In the darkness she sat, eyes open but not seeing, her mind replaying earlier events when she had felt the undeniable need for attention. In the afternoon’s dimming light she had dressed herself in a modest blouse and skirt, leaving the buttons undone to reveal her ample cleavage and lightly perfuming her wrists, neck and panty. Carefully she coifed her hair and sparingly applied makeup to enhance the freshness of her appearance, certain that the desire growing within her would transpose itself to her man. He had come home and she greeted him with enthusiasm, her arms reaching out to embrace him, lips ready to serve, but he acknowledged this only curtly, oblivious to the preparations she had made. Dinner was even less enjoyable as he mechanically consumed the sumptuous meal over which she had labored. When finished he retired to the family room losing himself in a rerun of some old television show while she set about clearing the dining table, crying softly within herself.

Now as the clock struck midnight she was aware of his deep breathing as he slept. Her ministrations to his body had been met with a gruff rebuttal leaving her frustrated and hurt. The ache for affection swelled within her chest. Arising she quietly walked from the bedroom to the livingroom, opening the French doors to the patio beyond and stepping into the chill of the night. Eerie shadows played upon the landscape as her hands involuntarily smoothed the opaque material of her gown that caressed her skin with each slight passing of the breeze. In the distance a mist was forming and she watched as it drew nearer encompassing the horizon. It descended upon her forming a sheath unable to see through, then as suddenly it dissipated and she found herself in a labyrinth of stone and hedges towering above her.

Rationality told her she must be dreaming or hallucinating, yet her hand upon the smooth hardness of stone was too convincing. Slowly turning about she saw no remnant of her home nor an exit from the maze; her only choice to move forward into the unknown. Time had no existence as she explored the path, her heart pulsing increasingly stronger the farther she traveled, her mind trying to reconcile the place where she had been and where she was now. Finally, when she thought she could continue no farther, the labyrinth opened into a lush moonlit meadow parted by a shimmering stream. Wearily she sank down upon the soft grass, the air filled with a muskiness reawakening the suppressed passion within her loins.

Sensing more than seeing anyone, she turned from her seated position and was instantly ensnared in powerful arms. Her cry of surprise muted as her eyes met his steadfast gaze. Intuition told her not to fear, for in his eyes she saw fire, not of anger or indifference as she had witnessed earlier, but of unbridled lust. Her body remained paralyzed even as his arms loosened about her and his hands gently surrounded her face, lifting her chin upwards until his lips pressed against hers. Playing artfully, he nibbled and drew her lips into his mouth, until she felt her inhibitions drain away and her tongue hungrily sought his.

Denied so long, her body trembled against his, feeling his hands roaming freely about her, flowing across hills and valleys, molding her flesh as he pressed her closer. The rough texture of his skin could be felt through her gossamer gown as he lowered her to the ground. She suddenly realized he was nude and her hands now explored his broad back, encountering the muscles moving as he arched above her, his mouth sowing small kisses about her neck and ears. Her hands fell to his hips as he pulled himself upright, still straddling her, reaching down to grasp the bodice of her gown only to rend it asunder revealing the globes of her bosom. Lowering himself again he encaptured first one then the other nipple between his teeth, his bite ever so gently as he massaged the fleshiness of her breasts. A soft sigh escaped her as he moved downward, his tongue and lips alternating between licks and kisses on her skin blazing a trail of heat across her stomach to the soft mat of hair below, then tracing her thighs and calves, teasing her feet as her legs opened for him.
Gliding upward his manhood nestled against her vulva, hardened steel to be sheathed, awaiting the moment when she willed him inside. She gazed upon his rugged features, shoulder length hair waved back, eyes dark and piercing, chest sculpted by hard labor, arms tremoring slightly as he held himself above her resisting the urge to penetrate. In control, her desire flamed as she lifted her hips upward, feeling the tip of him spreading her as her body drew him deeply in, her arms clinging to his neck pulling him downward until his weight was upon her.

For a moment each savored the exquisiteness of the other’s heat, then began the slow rhythmic movement for the quest of bliss. The universe now centered within her hot core being repeatedly filled by his expanding girth, there was no other awareness; of breathing, of earth beneath them or sky above, nothing save the mounting tension as each attempted to delay the inevitable. Grasping her hands over her head he kissed her deeply as she bridged her hips upward, her body no longer capable of resisting the wave of her orgasm as it surged from her groin and spread throughout her body. Deep inside she felt his organ jump and the fire of his ejaculates against her cervix.

Welded together they collapsed spent, embracing admist the flowers and grass, letting the cool air replenish their lungs and tired muscles. She felt serene, her body flushed of harbored desire and spirit cleansed by this phantom lover. Closing her eyes she leaned to kiss him once again, but her lips met only the night air.

Startled, she gazed about her, finding herself lying in the lounge chair on her patio, the sun’s light barely protruding in horizon. For a moment confusion reigned, then she became aware of the subtle flow between her thighs and knew he would be back for her again.