4 comments/ 9474 views/ 2 favorites Moonlight Walk By: n_sue The dream is the same, always the same. Ginny finds herself walking along a lovely beach; the moon and stars shine brightly over her. The sounds of the waves hitting the sand are playing a soft natural music in her ears. Sea gulls flying overhead making sounds of the wild intensify the wonderful mystery of the night. As she walks she feels the presence of the man. He is strong, he is male and he is at her side. The two of them walk along the shore in the majestic night. There is wonder and awe around them, they feel the heart and soul of the other and into the marvelous night of lovers they walk. Ginny can feel his touch; she can feel the warmth of his hand in her own. She feels the fire burning deeply within her body and soul for this man, but she has never seen his face. Amazement fills her as the inferno of feelings consumes her. Unaware of time, they walk together along the sandy, moonlit beach. The two lovers beginning a journey of souls and a touching of hearts. Warm breezes blowing in from the ocean touches their skin. Twinkling stars and the glorious light of the full moon lights their sandy path. Gentle licking, waves tickle their feet and ankles as they walk together. He is tall, towering above her small frame, and yet she feels no apprehension or fear. His body amazes her, the strong hand gripping hers lightly, so much power and gentleness combined in the grasp. With him she feels secure and safe and above all desirable and feminine. Ginny is aware of the pull of a feeling as old as time and as natural as the moon and stars in the heavens. Slowly he walks in front of her to gaze upon her. She stands in front of him for his searching eyes as proudly as any Greek goddess, for in truth she is a goddess. She is woman, feminine, strong and resilient. Ginny has always felt this man; she has always been connected to him, heart and soul. She knows that at last she has found her mate. The man that has eluded her for her entire life is now standing before her. She is Eve, he is Adam. He stands proudly, watching the changing emotions upon her face. In her beauty he sees the woman she was; is and forever will be. He gazes deeply into her warm brown eyes and catches a glimpse of the girl still alive within her. In the depth of her souls windows, he senses longing, desire and a passion burning so brightly that is causes him to lose his breath. He also senses a great pain, years of immense loss and burdens. Through the pain and despair she has grown into the woman standing so beautifully before him. His heart and mind long to ease the suffering she allows him to see for a mere second. Ginny has felt the connection to this man all of her life. She knew that one day she would find him. Their energies have been searching for each other over time and space. Her fear was that she would not recognize him when he entered her life. The fear was groundless because the instant she looked up into his eyes she knew. She was born to know him and he was born to know her. Their destiny is entwined within each other. Her body is alive with a fire that will never be quenched and she trembles slightly as he takes his time observing her. One uncertainty fills her mind; she hesitates to look too deeply into his eyes. Ginny does not want to lose herself, and if she gazes into the depths of the man, her heart tells her she will surely be lost. As she raises her eyes to look upon him, she realizes that for the first time in all her years of dreaming, she can finally see his face. Ginny isn't aware when his wonderful face became visible to her. She is reeling in amazement at the discovery. Reaching her small hand up to touch his cheek, she can see the astounding blue of his eyes. Warmth and desire radiates from them. They hold each others gazes for just a short moment, because the intensity of their feelings will send them into an inferno, otherwise. Neither of them is ready to share the depth of their souls. They met only once in life. A weekend of passion and bliss, their minds touched and their souls connected before their bodies. Through endless conversations the two became friends; linked over a great distance to each other. Evenings spent together learning and listening, added to the tie that binds them. Ginny hoped for a meeting for months and when it happened her ecstasy was proven. Lovers, in mind became lovers in body, and although their time was short their passion was intense. The universe warred with them and against them and they did not have their moonlight walk upon the beach. Each night in her dreams she found him, finally glimpsing his face on this night. Bringing into focus all the desires of her heart and soul, Ginny found her soul mate at last. He knows her as no man has ever known her; he has touched her mind, her heart and her core. Sensuality, passion, fortitude, strength of character and certain innocence greet his amazing blue eyes when he looks at her face. She is the woman of his dreams also and in his heart he understands that the two of them were destined to meet. They will soar upon the wings of majestic eagles tonight and his body tightens with the thought of possessing her. Warm ocean breezes lightly flow over their skin and Ginny's hair moves around her lovely face. He catches the tantalizing scent of her and it tempts him to touch her. Woman in all her glory, there is no need for perfume; she is pure, heavenly in her essence. In reality their time together was short, short but heavenly. Together they walked in the sand, under the sun. Playing together as children in the sea, they became a pair. Their passion and tenderness was new and binding. Brief moments and light touches starting a fire that will consume them. The two lovers shared the beach, the waves and the sun, briefly. Together in their room they shared ecstasy of the natural kind. Their bodies seeking and pleasing each other; finding the keys to passion they secluded themselves. Talking, touching, tasting. Want, need and desire filled their short moments. Time stealing away from them ever so quietly; the magic of their passion flickering, burning, but never extinguishing. They were reaching heights that neither had ever traveled through Fire and Flames. In her dream, Ginny reaches for him and he is there. Her hands trace the outline of his warm face and she walks quietly into the strength of his arms. He embraces her as he would hold a fine piece of china. Gently, soothingly his hands caress her back. His fingers run easily over her shoulders, neck, her back again and her buttocks. Pulling her willing body closer to him; she is aware of his need for her, pressing firmly into her body, and she is thrilled at the power she feels as a woman. Their dance is ageless as the moon and stars shine in the heavens. Their feelings are timeless as their hearts pick up the tune of passion. Each of their hearts was beating in time to the other. He bends to place his mouth to her neck and taste the warm skin she offers him so easily. His lips touch and he tastes the slight salt of the ocean breeze that washes over them. Shudders of pure delight run races across her skin as his lips and mouth taste her skin. Ginny folds herself tightly into his arms and feels the strength of his embrace. Her hands move seductively upon his back and shoulders and she hears a deep sigh rise from his throat. As the moon and stars shine above them and the sea flows softly around their feet, Ginny and Randy touch. Their hands cannot be still. They have found each other at last and there are years of searching to make up for in the small space of a dream. The fire in his embrace threatens to consume her as he tenderly touches her body. He is in a heaven also as he feels the warmth of her skin. She is pliant, willing and feminine under his touch. Ginny is ablaze with desire for him and it is evident in her hands as she returns Randy's touch. She can feel the muscles contract under her light, seeking strokes. In her mind she prays the dream will never end. She is finally with the man who has haunted her nights her entire life and she wants it to go on forever. Ginny was no longer one person alone, she was part of two now and felt complete. Ginny was melting into Randy. Never in her life had any mans soft touch made her feel so loved, desired and beautiful. He was above the ranking of a mere man, he was her Adonis, he was her future, past and present. He was her love, lover and life. The magnitude of the feelings she felt was enormous; no one had ever touched her soul so deeply. The flames of passion and desire threatened to consume them both under the moon. Randy gently pulled her to the sand below them. Together they sat and gazed at each other as the stars twinkled in the Heavens. He slipped his hands under the straps of her gown and lowered them to expose her full, ripe breasts. His eyes took her in. She was lovely, and feminine. His mouth longed to taste the bounty of her, and he did. His lips went first to her neck and placed warm, gentle kisses there. But this was not enough for him; he wanted to taste the soft flesh of her breasts. He wanted this entire woman, she was his Aphrodite. Ginny felt the flames, her body was on fire, and her heart was full of the love and passion she had been missing. Randy was the man her dreams had brought to her every night; and she would not hold her body, mind or soul back. She would allow her feelings to fly free on the moonlight breeze which caressed her skin. Deep within her mind she knew Randy would make her cry, tears of passion, release and love. Cleansing tears, she had been longing to cry her entire womanhood. Randy could feel the desire building within Ginny as his mouth worshipped her breasts. He ran his tongue around the tight nipple he had pulled gently within his mouth. He felt as well as heard the intake of breath that issued from her body. He could feel the mounting passion within his body as he tasted the sweetness of her. He had been searching for Ginny his total life also. She was the allusive woman of his dreams; she was the one he always looked for in the crowds of people running through his day. Her voice was the one his ears longed to hear, her body was the one he longed to touch, her heart was the one he longed to possess. Their love was new, but it was ageless also. They were together at last under the moon and stars that brought them together every night in her dreams. Their passion soared with the eagles, swam upon the backs of the dolphins and gave life to the enormity of their love. Fire and flames consumed Ginny as Randy continued his tender assault upon her breasts; her hands went to his face to draw his lips and mouth closer. She arched her eager body into his embrace longing to be closer to him in all possible ways. Randy was astonished by the feelings racing through his mind and body. He could not have imagined that making love to any woman could have completed him as Ginny did. The lover's hands were not still for a second. They could not begin to touch each other enough. There was not sufficient time in the world for them to fully touch their flame scorched bodies. Randy ran his eager hands down her sides, over her stomach as his mouth continued to adore her breasts. Ginny felt the tide mounting within her center as Randy took control of her body. Her hands felt the searing skin of his chest, arms and legs as they lay together touching. Her lips found his skin on his chest and placed tender kisses there. She could feel the reaction of his body as her lips lightly kissed him and the sounds of passion issuing from him made her heart soar. Randy's fingers lightly traced the pattern of her skin moving lower to the nucleus of her femaleness. When his fingers found her clitoris her body was racked with shudders and Randy felt the power of passion and desire envelop his entire being. Touching her was a journey of the heart and soul. This woman completed him. Ginny felt the flames burning within her body and soul as his fingers gently stroked her. She felt the building of a need stronger than eternity. She moaned and writhed under his fingers and mouth and knew the moment of pure ecstasy was close. The heavens were opening to her and the mounting of desires flames was consuming her. Randy slowly pulled his eager mouth from her breast so that he could watch the expressions upon her face as the climax took her. He knew the fire was claiming her and he intensely craved the sight of her desire upon her face and body. Ginny knew helpless moments of pure rapture as his fingers claimed her, touching and stroking her as no one had ever done. In a single second she felt the flames torch her body as his fingers demanded the passion from her. She exploded in sensation as the climax claimed her. Her eyes flew to his face and saw the amazing look of love there, as his fingers pulled every ounce of pleasure from her heat filled body. Ginny smiled into his eyes and knew the ecstasy of loves glance. Randy desired her as he had no other woman and under the starlit night he moved slowly to cover her body with his own. His eyes never left hers and Ginny's soft sighs of pleasure spurred his craving to feel her wrapped around him. As he moved to enter her receptively warm body, Ginny wrapped her legs around his long hard body. The moment has arrived at last for the lovers to feel the desire that has been dreamed of for so long. Ginny's hands moved to his chest and her eyes never left his face as he claimed dominion over her body. His entrance into her sends sparks of flames shooting through her and they climb the mountain of need together. Their bodies moved in time with each other and the sounds and smells of passion surrounded their senses. Randy felt the constrictions of her all around him and it was the headiest moment he had ever known. The sensation of timeless ritual took the two lovers to worlds far beyond mortal reigns. Their bodies left the limits of earth, time and space. They are one. Riding the flames of ecstasy together has bound them with chains of love. Moments, hours, the lovers are not aware of time as their bodies joined together on loves first journey. The waves beat gently upon the shore, the light of the moon and stars covered their glistening bodies as the rapture of passion exploded upon them. Together they claimed the gift of the Gods given to man and woman to bind them. They exploded within and around each other and breathed in each others hearts. Ecstasy shattered them as they lay together on the warm sand, their bodies entwined. No words were necessary for the lovers as their hearts were speaking all that needed to be said. Salt breezes blew over them and cooled their bodies as the twinkling heavens shone down upon them. Timeless, ageless they found Love. The dream ends. Ginny cried. * Note from Sue: This story is dedicated to my dear friend Ginny. These two lovers found each other after many years of searching and unfortunately were not able to spend but a short amount of time together. Randy watches over you Ginny from above and will be with you always. I love you my friend. Moonlight Walk Standing on the white sand of the beach her bare toes buried in the thick softness, she watched the tide coming in. The moon was rising on the eastern horizon, the glowing orb coating everything in a pearlescent light. It reflected off the water, soft rays of moonlight dappling her bare skin covering her in a camouflage of shadows. She sat down; drawing her knees up to her chest she closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the waves as they broke on the shoreline. Her long black hair fell down her back, gleaming even darker in the moonlight. Tilting her head to the side she untied the knot in her white halter top, letting it fall down and then lifting it off over her head. Soon her blue wrap around skirt had followed her top to the sand and she was standing again, Venus newly born from the waves. She walked down towards the water, toying with it along the edge of the beach and then walked in deeper. She let the waves crash against her body, the warm water caressing her body like a lover. She walked into the next wave, letting it crash over her head, emerging dripping. She wiped her hair out of her eyes and walked out farther, all that was visible now was her head, and against the black backdrop of the night sky it was barely visible at all. He walked along the beach, sandals dangling from his long fingers. His eyes, accustomed to nighttime strolls on the beach, easily picked out where to step. He walked further back along the edge beach, a dark silhouette against the rocks. He absorbed the moonlight, a shadow in the night. The pieces of driftwood that littered the beach gleamed eerily, their shapes morphed into chimerical beasts that lived only on this night. To him the whole night seemed slightly fantastic, like something out of a fairy tale. Turning he looked offshore, his eyes wandering the familiar vista. Then he saw her. She rose from the water, a goddess from the sea, the water clinging to her body like diamonds. The moonlight made her luminous, and his eyes wandered her lush body. She was full figured, her breasts large and slightly pendulous. Her stomach was rounded, and her legs were well shaped, but even at a distance he could tell they were thick. She sat on the sand, her legs stretched out in front of her. She leaned back and stared up at the night sky, one leg bent and the other tucked under at the ankle. Her breasts fell to either side, looking like plump melons, and she absently stroked a finger over a nipple. A cool breeze blew across the sand and he crept closer, staying hidden in the shadows along the rocks. Lost in her contemplation of the stars there was no chance she would ever know he was there. He was slightly above her on the beach, and off to the side, in an almost perfect position to watch her. His eyes wandered hungrily over her naked beauty, admiring her voluptuous figure. Her fingers pinched a nipple, rolling it, stretching it, teasing it, and at the same time she teased herself, she teased him. Her gaze traveled down her lush form and she slipped her other hand down between her thighs. At first he couldn't see, although he knew what she was doing, but then her knee fell to the side and she was opened for him. Her fingers parted the lips of her pussy and her middle finger lazily circled her clit. She had switched nipples on the top and was now teasing the other one. His cock was throbbing in his shorts, hard and anxious. Reaching down he unbuttoned them and began stroking himself, his hand sliding up and down his cock, unconsciously matching the rhythm that the mystery woman had set for herself. He watched her as her breathing quickened and her skin began to flush. Her fingers were alternating between rubbing her enlarged clit and fucking her apparently tight pussy. He noticed that she never used more then two fingers, and even two fingers seemed to be a slight stretch for her. He was momentarily caught off guard when she turned and picked something up from beside her. He took advantage of the momentary pause to improve his viewing position and when she turned back, he smiled widely. It was a curved dildo. He couldn't make out exactly what it looked like, but the light caught it well enough he knew it was glass. She slid it deep and began to fuck herself slowly. His hand wrapped a bit tighter around the shaft of his pulsating cock as he stroked himself, imagining that it was he inside of her. Just then she threw back her head, her long hair, which had been masking one of her beautiful breasts, fell back exposing all to his view. She licked two fingers, sucking them almost like she was imagining a hard dick in their place, and then they were on her clit. She fucked herself in a steady rhythm, but as she began to become more aroused, it quickened, and soon she was stroking herself with fervor. He was close to cumming as well. The precum dripping from the head of his cock was lubricating his strokes and he quickened with her. Unable to stop himself he let out a low moan. Stopping, she looked around, her eyes scanning her surroundings, and then deciding it was her imagination she continued her self-pleasuring. The closer she came the louder her moans became, and as he watched, her body bowed on the beach, her hips rising to meet the thrust of the simulated cock, her fingers twisting her nipples, and rubbing feverishly at her clit. With a last long throaty moan she settled on the beach, laying her toy to the side. Looking down, he grimaced; his shorts were stained with thick white cum, evidence of his voyeuristic excursion. Eventually the woman clothed herself, and tucked everything away and then, resuming his walk, he came upon her. "Good evening," he said, his voice low and sexy, "It's a lovely night." "Yes it is," her voice danced across his nerves, teasing him like the breeze teased the sand. "I haven't seen you here before, do you live near here?" he couldn't contain his curiosity. "I'm vacationing. This is a lovely island as are its people" she looked at him, her eyes meeting his with a flirtatious glint. His eyes meant hers and recognizing her look he drew his fingers up her arm and touched her shoulder, he leaned in and whispered "Ah but even the loveliness of a goddess could not compare to yours." She tilted her head to the side and looked at him, her eyes an indiscernible color in the early moonlight. She raised her hand and laid the back of it against the firm line of his jaw, "You flatter me," her lips raised to her fingers and pressed a teasing kiss against his smooth skin, "but I won't complain." She laughed then, lowly. Her voice husky with recent desire she said "It's not everyday a woman sees a man with bravery to come to her after he's already watched the show." She looked at him then, her eyes meeting his, challenging him to deny her accusation. A slow grin spread across his handsome face. He turned his head and kissed the inside of her wrist, his eyes warming under her gaze. He dragged his fingertips across her collarbone, touching her ever so lightly. "It is not everyday that a man catches a woman nude on his beach either. I had to watch, if only to make sure you didn't need any help." It was his turn to challenge her, and when he saw her slow smile he knew he had chosen the right path. "A woman could always use the help of a good man, even when it doesn't look like it." She let her fingertips roam over his mouth, gently pressing against his full bottom lip. She brought herself to her knees and followed suit with her tongue. At first she barely kissed him, her breath and the light touch of her lips a teasing advance. Soon she grew bolder, her tongue flicking out to touch his top lip before she pressed her mouth fully to his, her fingers pressed to his thigh. He felt himself begin to stir again, and he ran his fingers through her long hair, reveling in the feeling of the silky softness. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her down on top of him on the sand, his tongue now doing the exploring. He heard her gasp as his tongue slid into her mouth. She tasted of the sea and her mouth was a haven for his wandering tongue. Her fingers traced down the strong lines of his neck, wandering over his shoulder and down his arm to twine with his free hand. She pulled back and looked at him, her hair mussed and her eyes slightly glazed. His fingers wandered to the tie on her halter and he pulled, the knot coming undone easily. He pressed her back into the sand, peeling her top down to admire at close range her voluptuous breasts. The nipples, two hard little buttons, begged for the attention of his tongue. Never one to resist begging he swirled his tongue around the left one, taking it deep into his mouth. She moaned softly and laid a hand on his head, holding him to her. He playfully nipped her nipple and then moved to the other one, flicking his tongue lightly over it in a teasing fashion. His hand wandered down to her legs, and he pushed her skirt upwards till it was bunched around her thighs. His mouth alternated between her nipples as his fingers found his way to the quivering flesh she had been stroking just moments before he'd arrived on the scene. His fingers traced the path up to her budded clit, where he rubbed teasingly before slipping two fingers deep into her hungry pussy. He adjusted his hand, leaving his thumb resting on her clit as he fucked her with his fingers, his mouth still at work on her nipples. She writhed beneath him on the sand, her gasps and moans permeating the night air. He had no worries though, for this was his own private beach. He pulled her forward and kissed her thoroughly, his tongue once more delving into the secret recesses of her mouth and then he pulled back briefly, to slide her halter over her head. He buried his face in her neck and smelled the sweet smell of the sea in her hair. Nibbling and kissing his way, he traveled down her body, arousing every inch of skin along the way. His fingers teased her inner thighs and then went to work on the knot of her skirt. He untied it and opened the skirt, laying her body completely bare to him. He gazed down at her shaved pussy and without a word buried his head between her thighs. His tongue quickly found her clit and as he licked her she moaned loudly, her head tossing from side to side.He pulled back and smiled down at her devilishly. "Where did you put it?" She looked up at him and blushed, her hand reaching into the bag next to her discarded top and handing him a pink velour pouch. He reached inside the pouch and took out the dildo. He could see now that one end of it had swirls, and one had bumps. He trailed it between her breasts and down over her stomach, and paused to rub it against her clit. She arched against him, her hips rising to press closer to the teasing pressure. He buried it in her pussy and went back to tonguing her. The swirling, flicking motion of his tongue matched the motion of his skilled fucking. Soon she was moaning uncontrollably as one after another he rode her to the brink. The waves crashing on the shore mirrored the waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Satisfied he had seen to her pleasure, he stood up and quickly discarded his clothes. She rose to her knee and ran her fingers gently down the length of his cock. She looked up at him and followed her fingers with the slide of her tongue. Swirling her tongue around the tip of his throbbing cock she began to suck him. He was so long and thick that he barely fit into her mouth, but she maintained a rhythm using her hand. Her tongue drew swirling lines around his member on each upstroke, flicking across the head on the way down. He buried his hand in her hair and stroked it softly. His caressing words floated down to her on the breeze. "That's it baby, yes...yes....ooo god suck it" It was now his moans that filled the air and her nipples puckered harder as a cool breeze blew in from the sea. He pumped his hips, his dick sliding deeper into her throat. He heard her gag, but she kept going, her tongue amazing him with its dexterity. She tasted the drops of pre-cum on the head before he pushed her away. Pulling her up, he kissed her, pressing himself to her, his hands roving over every piece of available skin. He pushed her down on her skirt, coming quickly down to cover her. He plunged into her, his thick dark cock sliding into her slick pink pussy. She wrapped her legs around him and arched against him, holding him tight inside her. They moved together seamlessly, as if they'd been lovers forever. His body instinctually giving her what she needed. He pulled back and lifted her legs to his shoulders before driving into her again. Slowly, so as not to hurt her, he fucked her, her eyes were closed and she was practically panting. The smooth controlled motions of his loving keeping her right at the edge. She moved restlessly beneath him, her whispered plea making him smile. He slid her legs down his arms, spreading her wide and holding them at elbow level. He drove into her, harder and faster, and she cried out, her pussy clenching tightly around him. The sudden clenching of her pulsating climax drew him over the edge and he moaned low in his throat as he thrust into her hard and came. He didn't move for a long moment, and neither did she. His face pressed into her shoulder. He pushed off her and looked down, her skin was flushed from their intense loving. "Are you staying at a hotel?" he asked, his softly voiced question breaking the sensual silence. "Yes, it's about a mile back the other way." She looked up at him, the moon now high enough he could see the green of her eyes. "Check out early, stay with me." He offered, his fingers roving over her body, his lips close to her ear. "I shouldn't, but I will." She turned and kissed him, her lips meeting his sweetly. They picked up their discarded clothing and slid into it and taking up her bag she looked at him. He took her hand and they walked together, up the beach, to his house on the hill.