deep, passionate, all consumming -
THE KISS - by David Kreig
a free erotic story on peacockblue
(c) 2000
They stood together in the garden. Darkness had crept unnoticed over
the lilacs, and roses, and honeysuckle, hiding the couple in its shadows.
Even the last hints of the passing day were fading from the darkening
skies. To the world, they were only a single form, illuminated by the
flickering light of the torches near the gazebo.
They had only met earlier that evening at the ball, thrown by a mutual
acquaintance, in the house overlooking the garden. After the appropriate
introductions, he had politely asked her for the next dance, and through
their innocence they had overlooked the electricity between them that
was obvious to the rest of the dancers. When the first waltz began and
she laid her hand lightly on his shoulder, they closed the circle that
obscured the rest of the world from their notice.
The two dancers moved gracefully as one, yet politely apart. They were
at once strangers, and yet the most intimate of lovers. The only sights
registering in their minds were the reflections in each other's eyes.
They heard nothing but the music of their hearts, driven by the pounding
of blood swelling their most private places. Neither was young. Neither
was unfamiliar with the ways of love. But the sensual aura that they
were drowning in was beyond anything they had ever imagined.
When at last the orchestra took a break, late in the afternoon, he
took her hand and guided her to the balcony, then down the stairs to
the well-kept grounds. They talked quietly of their families, and their
lives, and their wishes, and their dreams, and never really heard any
of the words. They wandered aimlessly, uncaringly until they found themselves
in the garden, overlooking the sandy hills leading to the ocean. The
late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over their world. The strong perfume
of countless flowers filled their senses. Colors and aromas and sounds
and warmth swirled through their minds.
The laws of the universe seemed to be defined in the narrow spaces
that separated them. Each molecule of their beings was being drawn,
inexorably toward the other. Everything in their hearts, and souls,
and bodies were pushing them together. Only the foolishness of propriety
kept them from melting into one. Through the electric air, through their
stifling garments, they felt the warm softness of their skin brushing
together. Her quiet laughter came to him with the delicious clarity
of a tiffany bell. The gentle roughness of his voice reminded her of
a tiger purring. Her eyes, at first sparkling with laughter, then appropriately
shy and bashful, were now growing into deep, moody, inviting pools of
emerald. A wonderful fire was beginning between her legs. A blush was
slowly rising up her neck to her cheeks, or was it just the glow of
the light? Her hidden arousal caused a stirring in his groin as the
warmth spread to him.
When the red orb of the sun began to extinguish itself in the sea,
she turned to watch the spectacle. He stood behind and to the side of
her, closer than they had been since coupled in dance. For a moment,
time stopped as they leaned, almost imperceptibly, into each other.
His eyes traced the lines of her skin, from her cheeks, to her delicate
throat, to the swell of her breasts beneath her low-cut gown, rising
and falling with each breath. Her body felt the heat of his gaze. The
pounding of the surf only added to their sweet torment. They were drunk;
drunk with the colors of the sunset, and the smells of the garden, and
the sounds of the sea, and the nearness of each other. They stood motionless,
pretending to watch the show before them. Moments turned into minutes
and minutes turned into an eternity. Their world was collapsing into
a whirlwind of sensations, of colors, and perfume, and above all the
warmth of their two bodies pushing together. Neither understood, and
neither cared.
As the darkness gathered, the spell was broken by the gardener busily
lighting the torches along the path down to the gazebo standing in the
center of the garden. Embarrassed at their innocent intimacy, the couple
separated, smiled at the gardener and walked slowly towards the gazebo.
As they neared the flickering light, her hand slid into his. A few more
steps, and they stopped, unsure of what to do next; afraid of making
the wrong move down this magical unknown path; afraid of not moving
at all.
The music from the ball drifted softly through the night to them. Grateful
for the interruption, he bowed lightly to her, she accepted with a curtsy,
and they flowed together through the garden, lost again in their own
world of sensual desires. The music stopped. They paused, unwilling
to let go of the magic. The torchlight was dancing in their eyes. He
became aware of her breathing; the slight motion of her nostrils, her
narrowly parted mouth, the rhythmic swelling of her chest. In that moment,
he surrendered. In the next, she followed.
An incredible warmth flooded over them as they gradually leaned toward
each other, eyes searching eyes. They shattered the walls of politeness
and slid slowly into an overpowering pool of eroticism, agreeing in
some unspoken promise to savor each step along the way. Still holding
each other in the light embrace of dancers, their lips drew them immeasurable
together. They began to feel again the warmth of each other as they
neared. They looked from the depths of the other's eyes to the approaching
lips as if viewing some delectable desert, unable to decide where to
start nibbling. Their breath intermingled. The tips of their noses brushed
slightly before their heads tilted to let them pass.
When their lips were mere whispers apart, they paused, eyes closed,
and stood as one body, breathing in the sweetness of each other's spirit.
For wondrous moments they stood, each breath hardening his body and
softening hers, until they were both tingling, and beginning to notice
flames growing stronger in their bellies. Destiny finally forced their
lips together. The soft sweetness they discovered closed their throats
for a few moments, sending their minds racing dizzily around this first
melding of their bodies.
His groin was achingly hard, straining against his clothing, wanting
to join the explosion that was occurring in his mouth. She felt herself
begin to melt, her nipples pushing uncomfortably at her gown. Every
spark of energy between them was focused on their mouths. The first
brush of their lips together moved to the first tender nibbles of the
soft, moist skin. The nibbles became gulping passion, held at bay, but
only just barely, by the desire to miss no little knowledge of each
other. Occasionally, their eyes would flutter open long enough to look
at the other, and recognize their own passion reflected in the other's
face.
She felt the first drip of moisture begin to trace down her inner thigh.
The fire was growing in her belly and breasts. He too, felt himself
becoming wet with the sweet eagerness of his erection. His chest was
hot, and his face was burning. The pungent aroma of their combined sex
drifted to their nostrils in a bewitching aphrodisiac. But none of this
meant anything to them. Every ounce of their beings was focused on the
sweet nectar they were sucking from their lover's mouth.
Tentatively at first, cautiously learning the steps, their tongues
met and began a dance of their own. They glided past each other, twirled
together, caressed each other's lips, and played hide and seek. The
careful, elegant dance became more and more erotic as the drumming in
their bodies began to boil over; until her tongue began thrusting into
his mouth, pulsing as he surrounded it, withdrawing and thrusting again.
Their lips grasped hungrily at the sensations offered them. The universe,
their thoughts, their bodies, everything within their knowledge of existence
faded to nothingness behind the pure blinding light of their union.
She was the first to break the silence of their coupling. A low moan
grew in her throat as her womanhood began pulsing uncontrollably, shooting
delirious spasms to every part of her body. Her orgasm leapt through
their mouths and flooded through his body, drawing his soul into her
ecstasy and finally erupting in a milky shower.
Unwillingly, they were forced to pull apart, trying desperately to
catch their breath. They stood trembling, still holding each other in
a dancer's embrace, eyes closed, foreheads together, gulping for air,
afraid to look at each other. The juices of their passion dripped from
their chins, and oozed from their bodies.
Finally, he dared to pull away just enough to peek at her face. The
flickering yellow light glistened off the perspiration on her forehead.
Her bangs were damp and listless. Her breathing was still slowing as
the lingering sensations flowed through her. At last, she opened her
eyes to return his gaze, questioning.
For a few, endless seconds they stood, passions subsiding, finally
aware of the warm stickiness, finally aware their man-woman perfume,
painfully questioning their future. His eyes brightened, the corners
of his mouth crept up into a tentative smile. He pulled her close, and
answered her questions with another tender kiss. Together, they laughed
and cried. They began swaying gently again to the distant music. Suddenly,
they were aware of someone walking down the path from the house.
"There you are!" scolded the hostess of the ball. "We've been looking
for you."
"You must hurry!" she added, "Or you'll miss the fireworks."
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