June 2020

Peter Baltensperger

If the night had been any darker, Tina Marie would have needed the night-vision eyes of a cat just to recognize herself. As it was, she was barely able to hear her footsteps in the grass, feel the fierce wind on her bare skin. She was wandering aimlessly around a countryside she didn’t know, waded across a river she couldn’t feel, skipped some stones across a lake she couldn’t hear. She would have liked to follow the stones, submerse herself in the unknown and find herself somewhere else, but she couldn’t bring herself to face that kind of self-awareness. Instead, she just stood still by the shore of the lake, shivering, her arms wrapped around her breasts, she didn’t know why or how.

To her surprise, and relief, a man came wading out of the water, dripping with lake, detached himself from the darkness. She inhaled his fragrance as he came towards her, wished his erection inside of her to give her a purpose, the possibility of a direction to warm her skin. He knew immediately who she was, where she belonged. As soon as he was out of the water, he wrapped her into his arms, shared his body heat with her, his scents. She breathed a sigh of contentment, even though she was hardly aware of much more than his eyes, her oasis in the wilderness.

The man lifted her up in his arms, carried her to a hollow in the land, put her down in the grass. She was already full of his erection, covered in his aura, but she moaned deeply when he let himself down on her like a welcome blanket, penetrated her slowly, filled her, filled her. She became him as she spread her legs wider and wider to suck him all the way into her, complete herself in the darkness. Her breasts were already in his hands, quivering, her nipples firm and big between his fingers, then in his mouth, his lips sucking her offering, his tongue. She slowly began to recognize the landscape for what it was, listened to her stones skip across the lake.

She gasped when he suddenly withdrew from her, left her a gaping emptiness, let go of her breasts. But then he was between her legs, licking her thirstily, and she became herself again. His tongue was all over her, into her, his lips sucking at her dark well, bringing her back from the abyss. She moaned into the darkness, felt the wind grazing her exposed nipples, heard the night rub against her breasts. Nothing else mattered, not even who she was, or where. She had nowhere else to be, her whole body shuddering as it was, her mind numb and ecstatic all at once.

She took her turn to withdraw herself from him, found his erection in the dark, took him into her mouth. His skin tasted lake-fresh inside of her, his glans slightly salty when she pulled back his skin with her lips. She caught the first delicious droplets of his aromatic emanation with her tongue, then ran it over and around his exposed tip, sucked deliriously at his firmness, another way to be filled, fulfilled. She heard the landscape sigh with her hunger, the darkness shiver with her lust, her mouth exquisitely full. The close proximity of the lake wafted over her as she lost herself in her possession, licked and sucked her fill.

She let him go, straddled his face and lowered herself until her labia touched his lips, then bent over him on her elbows to take his erection back into her mouth, a tandem of delectable ecstasy. The darkness enveloped them as they sucked and caressed each other, she from above, he from below, their breaths coming more quickly in rhythm with the wind. She rubbed her breasts against his belly, for balance and variety, her nipples swelling against him. He grabbed her buttocks as she held on to his thighs, pulled her into his mouth, her labia quivering with excitement, her lips and her tongue frantic on his luxuriant erection.

She let the darkness take over as she climbed off him only to straddle his hips, her legs spread wide in renewed expectation. Sitting up straight on top of him, she lowered herself slowly, ever so slowly, until her labia touched his glans, dripping with excitement in the wind. She heard him groan and she sighed ecstatically as she let herself slide over his erection, took him inside on her own terms, shuddered to his second, equally exciting entry into her cave. She tightened her muscles around him until she could feel him twitch and expand and she cried her pleasure into the wind as she filled herself up again, made the darkness hers.

With the lake murmuring near them, she lowered herself on her elbows until her breasts fell into his hands again, then started to move slowly up and down on him. The night kept revolving as they began to thrust against each other, her breasts firmly in his hands, her nipples at their largest and most sensitive, her receptacle dripping with excitation. And then it was merely a matter of overcoming the darkness, take a deep breath of the cool wind, and let their bodies rush through their orgasmic completion. They screamed their ecstasy into the night as their excitement reached its pinnacle and they tumbled down the other side together, fell apart exhausted and fulfilled.

After lying in the grass for a while, the man rose without having said a word and walked away. Tina Marie could hear him splash back into the lake and she was alone again with the night and herself. It took her some time to gather herself together and walk down to the lake herself. She skipped a single flat stone across the surface, a final gesture to the darkness and the night.