The Touch of Bliss — A Sensual Reckoning (Muse of Shadow) (4 page)

Part Five

I HAD TO STEADY MYSELF on the chair as I stood. My naked bush
and my thighs were dripping, but the chill I was feeling there was thankfully
cooling me off a little bit.

As we left the restaurant by way of the equally candlelit lounge,
I had to fight the urge to take Serina by the hand, to drape myself around her.
I saw her greet a few staff members she knew. They all nodded to me in turn,
but there was no hint of questioning in their looks.

Beyond the lounge, wide glass doors opened up onto a broad patio
set with wicker. Fires were burning there in standalone metal fireplaces, but
the night was cool and only a dozen or so people were taking advantage of an incredibly
cloudless night sky above.

Serina led me past them, then down a curving flight of steps that
I vaguely remembered seeing from the trail when I’d taken my walk earlier that
day. When we were out of sight of the patio, I felt her hand find mine in the
shadows. The feeling that shot through me at her touch was like the most
amazing endorphin rush. A flood of warmth made the chill at my soaking sex send
the most delicious shivers up my spine.

“Isn’t it too dark to walk the trails?” I said, conscious of the
patio lights behind us beginning to fade. The stars were bright but there was
no moon, and the footpath ahead was a ribbon of rapidly fading shadow.

“We’re not going far,” she said.

Off the main trail where I’d walked, Serina took a right turn
onto an unmarked path I hadn’t noticed before. It disappeared into a stand of
sweet-smelling pine, then curved up and around a rise before opening up to a
sheltered grassy hillside.

I looked up to the light above. I gasped.

We were directly below one wing of the resort, a continuous
expanse of light and glass. My room was up there somewhere, I judged from our
position relative to the patio, backtracking from there to the elevator in my
mind. The same window where I’d stood naked that very morning, confident that
no one could see me where the hiking trails slipped around and below this very
sheltered spot.

Serina pulled her shoes off as she dropped to her knees, then lay
down on the grass. She motioned me down beside her and I followed without hesitation.
No thought of how badly both of us were vandalizing our outfits even got close
to my mind. Her hand locked to mine again, and I wanted so badly to pull her
closer, to feel her body against me. But she had a surprise for me first,
pointing up to the lights above.

“Check it out,” she said.

A few of the windows above were dark. At most of the others, a
faint haze of white showed where people had their roller blinds down against
the night. A few suites had only the screen blinds drawn, the room beyond
visible in the light but showing only blurry details. At a dozen windows, the
blinds were wide open.

In half of those openly visible rooms, less than fifty feet away
from us, people were naked.

In three of those rooms, the naked people were going at it with
carefree sexual abandon.

I don’t know long I lay there in wonderful shock. I was only
conscious suddenly that Serina’s hand had migrated to my butt and was rubbing
it gently.

“They think we can’t see them,” I whispered.

“And they’d be wrong.” When Serina giggled in my ear, it made me
laugh in return.

I asked her the question again, though the context was a great
deal less threatening this time. “Do you do this a lot?”

“You’d better believe I do…”

At this distance, there wasn’t much to be seen in the way of intimate
detail. But the sheer illicit nature of what we were doing had me trembling
where I lay. I was feeling all the incredible sensual weight of the moment, and
of where that moment stood on the absolutely wild progression of moments that
had carried me here.

I felt Serina’s hand hike my skirt up. My bare butt was totally
exposed, the night air wrapping us both.

“I’m going to get cold,” I whispered meekly.

“Then I’ll warm you up,” she said.

Even as I watched the spectacle before us, I felt her move behind
me. Her own dress was quickly hiked up, the firm lines of her legs and belly
beginning to rub my butt in slow circles. She was thrusting against me like a
man would, and even in the absence of the familiar point of hard contact, I was
overwhelmed with her warmth as it enveloped me.

Within their strapless supports, her breasts were hard against my
back, and I was watching as a woman on the third floor was bent over a chair
with her man behind her. In the suite right next to theirs, a woman was on the
floor with a man in front of her, her mouth working against him as he twined
his fingers through her hair. In the third sex suite, one floor up and closest
to us, a couple was on the floor directly in front of the window. Her ample
breasts were visible even at this distance as she bounced up and down on top of
him.

I felt Serina’s fingers move down my butt and into the wet tangle
below. I rolled over to spread my legs. I climaxed as she entered me. Just like
that, no warning. I groaned far louder than I meant to, her hand coming around
to half-cover my mouth. I clamped my lips shut as the feeling of her touch
coursed through me. And then I was rolling over with her still on top of me,
and the cherry of her lipstick was in my mouth again.

This time, it was me kissing her.

Oh so soft.

The sweetheart neckline of her dress was in serious disarray
already, and as I squeezed her perfect breasts in my hands, I felt it shift
even more.

Tell her to show you. Tell her how much you want them, how
you’ve been dreaming of them.

“Show me,” I whispered through frantic kisses, my tongue and hers
both caught in an endless embrace. “Oh, please, let me see…”

With amazing coordination, Serina slid the dress down and pushed
her breasts up. In the pale light that filtered through the trees, I saw her
dark nipples emerge from their sheltered space, and then she was pushing up
against me and I was licking her, sucking her, taking each of those magnificent
buds in my mouth in turn.

The groan she stifled coursed through me like a wave. As I
sucked, her nipples got harder, and longer than I would have thought possible.
Each was like a short finger in my mouth now, thrust up and glistening when I
changed between them. Serina’s hand was at my sex again, thrusting thick and
deep as she rocked against me, my hands roaming her back and the smooth curves
of her butt. I felt her hiphugger panties clinging tight to her and began to
tug them down. She smiled as she shifted to help me.

Pressed against her, I slid one hand down. And then with her
nipple in my mouth, my jaw beginning to ache from how hard I was sucking, my
shaking fingers found her wetness.

I think I gasped as loudly as she did as I slipped a finger
slowly inside her.

How perfect it feels, how perfect and wet and warm for you.
Waiting for you, wide open for you.

Even as I suckled her, Serina had been stroking mine within their
silk wrapping as she ground against me. Now, she suddenly lurched away, pulling
her breasts from me as she twisted out and apart.

No no no, don’t go. So soft, so sweet, so hard, please don’t
take them away…

“You’ve had your taste,” she whispered as if in response to my
thoughts. “Now you’ve got to share. Show me those beautiful tits. Don’t hide
them from me, baby…”

I had my jacket open and my tank top pulled up without missing a
beat. Then Serina leaned over me, her hand back between my wet nether lips, her
thumb working my clitty gently as she began to hungrily suck my breasts.

The warm wave of sensation that flooded through me wouldn’t stop.
I was thrusting against her in a regular rhythm, the feeling of her inside me so
familiar. So much like sex with a man, but so different at the same time. And
even as she was inside me, I was inside her where she opened her mouth so
incredibly wide and swallowed a full half of each of my breasts in turn. My
nipples were rock hard and wet from her tongue, Serina moaning each time she
tasted me.

All the while, as we embraced and explored each other with hands
and mouths and tongues, both of us continued to steal glances at our unwitting
exhibitionists above. One couple had apparently finished while we were
distracted. Another had moved back to the bed, so that we could see only the
faint movement that told us they were still at it.

The third couple was at the window still. He was standing up. She
was upside down against him, her legs up as he pressed her directly against the
glass to hold her there. I climaxed as I watched them work each other with
their mouths. I was gasping for breath so badly when I finished that Serina
finally eased up on me.

My clitty was aching, standing straight out from its little hood
as Serina released one breast from her mouth and began to lick her way down to
my belly.

“I’m still hungry,” she whispered. Even breathing fast, my heart
pounding, I felt my stomach flip with the hunger I heard in her voice.

“No,” I whispered, surprising myself as much as her. “Me…”

Can you do this? Will she let you? Are you good enough for
her?

It was only two words, but Serina was on her back in a heartbeat.
Her dress came up, legs spread, her panties still dangling from one ankle. Her
sex was a sopping tangle of black bush, my fingers tracing through it as I
slowly climbed on top of her.

I felt awkward suddenly. I kissed her breasts again, tasting the
smooth hardness of her nipples. Even as much as I loved the feel of them in my
mouth, I realized I was stalling.

Are you good enough?

I started to speak, suddenly self-conscious. “I’ve never…”

“I know,” Serina whispered. She raised herself up to kiss me.
“It’s okay. Just trust in yourself. You know just what to do.”

I had tasted myself before. D___ had always liked to put himself
inside me, then put himself in my mouth to make me taste the both of us
together. I liked it well enough. But this was different.

The taste of her overwhelms you, sends a shiver through you
that turns to an endless shaking in a heartbeat. And you realize that you’d be
crying for the sake of all the release you feel in this moment, if it weren’t
for the endless joy that washes across you now like a spring rain.

From the first touch of my tongue against her wetness, I was filled
with the musky taste that I remembered from myself. Familiar, yet darker.
Stronger. I gasped as I pushed down against her, pushed into her, feeling her
wet bush against my lips as I kissed her sex oh so gently. I couldn’t stop
kissing her. I had to remind myself to breathe, drinking the scent and the
taste of her with each open-mouthed gasp.

Her nether lips were swollen and warm and oh so wet for me. The
outer ridge was lost in the dark forest of her delicious bush, the inner folds
peeking out, all dusky pink even in the faint light. I licked them for what
seemed like forever, letting my tongue find its way across this unfamiliar
ground. I felt her thrust against me with each long stroke of tasting her. I
discovered that I could make her squirm if I worked my way inside her, then
back out. I teased her that way, drinking deep from her, then spreading those
juices across her dark folds with my tongue.

She slipped her hand down at one point. She was moaning
furiously, whispering my name. Her fingers alighted in her bush and spread, and
from the folds of her engorged lips, I watched her swollen clitty rise up as if
it was reaching for me.

I kissed it first, feeling its hardness and warmth as my lips
brushed her fingers. Then my tongue, working my way around it oh so slowly.
Then I opened my mouth wide, obeying an urge and a hunger I’d never known
before as I pushed her hand away and enveloped her.

Her lips and clitty, her soaking bush filled my mouth as I sucked
and swallowed and forced my tongue deep inside her. I felt Serina cry out. I
reached up with my hands, letting them run across her belly, circle beneath the
sudden rising shelf of her breasts, work their way up to cup her enormous
nipples. And then with my hands on her breasts and my head thrust down hard between
her wide-open legs, I felt Serina climax against me, inside me, filling me with
the passion and the pleasure that pushed through her like a storm.

The taste of her changed as that sensation twisted through her.
She thrust against me, her hands on my head to hold me there, so that I just
kept working her with my mouth and my tongue. She was pulling me ever upward
with each thrust, away from her wet lips and straight to her clitty, so I
refocused myself on it. I tongued that sweet bud furiously, feeling all its delicious
hardness slip between my lips like the sweetest candy.

Above us, I thought I heard someone in one of the sex suites cry
out. I realized after a moment that it was me, my voice echoing from the glass.
I had my own fingers inside me now, my tongue inside Serina. Her hands were at
her breasts, so I shifted to slip my other hand to her, working a finger inside
her beneath my hungry mouth.

When she climaxed again, she had to fight to get her breathing
back to normal. As she did, she and I both looked up to the windows. There, one
of our sex couples was in robes and looking out the window confused. Almost as
though they’d heard something out in the darkness.

We were laughing, almost crying as we put our clothes back
together. Serina’s panties had disappeared. In the shadows, she tried in vain
to find them.

We were still laughing as we slipped back down the unmarked
trail, brushing each other off in the faint light. When we were done, we looked
presentable but not much better. Luckily, Serina had another surprise that she
pulled from her purse.

“Service door key,” she said. “We can avoid the long walk through
the lobby.”