Chapter 16. Midnight Visit

Tuesday September 23, 2008

Shortly After Midnight

Four hours later I woke up the way I do in a strange bed, fully awake, alert and actively very interested in the female I was holding to my ... let’s say bosom.

Part of the wage-up deal is the air, at home I keep a precise temperature and humidity with a mix of faint herbal fragrances from the Amazon, I know where I am so I can take my time waking. Anywhere else, my body knows “this is not my bed” so I wake up fast, like flicking a switch. I was still spooning Irene with my arms around her, it is always best to be sure when starting some things. It took a longer breath to orient myself to the safe house bedroom, it was a canopied bed with the curtains closed - Toad’s idea, partially so he didn’t have a view of the sun. I figured it out, everything was okay. Once I was centered I was on to Princely business, the lady had made a request of my body. I checked, all systems were “go,” for more mutual feel goods. “We are going in again,” I whispered to the equipment.

My fingers probed lightly, without disturbing her sleep. When they gently parted the gateway folds of flesh they found the moistness, clear evidence that Irene’s body was receptive of company, perhaps she was dreaming something naughty at this instant. I am big at making dreams come true.

As I opened her up a little more Irene started to make friendly noises, cooing, sighing and moaning. She was clinging to sleep, enjoying it as a very nice dream. Fingertips wet with her juices gave soft touches to tender flesh, working the folds open as I encouraged the dream. She smiled and settled a bit deeper into it for a few moments it took to carefully open the doorway. The nubbin of pleasure at the front was asleep, wrapped inside it’s blanket of flesh, so after adding a drop of her fluid I left it alone.

I took my time, moving as slowly as a horny glacier in the first sunlight. But eventually, when her folds had been opened so the sweet pink flesh was exposed and moist, it was just in time for the star of the show to visit her happy valley with a wet kiss and the slightest suggestion for a deeper, more energetic visit, if she was in the mood. If she was not awake she might react unfavorable to finding an intruder at the door, so I began my ‘gentle wakie’ routine of light, gentle kisses on her back, shoulders, neck, ears and finally her rosy cheeks. She deciphered the plot and pursed her lips for a kiss by the time I got there.

The gentle chaste kiss slowly warmed as she drifted across the border between sleep and awareness. I let her take it to the next level of parted lips with gentle tongue play. We spent a few minutes there, she liked the kisses in the dark. Her eyes were barely open when she finally drew her face away, and moved her body slightly so her nether lips could return the favor of my kiss, on something like a tongue, but larger, and more interesting for both of us. We had a unchaste kiss at the other end.

“That was surely the nicest wake-up I have ever known, you are my Prince of dreams,” she said in a still sleepy voice while she arched her back to present her treasured opening. “I bet what comes next will be equally pleasing ... If you would...”

She had moved herself so the tip of my cock was nestled well inside the moist folds of her body. Well, we were both ready, so why keep the lady waiting at the heavenly door? I pushed inward. For a moment her body whispered “no” out of habit, but we both knew better. Moist pink flesh parted as a we both insisted we wanted deeper contact, then my ridge popped in, pushing through the tight doorway as it it’s nature.

I knew this was a spot where her lady parts needed to adjust to my presence. Her body had never known an entry like this, as her past visitors came in the front when they had permission. Also, even those were over a decade ago. Unlike our earlier joining in the split, which her body had been anticipating, this type of unprepared entry was an old, nearly forgotten genetic memory in the hard wiring of her body.

Not that there was any objection. She gasped a little at the shock of entry, my cock ridge and her tight entryway are designed that way. But her the gasp was purely not an objection. “Ohhh YESSS ... You feel so good ... what a marvelous idea this was. Please ... don’t stop, press on, let me feel...”

I pulled back just a little and then pushed in some more, pressing about half of my shaft in. That must have been a very naughty dream, she was producing plenty of her juices in addition to the pre-cum I was producing pre-lube to keep the parts moving. But I checked myself and only went so far. I wanted my moves to stay a pleasant memory for her when this was over. It had taken at least a dozen minutes since that chaste kiss we exchanged. But we were in no hurry, she still had one foot in her dream.

“ ... Oh fuck me ... that feels so so goooood ... Different ... primitive ... but loving ... very good inside. No man has ever shown me such wonders.”

I stopped for a moment and ran my hands over the warm flesh of her flanks, her bottom, her back, her shoulders, and around her front to cup her breasts, treating her like a favorite possession. A treasured possession. She felt it too, and for the first time in her life she accepted the feeling of being possessed, embraced it, relished it. “Yes, so good, I am yours my Lord,” she said softly.

The words of submission were strange to her, never uttered with this particular intent. But she had to say them now. In saying those words, and feeling the emotion behind them, she opened a doorway deep within her brain, a door which led to another pathway evolution had programmed into her body’s operating system but which had never been activated. Pride, independence and strength guarded the door, guardians she had crafted with her pure determination. Until now, when the pleasure of my entry into her body overcame the guardians, and allowed the door to open. Opening the door added chemicals to her blood, chemicals that fed her pleasure, creating new feelings about her purpose in life. Some were short term, others would stay with her, coloring her future in subtle ways.

I gently squeezed a soft warm nipple, playing with it, giving it attention. This was not new, it was the type of thing women did to her in the past. A favor she had returned with a gentle laugh until a kiss replaced the laughs. She enjoyed the light twisting and squeezing as it stiffened. Still in her dream, she was unsure about her lover, was in a man or a woman? She decided it was both, she had the best attentions of two lovers. How very clever she was!