Perseid Night
The astronomy club really went all out advertising the viewing of this year's Perseid meteor shower! People started showing up early, and now the amphitheatre in the hills is packed with hundreds of people, all there to take in the celestial show. Most of them, including yourself, have blankets, a few have lawn chairs, and far too many have wandering pets, tired and fussy babies, beer and cigarettes. It's hard to enjoy the phenomenon because of the sheer density of people. After the woman next to you lights up, and the guy behind you spills his beer, you're done. You gather your blanket and make the short hike around the side of the hill, and up the next ridge. This is a perfect spot for watching meteors: away from city lights, no trees to block the view, and best of all, no other people! Except...you hear someone coming up the path you just took. Maybe he'll keep going. But no, he's coming over. When he's close enough to speak without shouting, he asks, "Would you mind some company?" Since he asks, you're inclined to accept, but you still want to know, "Why aren't you with the others?"
"Same reason you're not, I think."
"You got a faceful of cigarette smoke too?"
He chuckles. "Something like that. Actually, I saw you come this way, and I was curious."
"Curious, about...?"
"About you." He pauses then, gauging your reaction. He's got your attention. Now that he's within touching distance, he lays two gentle fingers on your wrist. You feel a mild electric jolt. Then, "Would you mind my company?"
"Sure," you reply. Then, "I mean, no." He raises one eyebrow. You take a deep breath, clearing your thoughts. Then, choosing to use his words, "I mean, I wouldn't mind your company." You offer your hand and introduce yourself. "I'm Henry," he replies, taking your hand. But, instead of a simple handshake, he caresses your palm with his fingertips. It's a strangely intimate gesture, and you gasp as you again feel a mild jolt. It's not painful, just the opposite in fact, and from the look on his face, he feels it too. You finally take in his appearance: medium height, slender build, brown shoulder-length hair. But his eyes are the most intense shade of blue you've ever seen, the kind of eyes that notice everything, and the smile he gives you while you check him out is positively wicked! You like what you see, and he knows it! Embarassed at having been found out, you turn your attention back toward the night sky. Suddenly, the brightest meteor you've seen yet streaks by. You follow it until it winks out. A long, elegant finger on your cheek turns you back toward him, and for just a moment, you're certain you can see the meteor reflected in his eyes. He leans forward and kisses your lips once, lightly. "I like what I see too."
He's obviously the world's biggest flirt, but his words seem sincere, and one thing's for sure: he knows how to kiss and make you want more! You meet his eyes and see an unspoken question there, but you're not ready to answer him quite yet. But the look you flash him says you're on to him. He turns to look at the sky as two more meteors blaze across in quick succession, the second one brighter than the first. He seems rapt by the sight, and continues staring long after they've sputtered out, as if he can still see them after they're gone. You're still holding your bundled-up blanket; you take a few steps away and spread it out on the soft ground, then sit comfortably, leaning back on your hands, trying to ease the tension that's built up in your neck and shoulders. After a minute or two, Henry comes to you, but instead of sitting next to you as you expected, he kneels behind you and begins massaging the spots that were giving you the most trouble. He starts with your shoulders. His touch is positively magical, and you sigh out your appreciation as you feel him work out all the knots of tension. His hands travel to your neck, where his continues his massage, but gently now, before he tugs you back to lean against his chest. Then, with one finger of each hand, he rubs your temples, making slow circles, until you're so relaxed you feel almost drugged. When he's finished, you shift to one side so you can see him. You want to speak, to thank him, but before you can get the words out, you see that unspoken question in his eyes again. This time you don't hesitate. You nod once, smile, and reach out for him.
Quicker than thought, he's laying by your side, propped up on one elbow, the other hand resting on your hip. He leans in and kisses you again, but this time it's no light brushing of his lips to yours. This time his kiss is hard and demanding, just the way you like it, and you answer his passion with your own desire. You open your lips to allow his tongue to play with yours. He slides his hand up to fondle your neck while your hands are busy testing the muscles of his shoulders and chest. He pulls away then, but only long enough to remove his jacket. Rolling it up, he slips it under your head, giving you both better access to one another. You moan as you pull him back to you, relishing the heat passing back and forth between you, and savoring the taste of his talented lips and tongue. With one feather-light fingertip, he strokes your eyelid, then down your cheek, your jaw, and the column of your throat, before stopping at the top button of your shirt. As he undoes that first button, he meets your eyes, asking your permission. Your skin tingles under his fingers as he undoes another button, and then another, until he's able to open your shirt completely, revealing your skin to his hungry gaze. Your bra comes next. He unsnaps the front closure and slowly peels the lace away. Your nipples are already hardening, anticipating his touch. He doesn't make you wait. He cups both breasts with his hands, rolling and gently pinching the nipples with his long fingers, while leaning in for another hot, demanding kiss. Then he moves lower to suckle first one breast, then the other, his tongue swirling and flicking your nipples, his teeth gently nipping. You arch against him, moaning, pressing your body to his as you reach for him, telling him without words how much you want him.
His arms go around you, holding you securely and protectively. His skin is cool against yours, but his eyes are blue fire, devouring you with their heat. You reach for the top button of his shirt, intending to undo it. He's seen plenty of your skin, now you want to see some of his! He flashes you a wicked smile, letting you undo the button. But instead of waiting for you to undo the rest, he simply whisks the shirt over his head and tosses it away. You gasp at the sight of him. God, he's beautiful, all hard muscle under soft skin! You throw your arms around him and he falls back onto the blanket, taking you with him, allowing you to crawl on top of him, so you can touch him, taste him, and caress him all you want. You run your tongue along the tender skin of the side of his throat and up to his jaw, nipping here and there as you go. Then suddenly you're on your back and he's on top, looking down at you with a mixture of tenderness and lust, his eyes as intense as a storm at sea.
"My turn," he says in a voice that just dares you to refuse him, somewhere between a purr and a growl. But you have no intention of refusing! Instead you take him by the shoulders, pulling him harder against you as he takes the same path that you did with him, licking and nipping up the side of your throat, while his restless hands roam up and down your sides. You turn your head, your breathing uneven, to give him better access, so he can continue his ministrations, his lips, tongue and teeth working together to create a sensuous mixture of pleasure and pain. Suddenly, you feel the sharpest pain yet, but before you can even let out a gasp, it's followed at once by the most intense jolt of pleasure you've ever felt, pleasure that begins in your center and radiates outward, pleasure that makes you cry out, sobbing, as you writhe against him, bucking and arching in complete ecstasy. You plunge a hand into his hair to hold him to you. If you had the breath to speak, you'd beg him, plead with him, to never let this sweet rapture end, to please, please let it go on forever. Then you stop thinking and just feel, as you climax hard, over and over again, your bones melting, your skin on fire...
Some time later, no telling how long, you feel your body solidifying as you float gently back to earth, your breathing slowing to a normal level. You want to tell him how blissful, how euphoric you feel, but words can't possibly convey the totality of your feelings. You settle for whispering "Thank you, that was beautiful!" He smiles at you gently, sweeping a lock of hair off your forehead, and the kiss he bestows is long and tender, slow and deep. When he pulls back, he replies, "I should be saying that to you!" He lays on his back then, taking you with him, so you're snuggled sweetly against his chest, his arms holding you tight. He wraps the blanket around the two of you to keep the chill of the night away for a little while longer. But even so, soon you realize the night is almost gone. The morning breeze has begun, and even the stars are fading perceptively. Silently you both dress and he folds the blanket, then together you make the short hike back to the now empty amphitheater. Your cars are the only two left in the parking lot. After he walks you to your car, you exchange another long, passionate kiss. "Can I see you again?" you ask.
He flashes you a wicked grin. "When's the next meteor shower?"
"In October," you answer grinning back. "The Orionids."
"Orion, the Hunter," he nods, smiling mysteriously. "I'll be there." As you head home, you remember that last smile of his, and can't stop your own smile - one of anticipation.
"Same reason you're not, I think."
"You got a faceful of cigarette smoke too?"
He chuckles. "Something like that. Actually, I saw you come this way, and I was curious."
"Curious, about...?"
"About you." He pauses then, gauging your reaction. He's got your attention. Now that he's within touching distance, he lays two gentle fingers on your wrist. You feel a mild electric jolt. Then, "Would you mind my company?"
"Sure," you reply. Then, "I mean, no." He raises one eyebrow. You take a deep breath, clearing your thoughts. Then, choosing to use his words, "I mean, I wouldn't mind your company." You offer your hand and introduce yourself. "I'm Henry," he replies, taking your hand. But, instead of a simple handshake, he caresses your palm with his fingertips. It's a strangely intimate gesture, and you gasp as you again feel a mild jolt. It's not painful, just the opposite in fact, and from the look on his face, he feels it too. You finally take in his appearance: medium height, slender build, brown shoulder-length hair. But his eyes are the most intense shade of blue you've ever seen, the kind of eyes that notice everything, and the smile he gives you while you check him out is positively wicked! You like what you see, and he knows it! Embarassed at having been found out, you turn your attention back toward the night sky. Suddenly, the brightest meteor you've seen yet streaks by. You follow it until it winks out. A long, elegant finger on your cheek turns you back toward him, and for just a moment, you're certain you can see the meteor reflected in his eyes. He leans forward and kisses your lips once, lightly. "I like what I see too."
He's obviously the world's biggest flirt, but his words seem sincere, and one thing's for sure: he knows how to kiss and make you want more! You meet his eyes and see an unspoken question there, but you're not ready to answer him quite yet. But the look you flash him says you're on to him. He turns to look at the sky as two more meteors blaze across in quick succession, the second one brighter than the first. He seems rapt by the sight, and continues staring long after they've sputtered out, as if he can still see them after they're gone. You're still holding your bundled-up blanket; you take a few steps away and spread it out on the soft ground, then sit comfortably, leaning back on your hands, trying to ease the tension that's built up in your neck and shoulders. After a minute or two, Henry comes to you, but instead of sitting next to you as you expected, he kneels behind you and begins massaging the spots that were giving you the most trouble. He starts with your shoulders. His touch is positively magical, and you sigh out your appreciation as you feel him work out all the knots of tension. His hands travel to your neck, where his continues his massage, but gently now, before he tugs you back to lean against his chest. Then, with one finger of each hand, he rubs your temples, making slow circles, until you're so relaxed you feel almost drugged. When he's finished, you shift to one side so you can see him. You want to speak, to thank him, but before you can get the words out, you see that unspoken question in his eyes again. This time you don't hesitate. You nod once, smile, and reach out for him.
Quicker than thought, he's laying by your side, propped up on one elbow, the other hand resting on your hip. He leans in and kisses you again, but this time it's no light brushing of his lips to yours. This time his kiss is hard and demanding, just the way you like it, and you answer his passion with your own desire. You open your lips to allow his tongue to play with yours. He slides his hand up to fondle your neck while your hands are busy testing the muscles of his shoulders and chest. He pulls away then, but only long enough to remove his jacket. Rolling it up, he slips it under your head, giving you both better access to one another. You moan as you pull him back to you, relishing the heat passing back and forth between you, and savoring the taste of his talented lips and tongue. With one feather-light fingertip, he strokes your eyelid, then down your cheek, your jaw, and the column of your throat, before stopping at the top button of your shirt. As he undoes that first button, he meets your eyes, asking your permission. Your skin tingles under his fingers as he undoes another button, and then another, until he's able to open your shirt completely, revealing your skin to his hungry gaze. Your bra comes next. He unsnaps the front closure and slowly peels the lace away. Your nipples are already hardening, anticipating his touch. He doesn't make you wait. He cups both breasts with his hands, rolling and gently pinching the nipples with his long fingers, while leaning in for another hot, demanding kiss. Then he moves lower to suckle first one breast, then the other, his tongue swirling and flicking your nipples, his teeth gently nipping. You arch against him, moaning, pressing your body to his as you reach for him, telling him without words how much you want him.
His arms go around you, holding you securely and protectively. His skin is cool against yours, but his eyes are blue fire, devouring you with their heat. You reach for the top button of his shirt, intending to undo it. He's seen plenty of your skin, now you want to see some of his! He flashes you a wicked smile, letting you undo the button. But instead of waiting for you to undo the rest, he simply whisks the shirt over his head and tosses it away. You gasp at the sight of him. God, he's beautiful, all hard muscle under soft skin! You throw your arms around him and he falls back onto the blanket, taking you with him, allowing you to crawl on top of him, so you can touch him, taste him, and caress him all you want. You run your tongue along the tender skin of the side of his throat and up to his jaw, nipping here and there as you go. Then suddenly you're on your back and he's on top, looking down at you with a mixture of tenderness and lust, his eyes as intense as a storm at sea.
"My turn," he says in a voice that just dares you to refuse him, somewhere between a purr and a growl. But you have no intention of refusing! Instead you take him by the shoulders, pulling him harder against you as he takes the same path that you did with him, licking and nipping up the side of your throat, while his restless hands roam up and down your sides. You turn your head, your breathing uneven, to give him better access, so he can continue his ministrations, his lips, tongue and teeth working together to create a sensuous mixture of pleasure and pain. Suddenly, you feel the sharpest pain yet, but before you can even let out a gasp, it's followed at once by the most intense jolt of pleasure you've ever felt, pleasure that begins in your center and radiates outward, pleasure that makes you cry out, sobbing, as you writhe against him, bucking and arching in complete ecstasy. You plunge a hand into his hair to hold him to you. If you had the breath to speak, you'd beg him, plead with him, to never let this sweet rapture end, to please, please let it go on forever. Then you stop thinking and just feel, as you climax hard, over and over again, your bones melting, your skin on fire...
Some time later, no telling how long, you feel your body solidifying as you float gently back to earth, your breathing slowing to a normal level. You want to tell him how blissful, how euphoric you feel, but words can't possibly convey the totality of your feelings. You settle for whispering "Thank you, that was beautiful!" He smiles at you gently, sweeping a lock of hair off your forehead, and the kiss he bestows is long and tender, slow and deep. When he pulls back, he replies, "I should be saying that to you!" He lays on his back then, taking you with him, so you're snuggled sweetly against his chest, his arms holding you tight. He wraps the blanket around the two of you to keep the chill of the night away for a little while longer. But even so, soon you realize the night is almost gone. The morning breeze has begun, and even the stars are fading perceptively. Silently you both dress and he folds the blanket, then together you make the short hike back to the now empty amphitheater. Your cars are the only two left in the parking lot. After he walks you to your car, you exchange another long, passionate kiss. "Can I see you again?" you ask.
He flashes you a wicked grin. "When's the next meteor shower?"
"In October," you answer grinning back. "The Orionids."
"Orion, the Hunter," he nods, smiling mysteriously. "I'll be there." As you head home, you remember that last smile of his, and can't stop your own smile - one of anticipation.