July 2021

Solstice

by Claudia Morgan

The girl stood in the dark and watched the moon shining through the trees. She’d unscrewed the globe light on the deck so that nothing but the moon and the occasional flash of her neighbor’s motion lights would distract her. The air was heavy with the scent of honeysuckle and fresh cut grass. She leaned against the brick behind her and listened to her neighbors moving below her. Someone calling a dog to come back another moving the trash cans to the curb. The normal sounds on any street, any city. There was also the slow rustle of the wind through the trees and the steady chirp of crickets.
The air was hot gluing her black gauze dress against her skin. She moved her hand against her thigh slowly and felt a trail of moisture left from the heat of her palm. She closed her eyes and felt a moth flit close, like a breath against her skin. She let her hand roam lightly up her thigh, her other hand closing gently on her breast. Below her, she could hear voices low and murmuring. A dog barked, a car started. The streetlights hummed.
Her hand was cool against her skin. Underneath the almost sheer dress she wore nothing. She liked the way the light cotton clung to her in the heat. She liked the feel of the ribbing at her shoulders and waist. She pulled at the drawstring on the bodice and ran her hand inside. Her breasts, full and tight, responded to her touch. Her nipples drew themselves upright and she sighed. She let one hand drop and ran it up her leg to the center of herself. She let her fingers brush over the coarse hair on her pubis and them she delved inside with one finger and then two. She moaned as she found the sweet spot and began circle it with her fingertips. First lightly and then hard. Her hips rose to match the pressure.
She could hear her lover inside, through the open window. She pushed her fingers harder. Beneath her the world moved on. She could hear, barely, the sound of an animal in her garden and the flicker of a sprinkler turning on. As her movements became more urgent, she clutched her breast and moaned. Her hand grew slick, as did her thighs. She moved her back against the brick wall rhythmically and the gauze of the dress caught against its roughness pulling the neckline down lower. When she reached her climax, she stifled a small scream and it came out like a growl—primal and raw. She removed her hand when she felt the last shudders pass. Not bothering to tie her dress’ bodice, she let her skirt drop and went inside.
He was in the bathtub. She could hear the splash of water and the sounds of a book’s pages being turned carefully. She turned and walked toward the bathroom. The house was dark, the one lit room a beacon. Her bare feet made no sound on the wooden floor. She pushed open the door and the hinges moaned. He looked up—wet, surprised, his book held high above the water. "I thought you were in the garden," he said. She didn’t speak. Instead she walked over to the tub and took the book from him. She laid it on the sink counter and sat straddle-legged on the edge of the claw-footed tub—one leg on cold linoleum, the other braced on the tubs rim. The skirt of her long black dress fell into the water and fanned out like hair.
She pulled the skirt from the space between her legs where it had settled and felt the cold edge of the tub slide into her cunt. She dropped the rest of the skirt and let is float in the water billowing over his legs. "You’re getting wet," he said fingering the skirt’s dark fabric. She leaned over his knees and licked the head of his penis. He gasped and let go of the skirt. She licked her lips like a cat and settled back down on the cold porcelain. He reached up her leg and under the still dry part of her skirt. When his finger probed her naked sex he shuddered in surprise. "It was hot outside," she said sliding off the edge and into the tub.
Her wet skirt dragged around her as she kissed him fully on the lips, sucking his lower lip and running her tongue over his teeth. His wet hands rubbed her breasts pushing her nipples through the thin and now drenched fabric. He moaned and she pulled the bodice off her shoulders. Slowly, she pulled the wet folds of her skirt away from her and settled inches from his cock on her knees. The steam from the hot water curled around them frizzing her hair. She leaned down and worked on his distended cock with her mouth, her long black hair cascading in the water and covering his thighs. He moaned low and gutturally and pressed his hand hard against the cold tile. Steam rose around them.
She looked up, her long hair clinging to her almost naked breasts. Slowly she moved up til she was straddling him and with a gentle push took him inside herself. She moved slowly and water oozed over the edge of the tub onto the tile. She closed her eyes and then opened them her head thrown back, riding high on his cock. Through the window, the moon shown bright and pale. Leaning forward she found his mouth and they locked together as they thrust. The hot water surrounded them and moved with their rhythm.
Their intensity increased and he reached up, pulling the dress completely down to her waist. His hands dug into the skin of her back as he guided her thrusts. She leaned her head back as she climaxed and moaned, her contractions causing his orgasm to come fast and hard. He threw his head back, hitting it hard on the tile. The girl laughed and rose up off his now-deflating cock. She pulled the sopping dress from her and let it land on the floor with a smack.
Outside the window the full moon shone brightly. Clouds obscured the stars. The girl leaned forward on the window ledge, pulling her wet hair out of her face. Behind her, she could hear him getting out of the tub. Silently, he pressed himself against her back. "You’re wet," she said. "So are you," he murmured. She pointed at the moon with one finger and he smiled into her hair. "I see the moon," she said. "And, the moon sees me," he finished. She turned and kissed him lightly on the lips. Outside, the breeze blew through the trees and the clouds shifted showing a bright field of stars.