Her Breathing

She Breathes

Twilight

             Her eyes were fixed on the stars as a subtle breeze mussed her long, dark, hair. Each strand seemed to sparkle in the moonlight, as if she were the center of a surreal portrait, animated only by a trick of moonlight.

            She stood on the rooftop, her silk robe flowing in the wind, revealing soft tanned skin for none but the starlight to view. The light gray hue of the cloth gripped her thighs and hips with a smooth sensation, the hands of a gentle lover in the night. The robe parted, slightly, down to her stomach. The shape of her breasts seemed to mold with the silk, her nipples hardening as the air moved around her on this cool autumn evening.

            Her full lips pouted against delicate cheekbones, sloping up to her nose, perfect, and then to her large blue eyes. They were the color of the sea at the darkest hour, so clear yet clouded with mystery. She might’ve been able to see into any soul or win any battle with the look she could give.

            The ground beneath her was made of stone, however it looked as if it could just barely hold this vision of beauty in place. Her body was slender at five feet six inches, one hundred fifteen pounds. Her hips sifted into a tight ass and long legs. Her breasts weren’t large, but they were taut, the nipples pointing just upward.

            She leaned back against a pillar of stone, looking around.

            No one to the left, or to the right. She was alone.

            The rough surface of the building rubbed against her feet as she parted them, a bit. A smile curled upon her lips, her tongue darting out to wet them as she let her fingers and palms roll over her nipples. The silk seemed to exaggerate the touch, to make her writhe just a bit more.

            Her eyes scanned the terrace, again. No one watching. No one but her.

            She let the fabric of the robe move with her hands. Lower, her right hand moved. Downward to her most sensitive spot. A sigh escaped her throat as her fingernails graced the warmth of her clit, teasing it. Her other hand tugged at her breasts under the robe.

            Her eyes closed for just a moment, inhaling the night air as her middle fingertip slid between her lips along her wet slit. It had been only hours since she’d been touched, yet she needed more. She teased her pussy, sliding her finger in just a bit, and then out and back along the folds of her sex.

            Gooseflesh covered her, her body beginning to gyrate with need as she rubbed her mound with two fingers. She could almost feel her man’s cock gliding against her, moving into her, thrusting as he would. It didn’t matter, at this point, if it were his. She needed to feel it. She needed the passion, even if she had to find it in her own fingertips.

            A moan shot through the air as she moved her hips against her own hand. She was away from everything. Her body was taking over without warning as she stood there, legs spread wide, frigging her self for anyone to see, wishing someone would see.

            “Oh God,” she purred, “Yes.”

            Soft fingertips seemed to massage her entire being, from head to soul. It was coming. She was so close.

            Her head fell back, hair whipping through the night. Her eyes began to roll back as she pumped her fingers faster, hesitating from time to time.

            Her voice filled the void that silence had created as she let out a cry of pure pleasure. In her mind’s eye, she saw a big beautiful cock coming out of her, letting her see how hard it was.

            She leaned back, eyes closed, as her hand was pushed away, having it replaced by such a perfect lover. It thrust into her, deeper than she had ever felt, harder. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to know if this was all in her head. Faster he went. Harder still. Her feet being lifted off the ground by it. Strong hands squeezing the flesh of her ass and hips as her body was taken.

            She screamed in such ecstasy, her cunt being violated by this huge rod. Her robe fell down her shoulders as she braced, hands against stone. She felt a hand rubbing at her nipple, a tongue on the other. Hands were coming from all sides as she was ravaged, moving along her body with a strong lust. It felt so good to have all these hands on her.

            She shook, her hips exploding against his, her orgasm paralyzing her for a moment. Her breath vanishing from her lungs.

            Her eyes opened.

            She looked at the stars, again, her body a vision of loveliness for only the night to view.