slightly blue and his hair was white streaked with yellow as if it had been kissed by the moon and the sun. His eyes were gold, warm and inviting and he smiled at her as she gazed at him, standing naked in the center of the bure. He held is arms out to her, beckoned her to come to him. She did without reluctance, without hurry, moving as only a woman sure of her own effect on a male can move. She smiled at him her effect on him clearly visible. They came together in the center of the bure and instantly she was all over him. All of the kisses she had dreamed about the last three nights becoming real fighting for priority of place as she kissed him, rapidly and clumsily, now. Her hands were busy hungry to touch him, all of him. He was restraining himself, but she felt the effort that this was costing him, letting her explore him. She touched something, something that released him to be free to explore her in return as she took him in her hands and stroked the hard length. His hands caressed her back, finding bare skin beneath her clothes, finding hooks and maker her bare also. Their skin was hot where they touched their perspiration letting them slide together, rub together, as the night air filled with their moans. With strength born of lust she pushed into the bedroom, tumbled him back and pushed him to the bed. His cock was hard and rampant waiting for her. He was long, like the rest of his lean body. She kissed it and let her hands run up and down his legs and up across his chest, over and over in small circles as she took him with her mouth, relishing the throbbing length, every hint of the taste of him. He was gasping and pulling at her long blonde hair, running his fingers through it marveling in the texture. Not holding her though, letting her stay free to use her mouth as she desired. She wanted to milk him dry to swallow everything that he could give her. Then she thought of how much she wanted him inside her, but he tasted so good, tasted of the wind and the sea. It had to happen, she had to taste him and she took him deep in her mouth sucking hard as she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock. On this wondrous night she somehow knew that there was plenty for him to give. She continued to suck, to run her tongue lovingly over the sensitive skin, her hands explored him more, caressing, stroking and she could hear him moan, like a foghorn in the distance, could feel his hands gently pulling her hair. He began to stiffen as she sucked, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. She felt his hands tighten in her hair, felt him finally hold her as he thrust his cock deep in her mouth, shooting his essence into her mouth, down her throat, so much that it leaked out from her mouth and ran down her chin. She felt him growing soft and kissed him gently in thanks. Then he was pulling her up, pulling her to his chest and his lips were on hers, his tongue diving deep into her mouth with kiss so full of passion she shivered and wiggled herself on top of him, feeling his hard muscled body under her for the first time. His hands were on her ass pushing her higher, wanting her wetness to his tongue. She helped, crawled up and straddled his face, felt his hands on her ass squeezing her even as he pulled her down to his waiting tongue. His fingers found her first, parting her delicately in a single stroke. She heard her shuddering gasp as he touch and exposed the sensitive inner lips and whimpered. Then he pulled her down to him and his tongue stabbed deep. She heard a woman cry out and realized it was her. Tears were streaming from her, tears of unbearable arousal, and he was showing no mercy, He knew how to pleasure her knew all her secret places and used them all against her. His tongue swirled around her sensitive nub, and she arched her back, sitting heavily on him this time. She was totally exposed. He stroked her and stabbed deep with his tongue, again and again, like a sensitive tendril of cock. It grew too much, she felt the trip-hammer explosion building and then suddenly she was there. She had no time to prepare, or even to draw a breath. A cry erupted from her, sensation so pure it was almost painful, and she sensed it echoing across the lagoon, and did not care. But that was only the first and the damp fire still burned within her. She slid back down him and mounted him. He slipped into her easily, she was incredibly excited and he held still as she impaled herself on his rigid member. She paused for a moment getting used to the feel and size of him inside her.Then she seized both his hands and pressed them to his chest, and rode him frantically, heavily. She knew she was being noisy and did not care. He was smiling up at her, in wonder, excitement showing in his golden eyes. She was demanding, insistent for him to spill him self inside her. He could not bear to be passive any longer. He twisted and they rolled. He lifted her legs high and then slammed into her with gentle force. Her head tossed upon the pillow. She was wild and abandoned and tamed and caught and as happy as she had ever been. He was more imaginative and more visceral than she had thought possible. He slowed, and lifted one leg high, nipped her Achilles tendon, nibbled gently on the sole of her foot. He bent forward and watched as his long hard cock plunged and probed. He felt his own large, adamant presence deep inside her small welcoming softness. He grasped her hands and held them above her head. He bent and kissed nipple, breast, and rib. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the palm, his tongue flickering, his mouth seeming to taste the soft and surprisingly erotic flesh on the inside of her wrist. Again he looked down, seeing himself disappearing into her, seeing the tumult he caused in her belly with his intrusion. She looked into his eyes as he looked up, knowing what he saw, and gasping at what he felt. The pleasure had never been as deep as now. He took her hand and brought it down to her own belly, to her pussy, demanding that she feel him as he stroked into her body. His probing cock was vague sensation on the soft inner flesh of her wrist as she complied. He pressed down so that they could both feel it. She could feel the slight tension and changing in her belly, writhing around the intruder inside her. She touched her self, and felt him there, felt his hardness so powerful within her. He pressed her, his long hand insistent as she complied. She felt him, slippery, plowing into her. She was wide spread and stretched for him, and terribly exposed to her own fingers. When her fingers touched her most sensitive spot, she was caught off-guard with another sharp little orgasm that had been building and yet seemed to come from no where. He fell flat, crushing her, she fought her hands and free and raked her nails gently over his back, and felt his control slip as she touched that broad surface. He claimed her lips and sucked the breath from her lungs, making her gasp again as she fought for breath. He grew tender, and kissed her face, her lips, her eyelids, and the line of her jaw. He put a finger to her chin and turned her head, kissed her ear in the way that drove her into a frenzy. He breathed warm again there and she moaned. All the while, gently, relentlessly, his hips continued to move, as did hers, a perfect harmony of movement between them. He was there, she had him, he was inside her, he was hers and she was his, and nothing and nobody else mattered. They wanted it to last forever. They made it as long as their vigor and their mutual desire would permit. There was too much pent up between them, too much need for release in the other. She was caught in an approaching orgasm when she felt his body stiffen and knew that he was past the point of no return. She gloried in the knowledge and rose to meet him, hips bucking and her own orgasm rising, faster and surer now. She heard the despairing moan he made when he knew he could no longer hold back. When all there was to do was to give into the demands of her body. She wrapped her legs around him and for a curious moment, drummed her heels, and then it was happening for both of them. She heard his male roar and her own soprano cry as he splashed inside her. She swore she knew it, and could feel the hot fluid filling her. What do doctors know about such things? She laughed at the thought, and with the sheer joy of the moment, and stroked the side of his face as he shuddered. He subsided slowly, while she felt her nipples harden to painful intensity in post-orgasmic tautness. She linked her hands behind his back and held him close. They kissed, very tenderly, feeling the perspiration cool and dry on their heated skins. They were quiet for a long time. Eventually, he grew heavy, and she uncomfortable. He rolled to one side and pulled her to him, resting her head on his chest as they settled on top of the covers. Night Breeze She was surprised to find that she had been asleep. She was not surprised to find that she was deeply aroused again, or was it still? He was rock hard and pressing up behind her. His hand was absently stroking over the sensitive flesh of her belly. She moved to turn towards him and got halfway. He was asleep or dreaming she realized. There was a randomness to his touch and a feel to his body that spoke of slumber and uncontrolled reverie. He spoke her name, "Ingrid" for the first time, his voice sounded like a deep bass horn. He was dreaming of her. She felt him nudging at her, his long cock probing at her pussy. She felt a damp flame of renewed hunger for him. She shifted slightly and he parted her and slipped in. She was slick with her juices and his. What had she been dreaming? What was he dreaming? It must be nice, because part of it was happening and she wriggled slightly taking him deeper as his hands fluttered over her belly, her breasts. He began to arch and push deeper into her, very slow movements, the slow-motion thrashing of a dreaming man. It was glorious and he was so hard again. So far inside her! "Oh Ingrid" he said again, loudly and distinctly, his hips moving in tiny thrusts, slipping in her so easily. He was very deep inside her now, and she found she was making little excited gasping noises at each of his tiny thrusts. She must never have come down from that last orgasmic high, to be like this! She felt half-drugged by sex and sleep and renewed sexual arousal and penetration. She couldn't have measured how awake she as, but she felt as sensual and cooperative as she ever had in her life. His hand fluttered on her belly some more. He was still asleep, truly! His hips were growing more active. Darinly, she took his hand lower across her belly to her pussy, to find the tiny nub. For a moment, his hand lay there, a sleeping part of the sleeping man touching a very awake part of a sleepy, highly aroused woman. Then the fingers seemed to take on an intelligence all their own. She gasped as he found the place and a moment later she sensed he was awake. "Don't stop!" she gasped, flushing in the darkness at her own need and desperation to have him and have her self still held, still penetrated. It was frightening to be so helplessly, aroused, so frantic for what was happening to continue. Continue it did. For what seemed like forever. They were both past the initial explosion now and now were able to take all the time they wanted. He felt his orgasm rising and unexpectedly pulled her on top of him. His belly was to her back, his hands stroking her belly and caressing her pussy. He pressed his hand down on her belly to feel him inside her and she gasped again. The skin of her belly was sensitive now he was giving her something new, something so completely visceral that she was dually aware of his penetration. Never more confused about where he ended and she began. He stroked her breasts and ribs, and she was writhing, a thing of passion, her ass dancing on him, making it happen for both of them. When she screamed she fell to one side and he rolled with her, his hands relentless and controlling, while his hips grew harsh as he pounded into her from behind. She felt and knew that change in him, when he started to cum and a second orgasm suddenly leapt from the first, taking her higher and she bit the pillow as she screamed again. He fell against pushing her down in to the bed into the pillows as he filled her again a jets of cum splashing inside her. He kissed the back of her neck making her shiver. They lay that way for a moment relishing the feel of skin against skin. Then he rolled to one side and on to his back, pulling her with him so her head rested on his chest again. She listened to the thud of his heart and ran her hand across his chest and belly, marveling at the slightly blue cast of his skin. She grew drowsy again, satisfied in body and spirit as she wrapped her arm around him. There was a change outside. The sound of the wind that had been with them through out the night was beginning to die as the storm drew off. She was suddenly sensitive to the imminent arrival of the sun on the eastern horizon. He gently moved her and stood by the edge of the bed. In his hand he held the statue. He stared down her with those golden eyes, eyes that held her's, that promised her. He laid the statue on the bed in the spot where he had lain, she felt a breeze in the room, saw him grow insubstantial before her eyes. He held his hand out to her, again giving that promise with his eyes. She hesitated for a moment thinking of others who might wonder, but the gloriousness of their joining over powered all other fears and she reached for his hand even as his form began to disperse into the breeze from whence he had came. For a moment she thought it was to late that she had lost him, but then she felt herself grow light, lighter than the air and she was the air, the breeze that brought the coming of the dawn. Together they flew around the room, twisting and turning intertwining with each other glorifying in her freedom from the bonds of flesh. As the sun rose higher a young woman approached the bure. Quietly she moved down the path so that nobody was disturbed. She paused at the door to the bure and looked inside. She could see no one although some loose paper was flying about the room as if a wind was trapped inside. She opened the door and a strong breeze blew by her. It wasn't a cold breeze it felt warm against her skin and filled her with the fresh scent of the ocean and jasmine mingled together. Inside the living room she found the woman's clothes on the floor as if casually thrown about. She moved to the bedroom. Now she found something interesting a bed disheveled from a long night and playful night. The air was heavy with the scent of the ocean and jasmine again. She moved closer and pulled the covers back and found the wind spirit statue. It had changed though, now instead of a single form there were two entwined together as lovers. The young shop woman smiled someone had, indeed, found what she was looking for.