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By The Electric Monk (address withheld)


I never knew her real name, so I call her June after the month I first met her.

It was a hot month, hot enough to be August, and I was working at The Lake, repairing the dock. When the heat got to be too much, I tossed some beer on the raft and poled out the quarter mile to the rock I call "The Island." It's so small that no one bothers with it, so I enjoy going there for the quiet.

I tied the raft to one of the ring of bushes that grows in the thin soil at waters edge, got out of my clothes and into the water. A few refreshing minutes later, I climbed back out, grabbed the beer and a beach towel, and went up on the rock. I set my stuff down in the shade of the island's one tree, and drank a can. Secure in the privacy of my little spot, I dozed off.

Shortly, something woke me, and I opened my eyes. I blinked hard, thinking I was still dreaming; for there stood the most magnificent looking woman I had ever seen, quite as naked as I, and apparently totally unconcerned about it. She was blue-eyed and dark blonde, stood about five-seven, slender and with firm muscles. Her waist was small, almost tiny, with wellrounded hips below a firm flat stomach. Her breasts were, well, perfect. Neither large nor small, firm rounded cones crowned with dark pink jewels just made to kiss.

She was smiling, and looking at me very openly and frankly. Then she said, in a soft voice with just a hint of some kind of accent, "You are very beautiful."

Now. I'm not ugly, I admit, but nobody would mistake me for a movie star, and absolutely no one had ever accused me of being beautiful before! And to hear those words coming out of such a face and figure as hers! I'd like to tell you I replied with something clever, but I was just thunderstruck.

"May I join you?" she asked, seating herself on the beach towel facing me.

"Of course." I replied. "Would you like a beer?"

"Thank you," she said, nodding.

I opened two cans and passed her one. A few moments passed sipping the beer, while I tried to regain my wits.

I was getting an erection despite the embarrassment and despite trying not to.

"Oh! You like my body," she said, smiling again, "It is all right. I like yours, too. You have a very nice one."

This last she said looking squarely at my by now throbbing manhood.

She sipped again from the beer, then leaned forward and left a quick, brushing kiss on my left nipple. Her lips were still cool and moist from the drink, and the sensation brought shudders up and down my spine. I reached out to take her head in my hands to kiss her, but she was up and on her feet in one quick, graceful movement.

"I must go now," she said with that smile, and with just a hint of a wiggle of her round, dimpled ass, was off toward the lake side of the Island.

"Wait!" I called. "What's your name? Where are you staying?"

I ran after her, only to see her climb into a kayak, and paddle off. About a hundred feet out she turned and blew me a kiss. I stood like an idiot and watched the kayak until it passed round a point and disappeared.

I went to the store, the deli, the gas station, anywhere a person might go, but no one had seen anyone like that.

The man at the deli winked at me and said "Ja, sure I vatch for dis Blonde of yours. I find out for you."

But a week went by, and for all my detective work, it was as though I had dreamed her. And dream of her I did!

Then one late afternoon, I walked out on the dock, and I saw a light on the Island, like a small fire winking in the light breeze. I was on the raft and poling in a flash.

I arrived at the Island, tied up, and almost ran up the rock. She was there, adding twigs and dry grass to a tiny fire. I saw how cleverly the fire had been built in a hollow of the rock. It could only have been seen from my direction.

She was wearing a loose checkered shirt and shorts, and looked as magnificent as she had that other afternoon.

"Hello," I said. "I've been looking for you."

"I know. Come sit with me."

She patted a space on the rock, and pointed behind her. "I brought some things. I can stay longer this time."

I looked where she had pointed, and saw a blanket spread on the sun-warmed stone, a picnic basket, a bottle of wine and two glasses standing in the shade.

We sat close to each other and talked for a while, though each time I tried to ask about her her name, where she was staying she would change the subject.

At last she smiled her special smile and said, "All these questions! Come, let us eat and drink."

With that, she got up with her quick, graceful fluid motion and walked to the blanket. Here she opened the basket and produced a load of bite-size fried things like tempura. I opened my mouth to say something, and laughing, she popped one in.

I joined the fun and stuffed one in her mouth.

She handed me the wine bottle and corkscrew.

It was one of my favorites. I opened the bottle and ceremoniously poured.

She touched glasses and murmured, "To us, and to now."

I sat with my back against the tree, and she slid over and leaned her back against my raised knees, half facing me. She pulled the basket closer, and took another item and put it to my mouth. I half took it and leaned forward to offer her a share. She leaned up and bit the offered piece. Our lips met, and lingered a moment before she drew back and chewed.

She lifted her hand to my face and drew the outline of my mouth. I seized her little fingers with my lips and eagerly kissed and sucked them.

With her free hand she began to draw little circles around my nipples and to trace the outline of my ribs. Even through the material of my tee-shirt the sensation was delightful!

I reached for her chin and drew her to me. This time she didn't draw away, but brought her face to mine with softly parted lips.

I traced her lips with my tongue, then gently explored her mouth. It tasted cool and sweet. Then her tongue found its way into my mouth. I sucked it ever so gently, and she moaned softly.

My left hand played with her soft, long hair and with her ears, and stroked her back, and eventually found its way to her right breast. The soft cotton of her shirt did little to hide the firm, yet yielding texture of that delightful handful. She began to hum again.

I found and opened the top buttons of her shirt, and slowly began to trace a line down from her neck with my fingers. She took my hand in hers and pressed it firmly under her shirt.

I can't describe the texture of her skin the most incredibly delightful feeling. I gently cupped the object of my attention in my hand, kneading it, then squeezed and stroked the jewel that crowned it.

While I was busy with that, her deft hands had pulled my tee-shirt up under my arms and were stroking my chest and back bringing me goose-flesh and chills.

When finally we parted from the long kiss, we were both pumping air like just-surfaced divers.

I made to pull my tee-shirt off, but she cried, "Wait! Let me," so I stopped.

Ever so slowly and gently, she pulled it off my arms and over my head, in the process planting wet kisses on my chest and neck.

She smiled that smile of hers, and I knew it was an invitation. So with equal slowness I undid the remaining buttons of her shirt, and very deliberately exposed her twin delights.

I lightly kissed the tip of each in turn, then slowly drew the shirt off her shoulders.

She put her arms around my neck and drew us together until her breasts were brushing my chest, then slowly drew them back and forth against me while I kissed her neck and ears.

Then I kissed my way down her chest to the valley between her perfections, and worked my way up to her now firm nipples. These I gently sucked, licked and pulled with my lips, watching them pucker and strain to grow ever more.

She was moaning softly again.

Then she undid my belt buckle, and popped the snap of my jeans. Ever so slowly she pulled down the zipper, her fingers tracing lightly across my confined manhood.

I could hardly contain my eagerness, but somehow I equalled her deliberateness in undoing her shorts. Half seated as we were, the garments would not come off, though, so laughing, I got up and removed the remaining clothes from my body, and she hers.

"So," she said, "we are as we were when we met."

The sword of my manhood was standing in full salute to her beauty, standing an arms length away, examining me with that frank, open gaze I had first seen that other afternoon.

This time it was I who murmured, "You are beautiful!"

"It is very exciting to see how your body likes mine," she breathed, and stepped toward me with her sensuous lips slightly parted, her face lifted for a kiss.

I drew her to me, and lightly brushed her lips with mine. The tips of her perfect breasts touched my chest, and my spear was brushing the inside of her thighs. She put her arms around my waist and began to brush my back with the tips of her fingers.

Gradually the pressure of our kiss increased until our bodies were pressed together, and our tongues working feverishly at each other. Her hands grasped my buns and squeezed hard, crushing me against her body.

When we parted, we were gasping for air once more, our inner furnaces in flames. I licked and kissed my way down her neck, pausing to nibble her ear. I continued down her chest, and, cupping her delightful breasts in my hands, squeezed them together until I could lick both nipples at once.

Then, keeping a hold of those wonderful globes, I kissed my way down to her navel. Truly the jewel so highly prized in Arabian writing, I thrust my tongue into it, and sucked it gently. She worked her fingers through my hair and shivered lightly.

With my face pressed against her belly, I became intensely aware of the extremely erotic personal perfume of her arousal. It was intoxicating, and my fires rose to a fever pitch.

I kissed my way down the softly rounded mound of her belly toward its source, sliding my hands down her waist and hips and around to the delightfully rounded cheeks behind.

I nibbled and kissed at her thighs, her belly, and pulled at the curly fur of her love nest with my lips. So soft! I blew a gentle stream of air at her down, and she shivered once more, humming a low moaning sound almost like a purr.

I looked up at her, and the light of the setting sun had turned her skin a golden color. She looked like a bronze statue of a goddess, perhaps Diana the Huntress, but alive, her chest rising and falling with her excited breaths.

We sank down so that we were kneeling before each other, and we kissed once more, melting together as though we could become one body through our joined mouths.

Her exploring fingers found their way to my throbbing stiffness, and her other hand cupped under my balls. She gently played with me, touching, stroking and squeezing, her fingers tracing around the crown, teasing out a "teardrop."

This she wiped from its "eye" with her fingertip, then carrying it to her lips, licked it away.

Then, holding each other closely, we sank down on the blanket. She continued her playful teasing, while covering my chest and belly with kisses, tickling me with her loose hair falling over me.

I turned my attention back to kissing and teasing her belly. Her back arched and her body pulsed with my attentions. Finally, with a small cry, her hands grasped my head and drew it between her parted thighs. I buried my face in the musk of her, the soft parting folds of her. I explored her with my lips, probed her with my tongue. I found the petals of the rose of her, and drew them into my mouth. I discovered the bud of the rose hiding in its little nest and kissed it, drawing it forth, covering it and circling it with my tongue. Her back arched and writhed, little cries bursting from her mouth. I drank of the nectar of the gods.

I paused a moment to look at her. Her skin seemed to be glowing, her beauty enriched. Then she drew up and looked in my eyes with that special smile. Her face was framed against the soft colors of the summer sunset. Would that I were a painter to capture that moment on canvas!

She drew my spear up in her hand then, and with purposeful slowness, placed a kiss on the point of it. She drew her tongue along its length, around the circle of its crown. She lingered to probe its one blind eye with the tip of her tongue, and then I was engulfed. I felt the cool of the evening breeze alternate with the warmth of her mouth. I became her ice cream cone, her toy. Several times I was brought to the brink, but she skillfully avoided my eruption. Despite the warmth of the evening I was shivering uncontrollably.

When I thought I could stand no more, she drew away, and lying full length over my body, covering my face with kisses, she whispered, "I want you inside me!"

"Oh, yes?" I asked, playfully.

"I want you deep in my body," she continued, "I want to be filled with you."

As she whispered, almost breathed this last, she moved up over me, straddling me like a horseback rider. Guiding my weapon with her hand, she rubbed it gently against the moist entrance to her tunnel of love. Then she slowly impaled herself, taking first just the head of my weapon, withdrawing slightly, then driving in an inch, withdrawing again, and so on in an inexorable slow plunge until my proud sword had disappeared.

Meanwhile, my hands, almost of their own volition, slid up her body, measuring her thin waist, counting her ribs, then up to embrace her twin cones of delight, and rolled the berries crowning them between thumb and forefinger. She slowly arched her back, pressing her breasts against my hands and deepening my intrusion into her body.

So we stayed for a long minute, coupled, not moving, letting our bodies savor each other. Then my sword, sheathed in the warmth of her scabbard, pulsed involuntarily.

"Mmm," she murmured. "That was nice! Do it again?"

I contracted my muscles so that my weapon jumped again within her, and her body answered, squeezing my lance within her.

"Uuhh. Can YOU do that again?"

She did. Then she smiled, and began slow rhythmic contractions, moving on me all inside, without any outward movement. Never had I felt anything like this before. My steel-hard instrument began to pulse in response, increasing the internal motion.

I raised my head and replaced my hand with my lips on the hard raisin of her right nipple.

"Ohhh," she sighed, "I like when you do that."

My hands went to her hips, where they guided her in a gentle thrusting while my mouth was busy kissing and sucking at the roseate haloed glories which she offered me in alternation.

Then she leaned forward, and kissed my mouth, her tongue entering me in mimicry of the sword within her. She slowly moved her tongue in and out. I received it eagerly.

Holding me clenched tightly within her, she extended her legs, one at a time, so she was lying full upon me. She brought her legs together, clasping me within, and pumped her hips gently.

Holding her tightly with my arms, I rolled over so that she was now beneath me.

Her hands began a dance on my back, and her feet slid behind my knees. I withdrew my weapon almost completely from her, and slowly teased at the entrance with slow, short thrusts.

"Mmmm, mmmm, ooooo," she murmured.

Then I plunged deeply, burying myself.

"OOhhhh!"

I repeated, setting up a three one rhythm. I began to nibble and lick her earlobe.

"Uh... More... Ohhh..." she panted. My own breath was labored.

Not wanting to bring myself to culmination yet, I paused, and as I did so, she drew her knees up beside my ribs. I drew her legs around till her calves were resting on my shoulders, then resumed. My plunges, aided by the new position, were probing new depths.

"Ooo...mmm...mmm...MMMM...OH!...OH!"

Her hands and feet began to flutter. Her belly contracting, her love tunnel became a furnace, heaving and convulsing. I pressed in deeply, mashing by pubic bone against her lovebud, the point of my spear throbbing deep within her.

"NNNNNNG!...MMMMMMM!...OHHHhhhh!...Oh!...Ooh!...H!...H! "

The depth of her orgasm was incredibly exciting. Her skin became radiant, almost glowing. Her eyes glazed. Her nipples erected so far they seemed to burst. Watching her, I was ready to trigger.

"Ohhh...Please...MMMMM...You too," she panted.

"No. Not (mmm) yet. I want (ahh) you to have (mm) another."

A few moments of inactivity.

Calmer. My internal fires subsiding slightly, I lifted one of her legs over my head, and turned her. Still coupled, we maneuvered so that she was kneeling before me, her magnificent buttocks raised toward me. I reached around and under her, one hand cupping a breast, the other finding her love button and gently stroking it. I renewed my rhythmic thrusts, which she answered by rocking back onto me.

One of her hands found the sac of my scrotum and began caressing my balls, gently squeezing them, her fingers stroking them.

I brought my hands to her back, scratching it gently. Then I moved them down, my fingers tracing her spine down to the valley between the dimpled globes of her rump, then to feel and squeeze the flesh of them.

I watched, fascinated, how our organs fit together. How her flesh wrapped around me, clinging to me on withdrawal as though reluctant to let go, then turning inward again. The sight was too much to bear.

My thumb strayed to caress and stroke the soft purplish pucker of her postern gate. It was wet with the overflow of her passion. I played with it, my fingers dancing lightly. She squirmed and moaned again, driving back onto me.

"Yes!...Ohhh...MMmmm..."

A red fire began somewhere in the small of my back, coursing down the nerve channels, striking my balls afire. Vaguely, through the hot red flush overtaking me, I knew she was cumming again.

"OOHHHHH!" she said.

"Gah! Nng! Ohhh!" I replied.

Again and again my cannons fired. I felt it would never stop. I was transported. There was no island, no world, there were only the two of us, sharing a rapture eternal.

Gently, and still coupled, we sank together onto the blanket, both face down, breathing as though the air had gone elsewhere, leaving us in vacuum.

When breath returned, I kissed the nape of her neck, her ear.

"Mmmm, don't stop."

"Not for a hundred years or so!"

She pressed her legs together, trapping my softening member within her.

"I didn't think it could be like that, first time," she whispered, almost to herself. "It's supposed to take practice, getting to know each other."

"That's what they say," I replied. "Perhaps there still is Magic in the world."

I kissed her shoulder. She giggled slightly.

"That's not fair. I can't kiss you, lying this way. But if we move, you will slip out, and I still want you inside me."

"Then be still and let me kiss you."

"But I can't see you either."

"It's getting dark, anyway."

"The moon has risen. It is nearly full tonight. It will be bright enough to see. Ah. See what your moving about has done. You have fallen out anyway. Let me turn over."

I let her.

She took my face in her hands and kissed me. I was holding myself up on my elbows, not to crush her, but she put her arms around me and hugged me hard.

She reached out and pulled the basket closer.

"I'm hungry, are you?"

"Yes, and thirsty. Where's the wine?"

We ate and drank, lounging closely together. I could not keep my hands from her body. Her breasts tantalized and drew me to them. She did not object, in fact enjoyed the attention.

I wondered how we could be so easily at home with each other, our first time together, and hardly knowing a thing about each other. I was astounded how it didn't seem to matter at all. I was content to be with her, to touch her delightful skin, to hear her voice, and just to be in her presence.

"I am filled with you." she said, after a while. "You are dripping from me, and making a mess! Do you always make so much?"

"No," I laughed. "You have drained me completely. An empty shell sits before you."

"Oh, no. That would be a shame. The night is so young..."

"Yes, 'and you are so beautiful.' Don't fret, I'll recharge!"

"Let's wash off in the lake." She sprang up and started for the water.

"Hey. We just ate. Come over here, there's a shallow place."

We splashed and played in the water like children, until the cold numbed our toes, and we walked back up onto the warm stone, drying in the light breeze.

"Have you 'recharged' yet?" she smiled, eying my stilllimp manhood.

"Doesn't look that way. I told you I was empty."

"Well. Let's see about that."