Midnight

I leave my bed, naked, or ‘sky clad’ as Wiccans would say, and taking a single lit candle with me, walk softly past my parents' room, then down the winding staircase to the entrance lobby. From there, I walk slowly through the lounge, past the dens, the kitchen and then the large dining room. The home cinema is next, with its passageway just before it leading to the garages. Finally, I reach my goal…the pool complex. 

Even as I shut he heavy door behind me, I see moonlight flooding in through the plate glass. I open two of the doors and an icy breeze envelopes my body and almost extinguishes my candle, but not quite. A careful shielding from my hand and the tiny flickering flame recovers to its full height. The tiles of the sun court look black in the moonlight. I sit down, the pool on my left and the moon on my right, then I turn 90 degrees so the pool is above my head and the moon at my feet. 

Then it’s time.

I bring my feet up to my bum and let my knees flop apart. I reach down with my right hand and use two fingers to spread myself wide. I let some candle wax drip and stick the candle to the floor next to me. I need two hands. With an index finger from both hands, I open myself further until I hear a familiar sucking sound as air enters me….along with the silvery moonlight. 

Slowly, against expectations, I start to feel warm. It’s as if the sister moon is warming my body with her touch. I feel wet, oh, so wet. My index finger right hand finds my engorged clit and starts to circle her. The pressure is just right and it makes my back arch. My left hand finds my left nipple pert and erect. I pinch it hard, and a jolt lances through my vulnerable body. 

My speed increases as I stare at the full moon. I want to be filled with that spectral light. I want it inside my vagina. I think I can feel it, a lunar cock, sunlight, magically transformed, bouncing off the lunar surface and inside me. I imagine it brings minute motes of lunar dust with it. 

My finger moves fast now, I ache to be penetrated, but this isn’t the point of tonight. It would be so easy to use that large, thick candle next to me and fuck myself into oblivion, but no, Anna, not tonight. I feel the first stirrings of an approaching orgasm. Slowly it builds. 

I know what will happen. When I cum, my vagina will open of her own volition, air will get sucked inside me and squeezed out again with each subsequent contraction. This is what I want. I imagine… I hope…that for the briefest nanosecond, my cervix will be moonblessed. 

The orgasm rages through me, hot and wild. In complete contrast to the coldness of the night. It tears at me with hot fingers, and I feel an arc of squirt jet from me to splatter onto the tiles. Then another, and another. Every nerve seems alive, connected, the whole of my being centred between my legs.

The hall clock chimes 1:00. I slowly rise from the tiles and close the doors. Almost immediately, the air conditioning warms the room again. I feel it and hear a soft rush of warmed air. 

Silently, I slip into the water of the pool and begin to swim. The breast stroke is my favourite because my heels need to come up to my bum while my knees are down and outward. When I have no bikini on, sometimes, I can feel the water enter me, and since I’ve just cum, that is what I feel now. One length becomes two, becomes three becomes four. I climb out and enjoy that feeling most girls know….the water, warmed by my vagina, now runs down my legs. It’s almost like peeing. I decide to sit in the sauna even though it’s in night mode. It will be warm enough to dry me. From there, I immerse myself in the hot tub. 

I feel…..soft….exquisitely feminine….what I’d like most in the world now is someone else to make me cum. I don’t want a fuck, I don’t want wild lesbian sex with my sister or anyone else. I’d just like……

The warmth in here, coupled with the lateness and the fatigue makes me enter that semi dream like state half way between awake and asleep. Miss Brain supplies me with an image. The man who cleans our windows sometimes brings his son with him. Oh, it’s so real…..he saw me swimming naked, and saw me enter the sauna, he saw me walk naked to the hot tub. My eyes are closed, and so I only feel his hands as they reach around me and cup my boobs. He is, I can tell, inexperienced at this, his movements being clumsy, unrefined, unpractised. When a hand starts to reach under the water I know where he is going and I almost stop him, but in the end, I part my legs. He explores my vagina with the same ineptitude he showed to my boobs. 

I’m lost now in the fantasy, it is both real and imaginary, tactile, yet ethereal. I show him how to enter me with his middle finger while keeping the heel of his hand on my clit.my led lolls back against the headrests and turns slightly sideways. I know he’s only 15, but the wrongness of this; what he’s doing to me, feels right. So I take his cock in my mouth and suck him as he fingers me. 

The joy of fantasies is that we both finish at exactly the same time. As he cums in my mouth, so I cum on his fingers. 

How long do I doze there in that warm, gently swirling water? Long enough for the clock to strike two, and then two-thirty. 

I leave my safe, womb-like haven, and retrace the steps to my bedroom, leaving only a candle stuck to the tiles as evidence of my adventure. 

I wrap my bathrobe around me and snuggle under my duvet. My last though before falling into a deep, deep, sleep is the window cleaner’s boy. 

I wonder…….