2 comments/ 5676 views/ 3 favorites Midsummer-Night's Dreaming By: Midsummer-Night's Dreaming Slowly she explored the nub of tissue that was her clitoris. She'd never felt it quite this stiff before nor ever so sensitive. Although her nipples still felt wonderful, they were being eclipsed by the feelings pouring out of that magic button. Both hands were drawn between her legs as her attention became focused more and more tightly on the gradually growing glow. Her fingers slid across the warm moist flesh more and more easily as her lubrication flowed. Almost breathless, she could hardly bear the sensations but she couldn't bear to stop either. Higher and higher, the level of her arousal seemed without a peak extending away in an infinity to climb. All of her muscles were becoming tense but she couldn't just lay still. Her legs shifted from side to side as her fingers probed as her insistent cunt demanded more and more stimulation. Suddenly without warning there was an explosion of sensation between her legs. Sarah's head jerked back and she uttered insensate little cries as the orgasm turned her world upside down then slowly righted and let it drift gently down. She woke to Puck's gentle caresses on her cheek. "My lovely Sarah. Do you now believe in the person you are inside?" She smiled and made a kissing motion at his little hand. "That was some trick, Mr. Puck." "Trick it was not, lady fair. That was the real you inside. You have kept that wonderful warmth hidden from the world all these years. All I did was help you call it out the first time. Next time you will call it at will." She blinked. "Oh, I don't know if I could or should..." But even as she started to deny it, she felt the glow between her legs and knew what Puck said was true. There would be a next time and many after. As she began to return more to the world, Sarah realized she should be getting up and back to the lodge. The evening meal would start before too long, and she needed to get cleaned up. Yet, something deep inside longed to spend more time in this little picnic glade, naked to the world and reveling in the sensuality. Instead she sat up and looked around for her clothes. Scattered to the winds around the clearing. She chuckled to herself amused and amazed at what had happened. Puck bounced ahead of her to her brassier and pulled one of the cups over his head. "What a perfect little hiding place! Only my toes show at the bottom." "Give me that you silly thing." As she was doing up the straps of her bra, Puck sat on her right shoulder and admired her breasts. "Fine, fine they are, and he will love them tenderly." She giggled. An hour ago she would have been mortified to think about a little man, a fairy, sitting there so flagrantly admiring her body. Now she felt free and open with the little spirit and at peace with the idea of sex and sexual attraction. "Who is this 'he' you keep talking about. I'll bet it's Roger. I've been watching him. What a hunk." Puck kicked his legs lightly tapping the very top of the rising swell of her breast. "I do not know what he is called but he has grace and beauty of his own. I've looked closely inside, and he is the perfect match for you. He is as warm and loving as you. He is also solitary and within. You could awaken him easily. The passion is there. Kindle it, and it will be yours. The two of you will take each other to such heights I can scarcely even say." "It's got to be Roger. How can I get him to notice me?" "Oh, he notices, fair Sarah. He notices. You are the lodestone that pulls his metal. He cannot resist you, yet he must. He dare not look and linger lest he be swept up in lust. He denies himself as did you." "Then how will I ever get him to let go?" "How indeed? I have it! A pinch of fairy dust will bring his feelings to the fore. You have felt it work. Let him breath the fine fairy powder, then his next thoughts will be of you. His feelings will rise as the tide across the bar and sweep you away with it." "Will you..." "Oh, no, fair maid. I cannot do that much to aid my cause. Remember why we plan this." "However," he continued, "I just might have dropped this little parcel which the fair maid did find..." "Gotcha', you little sneak. Titania can't say you instigated the whole thing just to break her spell if I do the leg work." "Did I say that? Nay! But, wait. What did I do with that other little package..." Puck made a great show of slapping at his belt, his pocket, his hat. All that searching while a little packet of material fell onto her breast and nestled just inside one of the cups of her bra. "If you don't find it, I'll be sure to let you know if I see your little package." Sarah could hardly restrain a giggle. "Oh, thank you, fair maid. Such potions are dangerous in the wrong hands. Suppose the spell fell upon the wrong eyes?" "I think not, but I will be careful." She quickly added, "That is, if I should ever find such a thing." Back at the lodge, Sarah went through the usual social motions at the evening meal, but her thoughts were everywhere but on what was going on. What an amazing afternoon! She was amazed at how her view of life had changed. Now she looked at the men around the tables differently. She tried to put her finger on what was different. They were still the same as before, at least the ones she knew. She could summon thoughts of who they were, what their job positions were, and how she respected them professionally (or not). Now, however, she found a new a new dimension to consider. What was the sensuality of these men? Like across the table from her. No, wait. That was Greg Robinson from engineering. Pretty much Mr. Average. He wasn't bad looking. At least if he'd lose that tie he had had on today for his presentation. He seemed nice enough, but his thoughts always seemed to be wrapped up in technical matters. Right now he was explaining to C. B. Griesson some of his thoughts about new sensing hardware for the fuel systems on the company's line of business jets. Several times he glanced her way, but he'd always look away and stumble over what he was saying when he saw her looking back. She stopped trying to follow the line of that conversation especially since Griesson had winked at her the last time she'd looked at them. Over at another table she could see Roger Lockwood in profile. Chiseled chin, noble nose, muscled shoulders that stretched the fabric of the sport shirt he was wearing — pretty much all a girl could want. He seemed to have his whole table enthralled in a story. Suddenly she realized conversation at her table was directed her way. "As I was saying, Greg," Griesson was staring at her, "You get those thoughts down on paper, and we'll put our Miss Dish on the job. We'll let the world know your system will revolutionize fuel metering systems in the aerospace industry." Griesson smiled at her, and she could feel him waiting for her to raise an objection about her name. The first time he called her "Miss Dish" she had thought he'd misheard when she had been introduced as "Miss Dishong." Now she knew he knew better. He was waiting for her to protest. If knew if she did, he would say, "I just call 'em as I see 'em, huh Greg?" and slap the poor engineer on the back. So, she just sat and stared back. Greg was obviously uncomfortable nervously running a finger back and forth across his mustache. The silence grew just a beat or two too long. Finally Griesson slapped Greg on the back anyway, "Spunky little gal, isn't she? God, I wish I was ten years younger." She thought, "Try thirty years, you clod. And, I would still tell you take a hike". She did curl one corner of her mouth sardonically. Later, as the evening meal was breaking up, Greg stepped around the table. "Listen, I want to apologize for that little moment earlier. I hope you don't think we were patronizing you or anything." "Greg, I know perfectly well what was going on, and I know I was being patronized. But, I also know it wasn't you who was doing it. Does being boss give him some sort of special rights to be especially obnoxious?" "Better read your contract carefully. I think there's a clause about 'Divine Right of Kings and/or Management' that's written into it right after the section on how true talent and work effort will always be noted and rewarded." For a moment she just stared. Then she started to laugh. The man had a sense of humor. Dry, wicked, and well hidden, but dead on target. Greg smiled and was about to say something else when Sarah noticed Roger heading for the door. She excused herself from Greg with a smile and started off, not directly towards the door where Roger had disappeared, but in a tangent direction. She knew he was headed for the shuffle board courts. A number of the upper management types had a serious tournament competition going with lots of trash talk and some serious wagering — typical executive-level bonding. Sarah figured they were getting in shape for life after retirement, but she also had spotted that Roger and several other mid-management level up-and-comers liked to hang around the area and offer friendly banter to the competitors. Tonight she planned to give Roger an offer he couldn't refuse. Puck's little package was a warm little glow down near her heart. During the past several days, she'd also noted that Roger knew something about the birds in the area and had pointed out several obscure species at the bird feeders outside of the lodge's main window. The first game was well under way when she reached the shuffle board courts. She drew Roger aside and asked him about an unusual bird she'd seen earlier in the day. "Well, what did it look like?" he asked. He wasn't quite impatient, but she could tell he wanted to watch the action on the shuffle board courts. "It looked sort of like a duck of some sort, but it had kind of a funny thin head with a pointy beak. I think there were some spots on its back." Sarah knew perfectly well she was describing a loon. "Hmm, could be several things. Where did you see it?" "There's a little pond in a valley back along one of the trails. It made the weirdest sound. Do you suppose it could still be there? I'd really like to know what it is." Sarah almost bit her tongue in frustration. This sounded so lame. Roger obviously wanted to be where the power center was at the retreat, but she could also tell he was intrigued. "I guess we could go take a quick look. They'll play until dark and that's quite a while yet. Lead on." Smiling to herself Sarah led the way to the trail that led to Puck's little clearing. While Roger was behind her, she reached into her blouse and found the little package Puck had given her earlier. It was small and made of some type of silk. When she picked at it with a finger nail, a corner popped open and she could see some pale yellow powder that looked like pollen. "What have you got there?" Roger asked. Smiling, Sarah brought her hand up and gently blew the powder towards him. "Hey! Don't get that on my polo shirt. Cripes, my allergies are bad enough this season, I..." He paused and started again, "What was that stuff? I feel funny." Sarah knew just how he was feeling, and the thought started off her own arousal. Yes, she knew the feeling clearly now and welcomed the tendrils of lust as they flowed out and began to find their way to the sensitive regions of her body. "Like it?" she asked. "It's just a little aroma therapy that seems particularly suited to this place." "Yeah, it's nice... But everything looks funny." Sarah stepped closer to him. "You don't look funny to me." Roger smiled, a little cross eyed and reached for her. "Oh, no. Not yet. Not here," she said as she skipped away from him and started to jog down the path. She hadn't counted on him being so quick. He grabbed her from behind and spun her around. "I do feel strange, and I would like to feel you." Roger had his arms wrapped around her and tried a tentative kiss. "Wait a minute, Roger. I know a place that would be great for this." "No, I've never felt like this and I want to explore." His hands matched his words by traveling down her back and clutching the globes of her bottom. Sarah pushed back a bit and tried to turn. "Please wait a minute. I think..." But she was unable to finish as he caught her mouth under his and kissed more firmly. One of his hands clutched at her arm and pulled her hand down to his front. His cock was ridged under her fingers, and he hunched against her. "No, I..." There was no time. Roger pushed down his casual slacks freeing his cock in the early evening air. Then he pushed her down too until she was on her knees in front of him. Holding his cock in one hand he used the other hand on the back of her head to guide her mouth towards his cock. "Come on, you want this. I know you do. Just suck it a little for me." The big cock was touching her lips. Sarah wanted to wait until they were in Puck's clearing, but Roger was too strong and too far along to be denied. Carefully she extended her tongue and gently swabbed the end of his cock. It jerked in response, and Roger thrust his hips forward. Suddenly his cock was in her mouth. Briefly she was aware that this was a first, but there was little time to enjoy it. Roger was thrusting back and forth firmly and quickly and uttering little moans of encouragement. She did her best to keep her teeth out of the way after one startled gasp from Roger told her of his pain. Suddenly he jerked his cock back out of her mouth and seized it with his hand. After three more strokes Roger stiffened and his cock began to spurt large wads of white viscous fluid. Sarah realized that he was having an orgasm, and it must be his seminal fluid. Fortunately he had turned away slightly and the gobs of come fell to the path. "Oh, baby. That was great! I've never felt like that before." Roger folded his now shrinking prick back under his pants and straightened his shirt. "Hoo-eee! Danny told me once that he'd made it with a girl, and I should try it some time. I'll have to call him this evening and tell him." Sarah, still on her knees, watched him turn back down the path back toward the lodge. He turned once before he was out of sight and called back, "Thanks again!" and waved. She was appalled. Gay? Roger was gay? The love of her life was gay? Dazed she rose to her feet and continued to walk on along the path. She really wasn't thinking about anything as she walked aimlessly, but eventually realized she had arrived at Puck's clearing. "Puck?" There was no answer and she sat down at the wooden picnic table. "Where are you, Puck? I need you. It..., it's all wrong. You aren't back in your flower yet are you?" She realized she was going to cry and pulled herself up short. Feeling sorry for herself, that's what she was doing. This whole thing was crazy anyway. Fairies? Love of her life? She put her head in her hands and stared off towards the setting sun. There was a rustle in the long grass behind her at the edge of the clearing and she started. "Puck is that you?" she whispered. "Hello? Sarah? Is that you there at the table?" "Greg? What are you doing here?" "I was out walking and saw you sitting there. Oh, I'm sorry. Are you meeting someone? I'll just walk on." She waved a hand dismissively. "No. No, I'm not meeting someone. I was just, just watching the sunset, I guess. And thinking." "I'm glad I ran into you. I wanted to apologize for that remark I made about Griesson after dinner. I guess I was just smarting off. Sometimes he just gets to me." "No, don't apologize. You're talking about the crack about the contract? I thought it was funny, the best thing anybody said all night." "Really? I thought the way you left maybe it had offended you. Since you're still kind of new around here, I thought maybe..." "Look, I've been around her long enough to see pretty plainly what we are dealing with. If I was as quick as you, I would have said it first. You are a model of restraint. I would have used at least six swear words." He smiled at her. Looking out towards the gaudy horizon where the sun had disappeared, he raised his arm and pointed. "There's Venus." She looked at him blankly. He gestured with his arm again. "The planet. The planet Venus. Just over there near where the sun set." There was a bright point of light near the horizon. "That dot of light is Venus?" "Goddess of love. Aphrodite. Ishtar. Mother of Eros. One hot, hell-hole of a planet, but an orb of beauty in our evening sky." "This is Greg, 'sump-storage wiring nodes,' from engineering I'm talking to?" He smiled and dipped his head. "Sorry. Showing off. That's a classical history minor in college talking. "Hey look." He pointed back to the sunset painted sky. "A thin crescent moon!" Sarah tried to follow his pointing finger, but saw nothing. "Where? I don't see the moon." "It doesn't look quite like usual. Tonight is just a little more than one day past new moon and the crescent is very thin and faint. Look down and to the right of Venus a little. Just above that tall tree that sticks up on the horizon." Sarah slid over closer to him and looked along his arm trying to line up the landmarks he described. Finally she saw just the faintest fine finger nail clip of light. She had to look a second time, but she convinced herself she was really seeing it. "That's the moon? It's so delicate and lovely." He dropped his arm and turned slightly towards her. "Lovely? Not by half, sitting next to you." She looked at him for a long moment. "You are serious, aren't you?" He blushed and looked away. "I'm sorry if I've offended you. The way some of these guys come on, you must get tired of them telling you things like that." "No. Not at all." She hesitated. "I mean, I've never had anyone say something that nice to me before. I'm still trying to figure you out. In the meetings you seemed..." "So much like an engineer?" He smiled. " 'A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man.' " "But really," he continued, " 'I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile.' " Startled, she blinked and managed to gasp, "Oberon?" "Sorry. That's not me. Just something of Shakespeare that seems to fit." He was quiet for a while and Sarah looked back to the horizon and tried to find the moon again. For a while she thought it had disappeared, but then caught sight of it. All the while she was looking, she was becoming more aware of the warmth of Greg's body sitting next to her at the table. "Greg, how did you find me way out here this evening?" "It's not that far from the lodge. The trail winds around quite a bit. I was out exploring this afternoon and found this place. When I didn't see you around the lodge this evening, I thought maybe you might have come back this way." Come back? "Oh," she said, and as she thought again, she said, "OH! No, you didn't... What time was this?" "I'm sorry. I've embarrassed you." She slid away from him on the table and stood up. "Oh, no. That wasn't... I mean..." He stood behind her and took her shoulders lightly. "Please, Sarah. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to tell you that. This afternoon was an accident. I didn't want to intrude on your private time. I was embarrassed for you and wasn't going to say anything. I didn't stay. He sighed, and his hands dropped away. "Yet, you were so lovely. So very lovely." Greg sat back down at the table. "So here I sit, 'Before milk-white, now purple with love's wounds.' " He paused and looked to the sunset. "It's getting late. I'll show you the short way back through the woods if you like." Several contradictory thoughts chased each other around in her mind, but mostly she was aware of the growing attraction she felt for this man. She sat back down at the table next to him and took his hand. "Please, not just yet. This has been a really unusual day, but I'm not ready for it to be over." Midsummer-Night's Dreaming He smiled and brought her hand to his mouth and gave the back of it a soft kiss. "Me too. Thank you for staying ." She leaned against him a little, and he let go of her hand and brought his arm up around her back. They stared quietly at the darkening sky for a time as a few stars began to show in the blue sky. Finally she asked, "Do you know any of those stars?" Just a couple. That one over there is Spica in the constellation Virgo." He gestured with his free arm and after he pointed to the sky he touched her cheek and turned her face to his. "Sarah, you are so beautiful. Could I kiss you?" For a moment she thought of Roger's so urgent crisis and almost laughed, but smiled instead as she leaned forward. Their lips met and for just a moment Sarah thought she heard faint but high pitched laughter. She was aware now only of Greg's warm lips on hers and she leaned against him a little more as she felt his arms encircle her back. Warm and happy as the kiss ended, she looked at him and smiled. For a long moment they stared at each other in an almost surprised silence. "Goddess of Love, indeed," Greg said and leaned forward and kissed the end of her nose lightly. She laughed in reply and captured his mouth with hers. The kiss lingered and as they broke away once more, he nuzzled her neck before leaning back. "And not by the light of that 'inconstant Moon,' but by the glow of the very goddess herself." With the fingers of one hand he pushed her hair back on one side of her head then caressed the very edge of her exposed ear. She felt herself tremble at the sparkling sensations created by that gentle touch. He said nothing but leaned forward and traced the edges of her ear lightly with his tongue. Now she groaned. "Oh, that's delicious." "How would you know? I'm the one whose doing the tasting." His eyes sparked with a tiny point of Venus-light, and she leaned forward. "Then I'd better check too." At first she kissed his mouth then eased the kiss slightly to explore his lips with the tip of her tongue. When he sighed, she leaned to one side and flicked the lobe of his ear with her tongue and captured it with her lips. "Yes, definitely delicious." For long minutes neither said a word as they sat there exploring each with lips and tongue. Sarah's breath was coming faster, and she began to be aware of that delicious tightness in her nipples again. "Oh Greg, this is so wonderful. You are making me feel so excited. Where did you...? I mean, I never would have thought... Damn, this isn't coming out right." He smiled in reply, "If you are asking if I come here often, the answer is no. Just being with you here this evening is inspiring. I guess you never know what you can do until you try." "Well, try some more." and she leaned forward eagerly. Instead of immediately kissing her, he turned slightly and pulled her to lay back across him nestled in the crook of his left arm. Then he began another exploration of her face with his lips and the tips of his fingers. During a long, slow, soft kiss Sarah felt the tips of his fingers caressing her neck and down along the collar line of her blouse. The skin of her chest was sensitive and she felt a twinge in her nipples. His hand retreated when she bumped it with her hand, but she undid several buttons to encourage further exploration. He smiled and went back to kissing her face for several long minutes before he resumed tracing light patterns across the skin of her chest. She returned his kiss with fervor and used her tongue to explore his lips and mouth. For long moments their tongues explored and twined. Slowly she became aware that his hand was lightly caressing her breast through the material of her bra. The material was light and satiny, but it didn't allow her to feel his fingers directly. Instead she could feel the light pressure of his fingers especially when they grazed her nipples forcing them down slightly against the erectile tightness of her excitement. Over and around his hands moved in a maddeningly light caress that didn't satisfy the tingling urge in her nipples. With one hand she had been toying with Greg's ear as he kissed her. Now she took that hand and tried to push the strap of her bra off her shoulder. Greg's hand followed right behind and rubbed the now bare skin of her shoulders and down the rising swell of her breast. "Yes, yes. Now!" she thought as his hand traveled lower, but he stopped just short of her nipples and started once again at her shoulders. He pushed a little more of the bunched fabric back and there was even more skin exposed. Once again he explored with a light touch. Again he stopped short of the turgid nipple. Sarah was almost panting with impatience as Greg once again rubbed her shoulder and upper arm pushing a little more skin into view. This time she felt the edge of her bra pluck at the tip of her breast as her nipple was bared to the night air. Supporting her with his hands now, Greg lowered his face and delicately kissed her breast with soft pecks working his way to the nipple. Her cry was almost a sob of relief as he finally touched the tingling tip. With a swirl of his tongue, he rolled her nipple in a delicious circle, and she pushed a little forward to urge him on. Instead he stopped and raised his head. "Look," he said surprised, "What's going on?" Sarah looked up too, then sat upright. She was surprised to see little glowing pinpricks of light in and amongst all the trees of the clearing. Then she knew. This was Puck's clearing, and the lights were Puck's. Just what it was, she didn't know. "It must be fire flies," she offered. "Aren't they pretty?" Once again he was nuzzling her neck. Sarah began to realize something else was unusual. With the setting sun, even in summer the Michigan evenings quickly became cool enough for a jacket. Except that this evening the clearing not only danced with light, but was as warm as a summer's day. "Is it me, or has it gotten warmer since the sun went down?" Greg smiled, "Oh, you are definitely getting me warmer." But then he paused. "Even allowing for that, it does seem warm this evening." "Good. I'd hate to get all goose bumps." Sarah undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse and reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. "Oh, allow me." "Such a gentleman." "Hardly the way I'm feeling." "I like the way you are feeling me." She shrugged out of blouse and bra and began to recapture some of the feeling of that afternoon. Once again the feeling of freedom filled her. She sighed and lay back against Greg. He put his arms around her and cupped her breasts. "Ah, just the way that feels good." She stopped as the index fingers of his hands started little rolling motions on her nipples. "Oh, yes. Right there. That's a special place that feels so good." There were more of the tiny lights in the trees and brighter as she turned her face to the side for a kiss. His hands began to stroke her breasts, rubbing the sensitive skin and lingering to tweak and tug at her nipples. For long minutes she sat just reveling in the joy of what was happening. Finally she pulled away. "This isn't fair. I'm having all the fun here. "Not at all. You don't know how wonderful it is to rub your beautiful breasts and feel you respond under my hands." "Even so, you have too many clothes on. Come on and join me. Don't you feel the urge to be completely naked under the stars?" A question like that needed no answer, and Greg stood up. In a moment he was naked in the warm night air. "Now you," he said with an embarrassed little smile. Sarah stepped close to him and pulled away his hand which still held his clothes in front of his waist. "Now, now. Everything." Then she stepped back and pushed off the rest of her clothes too. She twirled round lifting her arms to the sky with the twinkling fairy lights weaving constellations around her. For a moment they stood looking at each other while the warm pin points of light danced among the trees. As on a signal, they held their arms out to each other and embraced. This time Sarah thrilled to the sensation of his warm chest against her breasts, and she wriggled slightly to feel the growing tension in her nipples. "Sarah, you are so lovely. Truly a goddess. A wood nymph." Once more their lips met and the kiss lingered. Before she was ready, her legs tired and she was forced to break away. "Here, sit on the bench. I want to kiss you some more." Greg sat on seat of the picnic table facing outward, and she took his head in her hands. Now his mouth was at a level near her breasts and she guided him first to one stiff bud and then the other. She groaned softly as his tongue twirled the peak of her nipples, his lips applied gentle suction, then his tongue flickered back and forth in a rapid motion that made her tits vibrate in response. "Greg, you're fantastic, but I want to kiss you." She straddled him then edging forward until she was seated on his lap facing him. Leaning forward, Sarah was able to kiss his mouth while they both relaxed. She kissed at his mouth, his mouth, his ears. Every inch of his face was desirable. "Oh, Greg, this is so wonderful being here like this with you." He kissed her back just as avidly. "What a magic night. Your kisses are fire!" They shifted position slightly and Sarah was aware of a pressure between her legs. Greg's cock, she realized. She pressed forward against it, and her cunt responded. While she had concentrated on kissing Greg, she hadn't realized the growing potent fire in her loins. She was slick against him, moistness flowing out of her, as she rubbed forward pressing her need against him. He groaned in response as she rubbed herself to even greater excitement against the stiffness of his cock. He shifted again raising her slightly with his legs. Suddenly Sarah felt a new pressure, lower this time. Responding, she pressed down and felt a strange sensation of sliding inside her and a growing fullness. "Oh," she said. Then sighed even more deeply as the feeling grew, and she became aware of what was happening. A great peacefulness settled over her has she slid even further down and rested against him, completely impaled on his hard cock. The feeling was so natural that she relaxed and settled back to kissing him lightly on his mouth again. For the longest time they just sat and kissed, joined most deeply, but enjoying the superficial for the moment. Sarah looked upwards and was amazed to see the golden twinkling lights had doubled and redoubled. She and Greg were now in the center of a whirling storm of lights. Greg too looked up and they both marveled at the sight. As Sarah turned her head slightly, her body shifted, and she groaned with the sensation that came shooting up from their join. Her cunt pulsed with excitement and power, and she tensed her muscles around Greg's cock. "I just love to feel your cock up inside me," she groaned through clenched teeth. He responded by pushing slightly upwards. "And you make my cock feel so good!" he responded and suddenly they were both pushing their joined bodies up and down with mounting excitement. The slick sliding motions within her sex sent waves of pleasure radiating outwards. Lights pulsed and whirled around them now responding in time with their frantic movements. As their pleasured excitement mounted, lights swirled and broke in waves around them. Sensations, unendurably intense, were endured and drove them both onward to new heights of ecstasy. As before, the sudden explosion of orgasm caught her unaware. She yelled in triumph of attainment as she pushed and pushed herself onto his cock. She felt his hands clench at her sides, and suddenly Greg was straining with the force of his own release. They yelled and moaned together and finally ended with their arms entwined about each other, bodies pressed together as tightly as possible. The moment lingered "Oh, that was..." they both started at once then laughed. Sarah straightened slightly, and her eyes strayed to the clearing around them. She gasped and they both watched as a swirling column of tiny pin pricks of light grew tighter and higher over their heads. Finally it climbed into the sky. "Goodbye," she finally breathed. "Goodbye, and good luck." "What was that?" "I was just saying good bye to..., to, our fairy lights. They're leaving." "A flight of fairy light. I like that. It's almost like something Shakespeare would have described. Fairy lights? Sure!" She laughed and snuggled against his body. "You made me feel so good." "Made you? Madam, you did most of the work." He captured her with a kiss that lingered. "But if you'd like to stay a bit longer, I would like to thank you." She nuzzled back. "I don't have anywhere else to go." With his encouragement she stood up and they moved away from the table and sat down on the grass. "A most remarkable evening," he said and laughed. "Compared to you it's nothing, but have you noticed it's still warm and cozy?" He moved beside her and they both lay back on the grass. "Everything is just perfect. Just the way it was supposed to be. Thank you, Greg." "Thank me? Thank you!" His lips began exploring at her neck again. After stopping for a gentle kiss on her lips, he continued down across her chest. At first he didn't touch her sensitive tips and that was fine with Sarah. As tight and hard as they had been, they were now relaxing and she didn't think she could bear the strong sensation again. Soon, however, she felt the tightness of desire return to her nipples and she used her hands to guide his lips first to one tense little spindle then the other. He surprised her by leaving her nipples and working his way down across her stomach. Suddenly she felt his tongue swirling inside her navel. There was a burst of sensation and she half sat up. "Whoops! That tickles." "Tickles? Or excites?" he asked as his lips hovered over the sensitive little pocket in her belly. His tongue licked at the very edges, then he drew it slowly, slowly down across the center of her navel. "Oh, ah..." she almost told him to stop several times, but each time she'd start to say, "Stop," there would be a pulse of pleasure and she'd find herself waiting, trembling on the brink of saying it and not saying it. Finally, gasping for breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding , she pushed his head away. "Greg, you're driving me crazy." "Crazy? Not completely. Not yet." He lowered his head once more and this time he left her navel and went even lower. She felt him kissing her thighs and the mound of her sex. Just a few minutes ago she wouldn't have believed she could ever have been aroused again, but she was definitely feeling a now familiar rush of desire. The sensations continued to build between her legs. He was slower now, gently nibbling and licking his way towards her glowing center. The first brushes of his tongue on her clitoris were almost too gentle to feel, but her tension grew rapidly Soon she was bucking upwards to meet every stroke of his probing tongue. Suddenly he stopped and she could feel him shifting. With a little moan she lifted her hips upwards disappointed at the loss of sensation. "Oh, Greg. Don't stop..." she started only to gasp in pleasure when she once again felt his warm cock slide between the lips of her cunt. "There, that's what you were wanting, isn't it?" "Oh, yes, darling. That's just what I need now. And right there..." Her voice trailed off as his cock filled her and her arousal overwhelmed her. They moved rapidly now with increasing urgency. Once more the sweeping wave of orgasm caught them both powerfully as they dashed themselves together. Sarah wasn't sure how long she lay there staring at nothing. Finally she felt Greg move. He kissed her tenderly and said, "You are one fabulous lady. I can't believe this has happened." She kissed him back and sighed. "Unbelievable is right. I never thought anything could be so right." "The night isn't over yet. Why don't we go back to the lodge for a little bit. It's starting to cool off out here, and I would like to spend more time with you." She looked at him and asked, "Again?" He studied her face and kissed her, "Of course, madam. I want you. I can't imagine not wanting you over and over again. But, actually I thought some quiet conversation over a bite of dessert might be in order. We've been out here exercising . What if we go catch our breath first?" Nodding, she hugged him to her, then felt the emptying sensation as he slid himself out of her. Sarah sighed in the glow of bliss surrounding her. As he stood, he reached down a hand for her to help her to her feet. "You're right. I didn't realize how whipped I feel. And you did most of the work this time." she said. "Nonsense. You were pushing every bit as hard. I just had more room to move." She giggled at this intimate by-play. Once again she marveled at the events of the day. But, it was getting colder. She looked around for her clothes. "Are these yours?" Greg was holding up her bra and panties. "No, I think they're yours. Why don't you put them on." Greg eyed them speculatively and Sarah felt herself blushing. Good thing it was dark. "On second thought, just give them here." "There for a moment I thought maybe we were about to explore a whole new side of my personality." He chuckled and stepped towards her and offered her the garments. She took them and leaned into his arm, and they were wrapped in a kiss for long moments again. Finally he broke the kiss and said, "Hey, we'd better cut this short and get dressed before we freeze." They dressed quickly. Noticeably colder now, the night didn't seem quite so welcoming or magical. Sarah hated to see the moment pass. Yet, she knew it meant that Puck must be freed from the spell. Her brief encounter with the strange little man seemed almost like a dream. Then she looked up and saw Greg watching her. It was so dark she could scarcely see anything else, but some how she could sense his presence quite clearly. No, there was still some magic left. The shuffle board game had broken up by the time they arrived back at the lodge. It really wasn't far, and in the darkness, they could see the lights from the outdoor areas around the lodge which helped guide them back. Greg took her hand, and they walked together fingers twining and untwining as if they still couldn't help exploring each other. Most of the men who had been playing shuffleboard were still standing around in little groups talking and drinking. As they grew closer, Sarah could her the murmur of conversation gradually resolve itself to be some understandable. "... damnedest thing I ever saw. I wonder were they got them." "... couldn't have been. They were from a mule." "Mule deer, you mean. Had to be. I took one last time I was out west hunting..." "...drinking as much as usual, and Roger was acting strange too..." By unspoken mutual consent, they dropped hands as they came out of the woods. Sarah hung back a little as Greg approached one of the groups to find out what was going on. Mike Mason from accounting turned as Greg approached. "Hey, Greg! You and Sarah missed all the excitement." "Boy I'll say." Greg shot a silly little grin at Sarah. "So what's going on?" Mike chuckled. "I don't know what those two were drinking or where they got them, but we turned around in the middle of a game, and Roger and old C.B. both had these great big ole' ears sticking up on either side of their heads. Thought I'd split." "Ears?" Greg put his hands up and cupped his own ears. "You mean, like ears?" "Yeah, except these were great big ones sticking up like on a donkey or something." "Why? Or, what were they..." "Who knows what the hell they were doing. I guess the funniest part was they both acted like they didn't have any idea what was going on. They both played dumb with straight faces... Remind me never to play poker with either one of them guys. Bluff me right out of my shorts."