Incandescent

She Likes to Watch

Once upon a time, I had this boyfriend, Hans. We were young and we couldn’t get enough of each other, as is often the way of young lovers, burning the relationship at both ends with an incandescent heat, until we ultimately burned the whole thing down. But in the meantime, it was magic!

One day while out walking, looking for a bit of privacy, we’d found this secluded patch of woodlands, not too far from civilization, but far enough out that no-one would bother us. The trees there weren’t too tall and they provided some shelter, like a little alcove. The ground was soft with pine needles. It looked a perfect spot to lay down a blanket and make love.

Our special spot was just off the track behind the witch’s cabin where nobody ever went. She wasn’t really a witch, of course. I don’t think she was even a Wiccan, but that’s what everybody called her behind her back. She was just a middle-aged lady with long silvery hair and a large herb garden who made healing elixirs and crystal jewelry that she sold in the town. She wasn’t quite a crone, although she seemed well on her way to the likes of us nineteen-year-olds. Mostly she kept to herself and I think people were a bit afraid of her, although she gave them no real reason to be. In any case, we were pretty sure we’d be left alone out there.

The first time that we went to the alcove it was a summer evening, plenty warm and light still. As we passed by the cabin, we saw the so-called witch standing at her kitchen sink. She didn’t see us though, as we slipped into the woods, and soon we were naked, laying on the blanket in each other’s arms and kissing with abandon. It was exhilarating to be naked outdoors like that and it fed our passion for each other. Hans liked to lick my flower, as he called it, for a long time, just tasting every inch and drinking in the nectar that flowed as the result of his attentions.

As his tongue caressed my petals and his fingers explored, I lay back with my eyes closed, feeling like a fairy queen in the forest. At last, I cried out in pleasure and as Hans crawled up to lay atop me, I opened my eyes to see an owl perched on a low branch nearby, just watching us. It seemed a strange thing, but I was still abuzz from my orgasm and Hans was kissing me as he plowed his cock deep into my moist furrow. Soon the owl was all but forgotten.

The next time we got a chance to steal away to our spot, we’d brought a picnic lunch and a bottle of homemade wine. The woman was out tending to her herb garden, but she took no notice of us as we passed. Her long silver hair was plaited down her strong back and her toned arms were clearly visible in her sleeveless top as she worked the hoe.

“I guess gardening is good exercise,” I said to Hans as we headed into the woods.

“So is making love,” he replied with a wink, and we hurried to lay our blanket down and have a few sips of wine before turning our attentions to devouring each other. I had been straddled across his hips, riding his cock like it was the best horse in the world when I noticed the owl again. I stopped undulating for a minute and returned its strange gaze. The owl blinked at me once, and then flew off to a high branch several trees away.

“Did you see that,” I asked Hans? He had leaned up to nuzzle my nipples with his tongue. I was pretty sure that at that moment, he wasn’t noticing anything but me. Still, I needed to ask.

“No, what was it,” he asked, giving my left nipple a gentle tug with his teeth.

“Nothing,” I said. “Only an owl. It’s just weird to see one in the daytime like that and it was almost like it was watching us.”

“Hmmm,” was all he could manage, because his mouth was filled with my breast and I again returned to riding his cock.

The next time we were going to our spot in the woods, it was again early evening and the sun was low in the sky. As we passed the cabin, we saw that this time the lady was standing out on her porch. She was wearing a sheer white gauze dress, and in that light, it was nearly translucent. We could clearly see that she was naked under the dress and the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. She nodded to us as we went into the woods.

“Pretty sexy for someone that age,” Hans quipped to me, as we headed to our favorite spot, nodding silently back to her.

“I don’t remember her being that hot,” I added, although I’d only seen her a few times before. “Do you think she knows what we are up to,” I asked him?

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” he said. “It’s not like she’s going to come out here into the woods after us if she does.”

We found our alcove, laid down our blanket and began to undress each other. Hans kissed me and my thoughts of the woman began to fade. I just wanted to feel his hands and mouth on my body and I wanted to ride his glorious cock. I took him into my mouth and ran my tongue along the sides of his growing erection. I kissed and sucked the head and then plunged him as deeply into my mouth as I could while he moaned in pleasure.

All the while, my flower was getting wetter and wetter, listening to him moan until I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to feel him filling me. I got on top of him and plunged Hans deep inside me, beginning to move my hips. I dipped my head to kiss him but when I again sat up again, there she was, just at the edge of the glade. She was naked and her silvery hair was hanging loose. Two luminescent stones seemed to glow at her ears, but otherwise, she was without adornment. She was simply radiant!

The witch fixed me with her entrancing gaze, and walked towards us. I didn’t know what I should do. My brain wanted to get up and get dressed; wanted to apologize for trespassing on her land, and the rest of me only wanted to bask in the glow that seemed to be emanating from her naked body. She stopped just before she reached us and got to her knees. Then she came forward, lowering herself over Hans’ face.

If he was surprised, he didn’t show it but just began to lap at her pussy as if it had all been planned. She leaned forward and touched my cheek, before leaning in to kiss me softly but with a kind of heat that I had never experienced before. I reached out to touch her shoulder and then her breast. The nipple was supple and pink as mine. I fondled her while she cupped both of my breasts in her hands.

We kissed and I rode Hans while he continued to lap at her. She moved a hand down to massage my clit while I fucked him and I could feel the tension building for us both. I put a finger inside of her and she was as hot as an oven. We exploded in ecstasy at the same time and I wondered if the flash of light were real or only in my mind, a product of the intense pleasure that I felt.

I don’t really remember much about what happened next. One minute I was fucking my boyfriend and this vibrantly alive older woman in the woods, and the next I was home in my own bed, wondering if it had all been a dream. The next time I saw her in town, she was still a middle-aged woman, well on her way to becoming a crone, but she just seemed, I don’t know, juicy. I don’t know how else to describe it. She winked at me as I passed her on a crowded street and then I didn’t see her again for a long time.

Hans and I went to the alcove one more time after that, but it just wasn’t the same. We never talked about what had happened, although that in itself is strange. By the end of the summer, our passion had run its course and he left for the Northwest. After a while, it all just seemed like a crazy dream, but sometimes on summer nights, I hear the call of an owl, and it runs a jolt of electricity down through my body, right to the heart of my flower and I remember that summer.