It was a fine summer evening, I walked along the path, well once familiar, nearly 2 years since my last visit, I thought of those 2 years, pain and sadness, betrayal of trust and suspicion, but that was past, and here I was, back at one of my favorite place, and no, the memory of her would not spoil that, nor rob me of the pleasure of the site.

I passed the line of hawthorns, through the 'kissing gate' no, no thoughts of the real kisses taken there in other times, on over the open moor, the hills in the distance purple in the late sun, mixing with the heather, here and there the yellow of gorse, the odor of 'coconut' from this bush strong in the air.

And then, there they were, still and gray, strong, unchanged by time it seems, unaffected by my emotional journey of sorrow, the stones, 9 in number, a magic number, tall and squat, the power still there as before, I remembered the day I had first brought her here, watched for the excitement in her face, to share with her my love of the place and to jointly feel the power of this ancient site, was there a shadow there that first time? Did I detect that she saw it as 'pretty' place, nice for a picnic, and that was all? If so I ignored it and thought we were complete.

The sun was touching the western hill, I stood in the middle of the circle, soaking up the power, feeling renewed, something I had not felt for 2 long years, I was in control, and my personal past was just that, the past!!

I walked to the westernmost stone, to lay a coin in the direction of the sinking sun.

I looked back, my heart sunk, a figure was walking into the eastern side of the circle, I wanted this to be for me alone, that’s why I was here so late, the figure walked into the middle of the ring, I noticed that the figure was a woman, a fine woman, with long hair and wonderful figure, a smooth complexion and full lips, she looked across at me and my heart plummeted to the ground and I caught my breath! The coin, my offering fell out of my hand onto the ground, unnoticed, she walked towards me, her legs making her dress swing, emphasizing the sheer 'womanliness' of her body, my heart thundered in my chest,

" Hello!" she said " a fine evening, could you tell me anything about the circle?" her lips formed perfect vowels but with an American drawl, my eyes devoured her face realizing that this was no ordinary meeting, and I felt it would have no ordinary resolution!

There was a long pause, I was fascinated by her lazy American drawl, by the way the lips pursed to pronounce those simple words, I was in fact, dazzled, " Urr'mmm I'm sorry " I stuttered, almost immediately cursing myself, for seeming like an archetypal Englishman, hesitant and dithering!! " The circle!" she repeated, " could you tell me anything about the circle?" her voice had a timbre about it, something primeval was happening here, I felt sweat break out on my brow and a tangible 'rise' in my nether regions! Something that had not occurred since my break up with Sarah.

" Oh, er, certainly " I began, at that point I dropped my map, she bent down, picking it up and returning it to me in one flowing motion, I found myself relishing the movement of her ample breasts under her shirt, the way the skirt material momentarily outlined her legs, " God, go on like this " I thought, " she will think I am a mad axe man! " " Its a late Neolithic henge with later Bronze Age stones encircling and enclosed by it " I droned, aware of my monotonous voice reeling out its facts, she asked more questions, showing a lively curiosity, some of the questions were informed, so I knew she had some reading of the subject, I pointed out that there was a second small circle some 300 yds away, she wanted to see it immediately, had not know there were two, was fascinated, could I show her it? I looked at the sun, it was well behind Corndon Hill, would soon be gone, " have you your car here?" " No " was the answer, she had been dropped of by a bus at Priestweston Church, seen the wall paintings, then walked over the hill to the circle, the bus was due to pick her up on the road near to Churchstoke at about 7.30, I had no watch, but the sun seemed to be saying it was later than that, I told her so, but she said no she had checked her watch only a while before hand, and she had at least an hour, we walked over to the smaller circle,

I told her what I knew of its history, the sun went down, she was so curious, her intelligent questions and open manner only served to further Captivate me, she had no sense of fear, being here on a lonely hillside in the dusk with a complete stranger, I offered to walk her to the road, my car was parked at the end of the track there, as we walked we exchanged information, how she was on holiday, she had wanted to come for so many years, the landscape was so beautiful, how excited she was, I suppose I was less communicative, but only because I wanted to hear her voice, to see her lips move, to watch her gestures, to see the wind blow her hair, I was disappointed when we reached the lane, and said so, rather awkwardly, she said she was as well.

She looked at her watch, a look of alarm crossed her face, " its stopped" she said, shaking her wrist, "oh my god! " "What time do you think it is?

" I went to my car, looked at the clock, nearly 7.55! We looked up and down the lane, no trace of a bus could be seen, hesitantly I said, "well I am renting a place at Leintwardine, you said you were in a B & B at Burrington? That’s only 3 miles away from where I am staying, let me give you a lift, you’re not going to be able to get a bus or anything else here tonight! " She looked long at me, did I detect some caution? If so I could not blame her, we had met only an hour previously, even though all my body chemistry was telling me it was half a lifetime ago! " Listen " she said firmly, " I wouldn't take a chance like this usually, but I don't know, you just seem alright, some one to trust, if you don't mind, would you? " " My pleasure " I smiled, and let her into my car, watching, feeling guilty as I did so, but still watching! How the skirt was pulled up, showing more of her legs, again, unbidden, I was aware of my body’s unequivocally male response to the sight and smell of her.

The drive took 25 min, I wish it had been 25 hours, she filled my senses, for the first time in 2 years I was enjoying another's companionship, when, towards her B & B, she told me how pleased she was that we had met, I felt that I had to blow caution to the winds, and asked how long she was staying in the area, " 2 weeks here, then, who knows? " she smiled and shrugged at the same time, " would you like to meet again? " I said " I know the area well, might be able to show you places you would otherwise of missed! "
I trailed off, she looked at me, and “I was hoping you would say that I would love to, listen, don't be scared, but since we met, I have felt as if there is something here, something that, I don't know, makes me feel so good! " she laughed, showing her teeth, framed by her full soft lips, "tomorrow then! " She breathed, leaning forward, I could smell her perfume, her hair came down to touch my face, the lightest of kisses on my bearded cheek, " it’s been so interesting! I look forward to seeing you! " She got out of the car, walked up the path to the cottage door, looked back and blew a kiss, then went in to the house, I sat and looked at the early moon rising above the Stiperstones, outlining The Devil's Chair, a smile was on my lips.

For the next few days I took her to a variety of places that the normal tourist would not have managed to locate yet still had an over abundance of historical value. On the third evening I took her back to the circle. With a basket of food prepared and the sun starting to set on the night of a full moon, we made a small fire and spread out our feast. The heat from the fire paled in comparison to the warmth of her smile and the flicker of flame in her eyes drew me into a hypnotic daze of emotions.

After our picnic, we poured some more wine and lay back on the blanket, staring up at the bright star filled night and began to talk. At first we just chatted about people we knew, but soon the conversation drifted to more personal and intimate matters. When I asked her what appealed to her about the circle, she talk to me of the first time, a few days before. How it offered her a sense of security and permanence, wonderment and mystery. She told of the depth of feeling the circle evoked deep in a part of her she had not known existed. As if some unseen force kept drawing her back to it. While she talked I felt as if she had invited me to a special, more private space in her life, and I felt very close to her. I began to stroke her face softly as she talked and as she finished I bent close and kissed the tip of her nose. I slid one arm under her neck as I began to talk about myself, telling her about my experiences of growing up. My hand traveled downward from her face to her neck and at last to her generously endowed breasts.

Our talk dwindled off into a series of long, unhurried kisses. My fingers prompted her nipples to stiffen, and as massaged them gently, she moaned softly into my mouth. I held her hand and reached for the buttons of her blouse. She anxiously scanned the area, she was afraid that someone might be watching. “There’s no one around for miles,” I told her. “No one will see us.” I unfastened one button, then another and slid my fingers inside her blouse, under her bra, to reach the sudden slope of her breasts. She gave a small gasp as she felt my finger brush her nipple. It was stiffening up already and as I let the ball of my finger rub over it, I could sense her inviting response. I kissed her again, deeply.

She began to relax as I bent down and covered the exposed flesh with my mouth. I licked my way up the side and then closed my lips around the red berry at the tip. She shuddered as I sucked on her nipple, and her hips began to eave restlessly as I bathed it with loving ardor. I slid my hands under the waistband of her skirt and then inside her panties, pushing them both down and off of her. She tensed up as she felt my fingers approach her curls. My middle finger found her seam and slid down the curve of her sex until it found the pool of arousal already welling in her. I plunged my finger deep into her and stirred gently until her moaning was loud and continuous.

I stripped out my clothing as fast as I could and then settled myself between her legs. I nudged my erection between her pink lips and then glided smoothly into her luscious sweetness. She gasped as I settled myself down over her. She put her legs around my waist and then raised them still higher on my back, pulling me further into her and hugging me close. I held her curvy bottom with both hands and just let myself rock against her.

I loved the feeling of being so intimate outdoors, yet in the circle. There seemed an aura of power in the air that pulsed from man to woman and back again. No sound disturbed the sweet country evening except for a few twittering birds high in the trees. A slight breeze had picked up, and I reveled in the luxurious feel of it blowing across as we clasped. My rod twitched deep inside her as I started a slow, gentle rocking motion. It was just enough to brush her clitoris, she responded with a gasp and a roll of her hips on every stroke. We picked up the momentum, and soon we were pounding against each other.

My explosion came quickly and, as I thrust madly into her, it triggered hers too, and she shouted in ecstasy. I stayed right with her and cuddled her close as we both coasted down from our peak. Once your hearts stopped pounding, we because conscious of the cool breeze blowing across our damp skin, and tugged our blanket over us. We poured more wine and stripped of the rest of your clothes. As we stretched out together, we fell into a comfortable embrace and in a few minutes we were both asleep. Her head nestled on my chest, our legs entwined. The powerful force of the circle having shared in our lovemaking, now protecting us, watching over us and filling our dreams with visions of times past, of previous lovers who had shared the same magic as we had this night.