The Wind © by Susan McWhorter 1998
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THE WIND

by Susan McWhorter   aka ginsue

The wind blew the curtains out across the darkened room from the open french doors. She walked into the room wrapped only in a towel, that she dropped as she reached her bed. Stretching out across the bed she laid there and let the warm summer breeze dry the water from her freshly showered body.

She could see the full moon from where she lay and let her throughts drift, as she sighed and moved slightly to let the warm air dry the rest of her.

The breeze had picked up and now it was causing her to chill a bit. Noticable goosebumps were showing on her skin. Yet she never moved to cover up. Instead, she ran her hands down over her breasts and stomach and thought of lovers she had known, and that aroused her.

When she drifted off to sleep she would never remember. But, in her sleep came an urgent lover, calling her name, brushing back her hair, kissing her. Tiny sweet kisses on her face and lips. Fingers tracing down her throat, across her shoulders, and down her arms. Intertwining with her fingers and raising her arms up and above her head.

Somehow holding her arms there while, devouring her from head to toe. Kisses and an eager hot tongue taking her nipples into a wet and hungry mouth.

Tremors soon began to wrench her body as this power over-took her. She could not have escaped it had she tried. And, of course she did not. So consumed by this pleasure that she felt. She moaned as the fires of passion grew inside of her. Every inch of her was tuned to the urgency of her mounting desire. The excitement she felt continued to heighten. She could feel herself getting more anxious, wanting to reach that place where heavens gates would open and she would find her release.

She tossed and turned, but was unable to free herself from what held her down. Her wild passion was thrashing wrecklessly inside her. Her skin was on fire, her nipples hard and aching.

Finally, it was as though something exploded inside of her. A hot wash of desire and she met it with her own release. Wave after wave of erotic pleasure.

When she finally felt the weight of what had held her down slip away, she opend her eyes and laid there looking around. She could see nothing in the darkness.

She ran her hands over her breasts and jerked away from the tenderness she felt there. She ran her hands down her chest to her belly and felt the fullness there and the ache of having been filled so completely. Then her hands went down between her thighs and felt the wetness there, from having toppled over the edge. She smiled.

Had she been alone? Had someone, an unseen lover brought her over the edge? She looked out the french doors and noticed the curtains were now flowing out the doorway out into the darkness.

She smiled again, as she drew her cover up over herself. Had it been? Could it have been?

Had tonights lover, indeed been the Wind?