Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) (3 page)

Her leather pants stuck to her legs like a second skin, but after some effort she peeled them off, then padded naked to the bathroom, twisted the aged tap and popped what she hoped was a tube of bubble bath into the tub. She waited for it to fill up and then slipped into the hot water.

The soreness immediately seeped out of her body as she relaxed in the scorching water. It felt
good.
“Damn,” she said and smiled at nothing, having decided that she’d get a tub like this once she could afford a place of her own. In whatever century that would happen, she wasn’t sure, but still.

There were paintings even in the bathroom. She recognized Monroy in a dark painting that hung slightly ajar next to the gold-framed mirror above the hand basin. This time he was sitting in the classic pose of The Thinking Man, looking at the painter with that wry grin on his lips.
Those very full and kissable lips
, she added to herself, wondering if he’d worn lipstick. Now that she thought about it, he
was
kind of attractive, for a dead guy in that seriously outdated velvet shirt he seemed to be wearing in every painting. There was a something teasingly sinister over his look that came through in all the portraits. No matter what he wore or how he posed, he looked as if he knew the answer to a question you’d never known you wanted to ask.

Suzy idly wondered if there had been any truth to the rumors his alleged society. Had this house really been crowded with people dancing, chanting and having orgies? If she’d been around at that time, would she have been invited? She smiled and closed her eyes as she felt a familiar warmth ignite just below her belly. No wonder the church got furious with Monroy and his crowd; they were probably mad with envy.

When she felt so relaxed her muscles seemed to have turned to jelly, Suzy reluctantly got out of the bath, swept a large towel around her and walked over to the bed, leaving wet footprints on the heavy floorboards. The air was cooler in the bedroom, but not much. She sat down, rested against the massive pillows and took a deep breath, pulling the fragrant scents deep into her lungs. She exhaled with a sigh and leaned over to rummage among her packing for her makeup kit. She must have been more exhausted than he thought; even the idea of putting on mascara seemed like an insurmountable project, especially as it meant that she’d have to leave the bed. The sounds of insects, traffic, music and other unknown nighttime noises blended
to a sedating drone. She leaned back and took in the people in the paintings, wondering what the house had been like in their days. Her head filled with images of shadowy people beckoning her to follow, of long kisses in dark corners, of whispering and laughing from under heavy bedspreads. She thought of Monroy, walking among the scenes with a crystal glass of wine, smiling at the hedonist acts as he …

*

Suzy blinked slowly. Where did the visions go? And why did she feel all numb?

Oh hell
, she thought, realizing that she’d fallen asleep. Had she missed her only opportunity to hit the clubs? She groaned and rolled over, dreading what the time it would be, but it was too dark to see the clock’s hands. The room was cast in deep gloom, the only illumination coming from street lights and neon signs outside.

That’s weird.
Suzy was sure the lights in the ceiling had been on when she had drifted off, but the chandelier above the bed was dark. She could barely make out the outline of the furniture and the paintings looked like black, empty rectangles.

Suzy sighed and leaned back as she tried to gather the resolve to get out of the bed. She still felt drowsy after the bath and the sleep, and the air was hot and heavy with scents. Music still floated though the window, so there was at least one place still open – unless it was a private party. If it was, Suzy considered herself invited. She would
not
sleep away her one night here.

Suzy started to rise, and then stopped. She narrowed her eyes and looked around the room. Something was out of place, as if a shadow in the corner of her eye had shifted, but she couldn’t tell what it was. The door to the bathroom stood open as she’d left it, so she could see the whole room from where she was. There was no one there except for her. She could make out the bolt on the door to the corridor, still in place. Even stranger was that she felt entirely calm, even though she knew she should be worried.

There’s nothing there, you idiot
, Suzy told herself, then gasped when she heard a
clink
from the tray of bottles on the chest of drawers. She snapped her head around, and her frown disappeared. Her eyebrows shot upwards as she stared the bottles.

They were
moving.

Or at least one of them was. Suzy felt her jaw slacken as she gawked at a bottle rising of the off the tray and levitating towards her.

“What the…” she mouthed, breathless. Raised on nearly two decades of supernatural flicks and novels, she automatically looked for wires from the ceiling but saw none. Other possible explanations raced through her mind as the bottle approached, and then she settled on the obvious answer.

Of course.
She was still asleep. The mysterious house and all the talk of magic was lingering in her head, and now it filtered into her dreams. She was slightly annoyed as this meant she’d miss the clubs after all, but as dreams go, this was rather cool. A small voice deep inside her reminded her of that she usually didn’t
know
she was dreaming, but Suzy brushed it away. She didn’t want to miss what happened next.

Small reflexes of the light outside struck off the bottle as it came to as stop, just an arm’s length from Suzy’s face. There was an oily fluid inside that smelled vaguely of roses. She smiled at the bottle, confident now that she knew she was dreaming, but she still flinched slightly when her towel slid open and exposed her naked body, as if someone had pulled the edges apart. The bottle slowly tipped to the side, pouring a fine trickle of oil onto her breasts, then bottle swept to the side, covering her with a zigzag pattern of oil, before it came to rest on the table among the other bottles. Then Suzy felt a shift on the mattress, as if something other than her weighed on it, and she gasped as she felt fingers stroking her body.

What in the name of…
There was something, or someone on the bed; she felt a cool presence brush the inside of her thighs, as if someone was kneeling between them, and she felt the physical presence of a body close to hers.

Ah
, she thought. It was one of
those
dreams.

Suzy swallowed hard and felt a smoldering lust wash through her. She couldn’t remember having dreamt a dream as intense as this, but it felt
good.
Cool fingers traced the curves of her breasts, painting figures with the oil in her skin, and then went on to stroke upwards, pinching her nipples softly but firmly with each caress. Suzy gripped around the rounded wood behind her head and groaned while fingers continued to explore her body, tugging gently at her nipples and rubbing the oil in with long, tender strokes. She bit down hard on her lip when what felt very much like a soft mouth close on a nipple, kissing her while the hands continued to stroke her.

After what felt like hours, the hands left her breasts and slid down between her legs where they continued to massage her, pressing on her thighs. She parted her legs, breathing hard. The cold, invisible lips wandered down her breast, brushing over her belly, a ghostly tongue circling and kissing, finally finding its way where she wanted it to be. Unseen hands held her thighs apart as Suzy shuddered under the treatment, twisting in the bed as each stroke of the imaginary tongue sent jolts through her body. Her eyes flicked open for a second and something registered though the red veil of her pleasure, a faint hint of an outline in the air, no more than a disturbance of the hot air hovering over her. And behind it, something else, a small oddity inside a greater strangeness, too vague to understand.

Then the tongue reached lower to slip deep inside her warmth, and she gasped and half rose from the bed before falling back again. She crossed her legs in the air and felt them rest on an invisible shape – a back, she thought – while ethereal fingers ran up and down her legs. Suzy pressed up against the invisible mouth, trying to force the tongue deeper inside her while she felt her body begin to tremor, but just as she thought she’d pummel into a climax, the hands gently lifted her and the tongue ventured even further down, tracing and poking lightly.

Suzy bit into a pillow and groaned. No one had ever done that to her, but all hesitations vaporized under the hot flare of pleasure. Every movement seemed to touch a nervous centre and her body seemed to take on a life of its own, responding beyond her control. All she wanted was a tongue, a finger,
anything
to help her over that threshold she kept nearing but never crossing. Then, just as she neared the verge of tumbling into a welcoming climax, she felt the presence withdraw.

Suzy nearly screamed in annoyance. She tried to wake herself from the dream, somehow knowing that she’d pass out if it continued, but found that she had no idea how to surface. And it didn’t help that part of her had no interest whatsoever in waking up; her lust held her in a vice that left her with little control of her emotions.

But the dream wasn’t finished with her. Strong, unseen hands rolled her over, gripped her hips, and lifted them up. Suzy, wondering what was happening, had barely time to steady herself before her unseen lover entered her from behind, its warmth filling her in a sudden plunge.

This time she did scream, burrowing her face into a pillow to muffle the sound, and the sensation sent her flying past the brink she had been hovering at. Suzy’s body racked with the climax and she fought to catch her breath, all while the presence behind her continued to make love to her in a deep, steady rhythm, making her hold on to the woodwork and push back. Cool fingers glided up and down the back of her thighs, stroked the cleft just above where he entered her, continued onto her back to outline her spine and tugged at her hair, all the time slowly pulling out and pushing back deep into her. Suzy, overcome with pleasure, felt her consciousness start to seep away and darkness close in on her, but she soon felt the furnace of lust grow in her belly again. She would come again if she just could stay conscious. And she would, damn it. This dream was
not
getting the best of her!

She shook her head and gripped the bedframe so hard the woodwork creaked, then began to push back, meeting each thrust with a low growl while pearls of sweat tricked down her spine. Suzy didn’t trust her senses, but she could have sworn she heard a soft laugh from behind her. The strong hands gripped her hips and the thrusts became more intense, forcing her to struggle to not be plunged down into the small mountain of pillows. And then the torture began all over again: the warm firmness that moved in and out of her drove her gasping and trembling to the edge of release, slowed down just as her muscles started to tauten, and then, leisurely, teased her back to the edge again. She felt lips lightly kissing her neck lightly while a finger stroked and caressed her most sensitive places, prodding and pushing gently, seeking its way inside her.

She was pushed to the border and pulled back again and again, over and over until she felt the first signs of cramps spread in her legs. Then the thrusts suddenly didn’t slow down but intensified, becoming stronger and more determined. Suzy tossed her head back, shook her damp hair out of her eyes and let out a feral keen as she finally came, her body racking and pushing back hard, craving the heat deeper in her.

When the last tremor had passed, she slumped on the bed and breathed hard. She no longer felt the strange sensation of company, but even if there had been someone in the room, she was too exhausted to turn around and look. Even breathing felt complicated, demanding her concentration.

“Sweet bloody mercy,” she whispered into a pillow. Her body still shivered as she rolled over gingerly and stared at the roof. The dull neon reflexes in the chandelier seemed to swirls and circle, forming a whirlpool of red and white, pulling her in, drawing her closer, deeper into the current…

*

Suzy opened her eyes, made a face and quickly closed them again to keep out the harsh daylight.
Am I awake now
, she wondered? Or was she still dreaming? What was going
on
?

Curtains fluttered in a warm breeze in the open windows, rippling and dancing to the tones of a deep reggae base that thumped from nearby speakers. Horns, laughter and footsteps echoed from the streets outside. Everything seemed normal. Well, except for that she’d missed out on a night out in town in exchange for the mother of all wicked dreams. She felt irked, but found that she wasn’t sure if she’d like to change what had happened. After all, that had been some experience.

She sat up gingerly and carefully stretched her back. She could have killed for a glass of water, but the prospect of going to the bathroom was less than appealing. Just breathing was hard, and any movement beyond sitting up was out. Every limb felt slack and her back was stiff, making her wince as she turned and looked at the clock. She frowned at blinked at it in disbelief. It
couldn’t
ten to twelve; if it was, her flight would leave in less than two hours.