Lunar Eclipse

Lunar Eclipse

It was past midnight. A near full moon hung ripely and serenely in a clear sky perforated with tiny stars that almost seemed to wink in complicity when looking directly at them. The two had been inside talking of all sorts of things: of their childhoods; of previous friendships and relationships; of their disappointing experiences of marriage; of the religious beliefs of family members; of their adult offspring; and of their present hopes and dreams, which are similar, and yet fundamentally different. Now, as they had playfully arranged just minutes previously, the woman that he loved beyond all capacity for him to measure or quantify, yet, sadly, whom he could only meet occasionally, left their overnight accommodation ahead of him and walked toward the nearby beach. He watched her from the eleventh-floor motel window with adoration, admiration, affection and desire as her figure alternatively came into view, lit briefly with gold by a street light, then was partially lost in shadow for a few steps before being set aglow again by the next suspended electric lamp.

When his beloved had disappeared from sight for the last time, it was his turn to leave the room and follow. Down on the street, there was no sign of her ahead. And no one else was about either. He walked on, westward, toward the beach some two hundred metres away, wondering where he would find her, anticipating what they might do alone at that hour in that place.

Within minutes, he had reached the bitumen path that runs north-south along the esplanade. Still there was neither sight nor sound of his lover. Which direction would she have taken? Straight down onto the sand? To the right, along the path a little, and then toward the gently murmuring sea? Or to the left and then onto the beach? He hesitated, trying to predict how she might have thought? But it was impossible to know. There were no apparent reasons for choosing one of the three possibilities over the others. Privacy could have been a determiner, yet there was no appreciable difference in that regard between the three ways.

And, so, he began scouting for more clues or even a glimpse of his friend. He ventured some steps straight down onto the sand and peered into the semi-darkness in all directions. Nothing. No one. Back to the path and northward he walked, to the next gap in the seaside flora, to repeat the exercise. Not a soul. Returning to the path, his heart beating somewhat faster, he walked now southward with more purpose, past the first gap he had chosen and stealthily through the next that he came to. This time, although at first his eyes picked up no signs of a human presence, he suddenly noticed, just above the top of some low bushes, the familiar outline of his love’s hair catching what light there was from the moon. He approached her slowly and quietly, stopping a moment after every two or three steps. She seemed not to have seen or heard him as she sat silently and statue-like, looking out to the dark waters of the gulf.

With no reason to hesitate any longer, he now moved boldly toward her into her peripheral vision and, as she glanced, smiling, in his direction, he said in character of their delightful little role-play:
“It’s a beautiful evening. May I join you? Or would you find that threatening?”

“Oh, gosh! That’s a bit forward, isn’t it? But why not? It is truly a very lovely evening and I would enjoy someone’s company to share it with. You look like a decent sort. Come and sit down on this rock.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your trust.”

With those words, and the act of sitting down close beside the woman, anticipation suddenly mounting, their charade abruptly ended. For the nearness they actually shared, not only in space and time, but also in relationship – not just this mere, and familiar touch of their bodies, their arms and their legs as they now sat alongside each other – sent their levels of arousal soaring. Although they were neither a couple, nor having an affair, they regularly enjoyed such close physical proximity as secret lovers, and they both knew where it would inevitably and happily lead.

His right arm instinctively moved behind her back to encircle her waist as his left came to rest across her upper thighs and their faces turned toward each other, lips first brushing teasingly, then opening hungrily to the other. Their kisses were no mere pecks. They were not polite, familial expressions of blood ties. They were signals to each other of their mutual and burning desire to have the other in every way possible, to devour the other in a flaming fire of passion. They were thrilling, exciting, delicious kisses. They were confirmation of the deep connection at every level that these two uniquely shared. Without such a full connection of emotions and minds, two people could not possibly want each other physically with such intensity, nor with such urgency; could not crave oneness so pressingly. This was about far more than two bodies wanting orgasmic release. These kisses were the best initial means of communication for a man and woman wishing to go beyond the conversation of trusted friends, to express something more that was extremely special between them.

And, so, they kissed at length – mouths, tongues, lips fully animated, uniting the two people in the first phase of their lovemaking. How much this man enjoyed her taste and the lively response of her tongue to his own tongue’s explorations.

However, it was not only their mouths that were active. Their hands, too, were roaming, touching, feeling and finding places that brought increasing pleasure to both. Already, they were totally lost in each other. A crowd of onlookers could have gathered on the beach silently to watch, and the two lovers probably would have been oblivious!

On top, she was wearing one of his favourite blouses of hers, a floral-patterned, Belgian one, with a black background, buttoned, but open at the neck. Below, all she had to cover her nakedness was a plain black skirt. Perfect colouring and attire for her long, chestnut hair and bright, brown eyes. He, too, on this balmy summer’s evening, had dispensed with underwear of any kind, wearing just denim jeans and a shirt of blue to match his eyes.

No wonder that their fingers and the palms of their hands were easily finding bare skin to delight both the one touching and the one being touched. The multiplying sensations of pleasure were already beyond adequate description.

For a minute or two, they rested their mouths and connected instead through their eyes. As they looked deep into each other’s hearts, as it were, he began with trembling fingers to unbutton her blouse from the top down. Did she want this he asked her with his eyes? Her eyes, rivalling the twinkles of all the stars overhead, replied with an emphatic “Yes! Yes, I do so want this!”

Finally, he had managed to release all six buttons and the two edges of her blouse hung free like slightly parted curtains that beckoned him to see what lay beyond. His heart was racing now, his pulse able to be felt in every square centimetre of his body. Consequently, it was impossible for him to steady his hands as he took both curtains and drew them aside slowly.

“Ahh!” he gasped involuntarily. The mere sight of his lover’s flawless, lightly tanned breasts before him took his breath away completely – as they had the very first time that he had unveiled them five or more years ago; and the way they had always done since, without fail.

“I tell you this nearly every time”, he whispered. “Yours are the most perfect breasts in every way possible!”

The rounded, pale clean fullness of her twin orbs easily eclipsed the beauty, and power to attract attention, of the single and incomplete, flat disc that was hanging in the starry sky above the water. And then…the jewels in the crown! The pièces de résistance! He had exposed her nipples, her delectably erect buds, to the night air, and more importantly to his tongue’s access.

With one deft movement, accompanied by a deep, involuntary intake of breath, his gentle hands were suddenly, yet lightly moulded to her bare bosom, and his mouth had landed softly, first on one, and then the other, of those two delightfully captivating focal points. And as she began to moan and sigh with pleasure, his hands squeezed and stroked and massaged each perky breast more firmly, while his lips and tongue played ever more vigorously with her excited nipples.

“Oh, how I want you! All of you!” he cried.

At those words, his beloved took advantage of his self-interrupted lovemaking and pushed him firmly backwards onto the sand in order to rip open his buttoned shirt and plant her ravenous mouth on the tinier, but no less sensitive, peaks on his chest. As she knew it would, her attention to this part of her lover’s anatomy elicited a loud groan of gratification followed by boyish chuckling. He was so predictable!

“What pleases you, my darling, brings me equal and more enjoyment”, she whispered. And with that, he lay back in a sheer state of bliss and utter contentment as her lips and tongue delighted him, sending the equivalent of little electric currents from those two insignificant buttons throughout his whole body.

A full minute or two passed in this way before two minds and two bodies responded alike and they fell to wild and passionate kissing of mouths and faces and necks, finally to focus on the first. Their tongues danced and wrestled with each other so urgently, so ardently, the lovers could scarcely draw breath. It was as if they wanted to consume each other. And this passion was only intensified as their hands roamed and caressed each other’s bare skin and they spoke words that they speak to no other.

“It seems so long, my dear, since we last were together.”

“I know. Far too long. But it’s only been three weeks this time.”

“Darling, you know I don’t do this with anyone else, don’t you? You are the only one!”

“Yes, my sweet. Nor do I. I have no desire to be intimate like this with any other person. You are the only one who holds my heart.”

Without losing their focus on each other, they fumbled to help themselves completely discard their clothing and use the various items as their “bed sheet” between them and the sand. What an indescribable sensation it was for his manhood to be at last set free from the confines of his jeans and become yet another means, the most sensitive of means, of his feeling her closeness as it touched and bounced against her thighs, lower abdomen…and vulva. Suddenly, she was holding it, running her hand lightly along it, feeling its length and stiffness. How it stretched and strained, under her loving touch, to find its way home!

But before giving it rein, he moved downwards on his lover’s body and buried his face between her thighs, where his tongue found another familiar playground. How he relished the experience of imagining what he was actually doing as he used his lips and tongue to find and identify the different parts of the flower whose nectar he was drinking. There were the moistened petals to the sides, of course, and slightly off-centre, reached by the upward sweep of his tongue, was that glorious, undoubtedly now glistening, pink bud, becoming ever-more erect, and easy to find. How they both revelled in the awareness of their rapidly escalating arousal, produced by this very intimate act, which was but a prelude to the main event. Suddenly, a little gasp escaped her lips as her body involuntarily shuddered with a wave of pleasure.

As sensations mounted again, becoming momentarily too quickly intense for her, she reached for her lover’s face and brought her lips again to his. Kissing was - for both of them, happily - the preferred lingua franca before, during and after their consummation.

The more they kissed and frantically caressed each other’s entire bodies, including all the crevices of mystery that the human body offers the lover on tour of his favourite destination, the tighter they grasped one another, the closer they pressed their bodies together. But still they had not joined themselves fully. They were climbing the mountain and had got close enough to the top to be enjoying magnificent views already. But they knew from previous trips that when they reached the summit there would be no comparison!

“Oh babe, I want you. I want you so badly! I cannot get close enough to you!”

“Darling, you make me so wet. I want to hold you so tightly. It’s as if I can’t get enough of you. I need you inside of me!”

Suddenly, she broke away from him.

“I want you to do doggie,” she exclaimed with a cheeky smile, flipping herself around and offering him the most exquisite of views.

The openings before him, and their surrounding landscape, were pristine and, oh, so inviting! However, neither of the two lovers had any particular desire to use a pathway other than that which had naturally evolved for such excursions into paradise and the continuation of the species. That is not to say, though, that they did not appreciate, or even indulge in, the pleasures and delightful sensations associated with touching and exploring the whole of this nether region of the human body. He had already been transporting them both to a higher level of heaven a few moments earlier as his fingers ran the length and depth of the crack between her bottom cheeks and played at the more minor of the two entrances.

Now, it was time to directly approach her main gateway and tap at the tiny doorbell with his magic wand. It was all he could do to restrain himself, after that simple action, from plunging straight in to satisfy his own desires. Yet, he managed somehow to suppress the violent urge driving him toward that course. Instead of penetrating in a rush, he used amazing self-control to tease his lover by allowing his penis to touch and “sniff” the alluring scent of her partially hidden, beautiful petals before gently probing the centre of this most mysterious and captivating of flowers. Slipping it in slightly deeper, he immediately began withdrawing it slowly. The sensation for both of them, as he repeated this action a number of times, each time going a little deeper, was mind-blowing. More than anything, she loved the feeling of him inside her and craved the manly thrusting and release that were now getting closer and closer. As for him, he was almost being driven mad by the intensity of exquisite pleasure he was experiencing at the tip of his iron-hard rod, combined with the more general feelings of arousal as his lower abdomen pressed in against her soft, silky smooth bottom cheeks.

Again, as if one in mind and body, the two “doggies” decided upon their next joint move, which was to become “missionaries”. With a break of mere seconds in their passion, they separated and re-joined, with him now above her, their faces close together and their souls linked through their eyes. Lower down, he was preparing his key, which for several years now had equally belonged to her, to slide gradually and fully into the beautifully formed keyhole of the locket between her lovely legs. For some time, the lovers had taken the view that this key and this locket were designed for each other; that they were, so to speak, of one piece.

All of a sudden, their mouths were sealed as one at the lips, their tongues writhing excitedly and juicily together within the shared space. And their bodies pressed hard against each other, arms holding torsos tightly, while her legs parted to invite his second entrance. Deep inside her, he slid, his sword of love soon buried to the hilt in her perfectly matching sheath. As her legs stretched outward and upward and closed firmly around her man, they looked again into each other’s eyes, whispering their most endearing words saved exclusively for each other. Then they began their prostrate, rhythmic dance – he gently, yet firmly, thrusting in and out the full length of her love canal; she alternately squeezing and releasing his manhood, bringing it to its absolute greatest length and fullest girth. The feelings they were now experiencing were amazing and wonderful, thrilling and exhilarating beyond words. Nevertheless, they both tried to express something of their joy as they drew breath from their deep kissing.

“I just love having you inside me like this.”

“And I love being here. There is no place I’d ever rather be. This is home for me!”

“Keep on thrusting. You are so hard! I love your thrusting. I want all your cum. Give me all of your cum.”

“I will babe. I want you to have it all. Every single drop. I want you to have all of me.”

“Yes, give me all your cum. I want all of you. I feel so close to you when you cum inside me.”

The crescendo was building too rapidly now and was unstoppable. In an instant, the music of their lovemaking seemed to break and burst and spill into the most magnificent of resolutions, their very souls set free, as it felt to them both, and transported together heavenward on the most enchanting and harmonious of “spiritual melodies” that can be produced by lovers so truly united in their skilled playing of each other.

Replete, relaxed and totally satisfied in the deepest parts of their beings, the woman and the man, lay joined, almost motionless and mostly speechless a full ten minutes or so, simply holding and gently kissing one another with deep affection. She continued to be a very willing host to his softened, but still interested, manhood, which twitched now and again with pleasure in its snug, secure home.

“I can’t believe it, my sweet! Our lovemaking just seems to get better and better!! That was absolute, pure magic!”

“For me, too, darling. You are my perfect lover. You satisfy me completely. I feel fulfilled in every way by our lovemaking. You make me feel so good!”

“The feeling is definitely mutual my dearest. You are my absolute treasure.”

Eventually, hand in hand, still feeling a powerful current pass back and forth between them, they began to walk leisurely and deeply contented in every way back to their room, where each suspected that the flames of their ardour could easily and quickly be rekindled! If they had looked more closely at each other there in the darkness, each would have seen a smile on the other’s face – a smile that seemed to communicate: “I feel so secure and happy in this person’s presence. I never feel like this with anyone else.”




CODA: Words from the song by Eric Clapton, “Wonderful Tonight”.

And then I tell her,
as I turn out the light,
I say, “My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh, my darling, you were wonderful tonight”.