======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.primenet.com!news.asu.edu!ennfs.eas.asu.edu!cs.utexas.edu!chi-news.cic.net!news.math.psu.edu!news.cse.psu.edu!uwm.edu!caen!kuhub.cc.ukans.edu!jash From: jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu (Still Waters...) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: DarkNites - Midnight Symphony (mf) Message-ID: <1996May14.000614.119808@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu> Date: 14 May 96 00:06:14 CDT Organization: University of Kansas Academic Computing Services Lines: 274 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:152977 =============================================================================== Here it is, folks. My swan song. I've been away from A.S.S for a long time although the DarkNites stories sometimes show up as reposts. I wanted to post one last story before I signed off. So here it is... Enjoy! If you'd like to download the entire DarkNites series or see some of the other stuff I've writen, check out my web page at http://falcon.cc.ukans.edu/~lafemme/darknite.htm This page will be shutting down on May 18th. And now for my traditional lead in... For those of you who suffer under the delusion that female engineers can't possibly be sensual... ============================================================================== DarkNites: Midnight Symphony _____________________________ It was one of those nights when two people who are comfortable with each other curl up on a couch, listening to music. One of those nights when even crazed lovers take a break to be together. Peacefully. But then it started to rain. She didn't really even notice it at first, her apartment was so very sound-proofed. But a sudden flash of lightning lighted up her windows and flowed into the darkened room. Enya! She thought. Perfect weather for Enya's music. But she was much too comfortable, lying back against Brand, comfortably nestled between his legs with her head lightly resting back on his shoulder. Much too comfortable and lazy to move. One of his large hands was lazily trailing up and down her side, enjoying the feel of her silk nightshirt under his fingertips. She wasn't even close to being in the mood for sex, he knew, so he forcibly dragged his thoughts away from the soft skin under the silk. Skin that he loved to touch, soft and smooth, a luxury to a man who took the time to appreciate such things. His fingers trailed up to brush lightly over the gentle swell of a breast, his fingertips catching momentarily on the delicate fabric and shifting it delicately over one soft nipple. A nipple that stiffened ever so slightly at the brush of fabric over it. He noticed it of course. He always noticed such things. He didn't understand how it was possible that he still wanted her so much even after so long. With his previous lovers, the sexual attraction had always faded but with her it had intensified and grown in other directions. He couldn't understand it. Men were supposed to get bored when they were stuck with a single woman, weren't they? The melody on the stereo changed, its tempo speeding up into a dramatic, flowing piece. Her body responded almost unconsciously to it, the muscles under his hands firming up, the fingers on his arm began to move in tandem with the music. Outside, lightning flashed again, highlighting both their bodies in silver. His hands continued to stroke her side as she watched the rain start to fall. Then suddenly without a word, she flowed off him to get to her feet. Without a word or a backward glance, she walked to the windows to look out. He watched her for a moment before rising to join her. "You want to go play in the rain, don't you?" She smiled at that even as she continued looking out the window. "Can't. My hair is freshly washed. I'd rather die that have to go fix it again." Brand chuckled. "Talk about bad luck. Every time I can go frolicking in the rain, nobody wants to go with me. It's so sad. Everybody I know is too grown up for that." She turned to face him, an soft light in her eyes. "Can't you imagine kissing me in the rain?" she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him. "Then lying back to make love with the rain flowing down our faces.." "I can imagine the ticks and the bugs and the soggy ground," he answered in mock-seriousness as he rested his chin on the top of her head. "Not to mention the farmer that stumbles across us and chases us off his land." She whacked him across the hip, making him chuckle and pull her closer. "We'll do that someday.." he promised her softly. She started to sway against him, moving in time to the music. Taking her lead, he drew her close and matched his body to hers. Slowly they danced in the dark, the occasional deep bass rumble rolling over their heads reminding them that outside, time still marched on. He kissed her, deeply and earnestly. Their tongues met and mingled. She tasted like Chablis, rich and full bodied. Her arms slipped up his chest and around his neck as she deepened the kiss. One of his hands slid from her waist down to shape the curve of her rear, before lightly squeezing one cheek. The last lingering strains of the melody faded away and then there was the sound of the player whirring as it switched to another CD. Then another melody began. Mysterious, heart pounding and darkly erotic. Their lips parted as she pulled back in recognition. Enigma. The memories flashed through her mind. Another night, the same music, dancing to arouse, dancing to tempt. His body pressed against hers as they moved as one, getting wetter by the second. Her body arching back as he pressed his lips to her neck, all to the controlled eroticism of the music. Their bodies on the floor, his body between her legs. She was unbelievably wet, her panties soaked, light smudges of moisture on her thighs. He whispered into her ear how much he wanted to thrust into her as he ground his stiff shaft against her soft mound. She groaned aloud, her hips lifting up against him as she pictured it in her mind. Clothes came off, there was no waiting. His thick penis forged into her, spreading her walls as he pressed into her. Deep, deep penetration. That sensitive void in her that the head of his penis filled and stroked. "Sadeness" started playing and then there was only instinct. They moved to the beat, ebbing and flowing with the music like two mystical creatures. Deep satisfaction in the core of her being, growing with each forceful thrust. She was so wet that there was no friction at all. All she could feel was the thickness of his head sinking deep into her, rubbing the sensitive area there, tightening up her muscles until he was moaning softly with each thrust. Her thighs strained apart, trying to let him penetrate as deep as he could. Tension mounted, muscles hummed as she entered that moment when everything froze. And released when mindless pleasure crashed down on her. She arched back, a strangled cry on her lips as her legs tightened convulsively and her sheath began to throb in hot, rhythmic pulses. He lost control then. He couldn't help it. The look on her face. A hard, deep thrust, then another and his face was a mask of pleasure-pain as his body jerked violently on hers. He was seeing the same moment she was. She could see it in his eyes. He wanted that moment again. She could see that too. And her body was more than happy to comply. Taking his hand as they stood there by the window, she guided it up her leg, up under her nightshirt to the damp mound that waited for him. He took over with a sigh, one finger sliding under the sheer fabric to seek out her pleasure center. His finger slipped between her damp lips, spreading the wetness there as it found and lightly touched the soft bud that was half-hidden in her flesh. She sighed softly, relaxing against his body as his finger continued its delicate caresses. And the rain touched breeze continued to flow in around them from the half opened windows. They both sank down to their knees, his hand still buried between her legs. A light mist of droplets showered their bodies from the windows beside them. Darkness wrapped around them like a familiar lover, its light touch gracing their skin with occasional shadows. She parted her legs a little more so that he could get in closer. He leant forward and nipped her right ear gently. She shuddered, her body responding with a sudden flood of moisture. The tempo of his fingers intensified, urging her to leave her relaxed mood behind. One leg lifted to open her up completely to his touch. Her arms reached and wound around his neck as they knelt, pressed up against each other. And then he shifted slightly and sank one long finger into her. She groaned, a wonderful feeling of pleasure and surprise spreading through her lower body. His finger started to slide in and out slowly, with absolutely no resistance. "Oh God.." came a low voice in her ear. "You are so wet.." He sank his finger all the way into her again, this time with a little more force and a slight touch of possessiveness. He crooked his finger and rubbed the walls around it, searching for her sweet spot. And found it a moment later when she jerked convulsively up against him. He steadied her as he focused in on that sensitive spot. Her legs widened aggressively, spreading apart and urging him silently to move faster. He stroked her then, with increasing firmness, listening to every moan, feeling every shudder and every seductive move of her hips. Her muscles tightened, her arms locked around his neck as he pushed her a little closer to the edge. He could feel her body straining as she reached for her climax. More, a little more. Then he stopped, her fluids running down his lone finger and spreading over the back of his hand. She moaned, a slow sound of disappointment. But she knew perfectly well that the more she needed to come, the better it would be. His hands came up, pushing up her nightshirt into silken folds. It fell to the floor a moment later in a pool of ruby silk. He looked at her then, her eyes dark and sultry as the night, her nipples taut and straining, her breasts swollen slightly, inviting his touch. His palms filled with warm, heavy flesh as he lifted her breasts slightly and pushed them together. Her skin smelled of water and soap as he sank his face into her cleavage, the soft mounds caressing his cheeks. He traced a wet trail with his tongue to one taut nipple, then gently flicked it. She groaned, letting her head fall back as her fingers wound into his soft hair and held his head to her breast. She was so warm, he thought, so very soft. His lips slid around her nipple. A shivery wave of pleasure washed through her as she felt a warm warmth slid around her sensitive tip and then the steady, insistent tug of his sucking. Outside, lightning flashed again, outlining them momentarily in silver. The rain continued to patter on the deserted sidewalk below. Brand's tongue teased and tantalized her nipple until she was aching for more penetration. One of her hands slid down his body until it cupped the hard, heavy bulge in his jeans and began to caress it. Her touch was distracting, very distracting. Brand relinquished her nipple so he could better enjoy it. His zip slid down with a metallic rattle, a small hand slipped under his waistband and down to lightly stroke his stiff penis. Brand's control slipped a notch. He began wrestling with his jeans, silently swearing all the while as it caught around his knees, his ankles, his shoes, every possible place! Finally, he stood over her, the cool night air flowing over his bare skin, his cock standing out proudly from his body. A delicate hand wrapped around his shaft, another hand coming up to gently spread the moisture oozing from his tip all over his pulsing head. Brand's muscles tightened as the agonizingly light touch made him want more, made him want to thrust into her, to feel her tight warmth wrap around him and slide with delicious friction. And still, her fingers stoked him lightly. A wet tongue flicked the tip of his head. Brand groaned, silently pleading with her to continue. That clever tongue circled his head twice, letting the rasp of her tongue against his sensitized skin make him strain for more. Then another teasing flick that sent his penis bobbing in midair. She pulled back then, her dark eyes rising to meet his. She told him softly, that she needed to feel his thickness sink into her. Then she told him how she wanted it. Brand's penis surged as her soft, intense voice drew him a clear picture. His chest began to rise and fall rapidly as he came back down to his knees. She turned away from him to face the windows and then slowly, ever so slowly, she bent over, resting her elbows on the low window sill. Brand's eyes swept over the incredibly erotic picture she made. He reached for her buns, cupping them and then squeezing them together as he moved in closer. The night air kissed her cheeks with dampness, as the rain continued to fall outside her windows. Misty showers of droplets spread over her face, her shoulders and breasts as she waited in taut anticipation for his first thrust. She felt his blunt head probe at her entrance, spreading the fluids there to ease his entrance. And then an unbearably intense pleasure as he thrust slowly into her body, pushing her walls out of the way with his swollen cock. She groaned slowly, her head falling as the pleasure of his penetration seemed to rob her of her strength. She heard him moan through clenched teeth as he held himself in check. The mere sight of his shaft buried in between her buns was almost enough to send him over the edge. Instead, he forced himself to control it and began to move. In and out. His fevered eyes never moved as he watched his cock sink into her, her inner lips pulled outwards around his shaft on his outstroke and disappearing into her body on his instroke. He took firm hold of her hips as he began to pump a little faster. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure and the feeling of total control. He felt something brush against his balls as she reached under to finger herself. He heard her soft gasps and moans as the touch of her fingers intensified the pleasure of being penetrated. He opened his eyes then to look down at their joined bodies. The sight stimulated every dormant, primeval instinct in him. The animal in him tore loose. There was no control now.. He wanted to fuck her, and he did, bending down over her back for more thrusting power. His cock rammed into her repeatedly, sliding easily into her slick sheath. Soft, sucking sounds accompanied his thrusts, driving him even crazier with the knowledge of how wet she was. She was whimpering now, the motion of her fingers on her clitoris together with his unrestrained pounding was driving her wild. Her fingers flew on her clitoris as she abandoned the idea of delaying her climax. She needed to come. Her eyes flew open, glazing over as she felt something inside her trip. Brand wrapped his arms around her midsection to hold her close to him but she never even felt it. A deep cry began to build deep inside her as the tension within her coiled and tightened. And then the deep, pulsing waves that heralded her orgasm. Her taut muscles contracted slowly, her back arching slightly as pure, raw pleasure exploded through her. Brand felt her walls tighten around his plunging cock, then heard her cry out a split second before her muscles began to throb around him. The feeling was enough to send him over the edge. He rammed himself as deep he could into her, the sheer power of that thrust triggering the roaring pleasure of his orgasm. A triumphant cry ripped from his throat as he felt the deep waves of his fluid pump deep into her body. _______________ There is a sudden knock at the door. It jolts her back to reality with a jolt. She looks over at the closed door with a flash of concern. Her panties are wet and she can smell her arousal clearly in the air. Her hand drops from the keyboard as she calls out. "Come in." Brandon opens the door and steps into the room, glistening drops of water on hair and on his coat. "Hey, what's up?" "Oh, nothing." She minimizes her word processor. No need for him to see what she was writing. She slides off her chair and glides over to the bed, her jade green chemise glimmering in the lamp light. He watches her go, paused in the act of shrugging out of his jacket. She sits on the edge of the bed, before sliding back to lean elegantly against her pillows. Her eyes gleam in the dim light, darkly inviting. Brandon's coat hits the floor. "Hold that thought! I'll be right back," he throws over his shoulder as he goes for his toothbrush. A triumphant smile crosses her lips. As soon as Brand is out of the room, she bounds off the bed and back to her computer. "Sorry folks, writing is great but this will be a lot better." ================================================================================ Comments welcome at jash@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu ================================================================================