We rode our bikes quietly down the narrow English lane. Despite the full moon, the lane was dark due to the intense cloud cover.
The temperature was perfect, and although we had hoped for the moon to light the ceremony we had planned, the darkness allowed us to enter our destination unseen.
"Right here", I whisper in the still air. I pull my bike into the ditch by the roadside and place yours beside it. Above the pathway we will use is a sign saying, "Welcome to Stonehenge."
We look at each other before going under the sign. We had been planning this day for a couple of weeks, and I was excited to complete the scheduled event. You squeezed my hand, and with a trembling voice, you whispered, "I am so excited."
We then start walking hand in hand down the serpentine path to the iconic stones. I am wearing a black-on-black brocade hooded robe and carrying a small bag. You also wear an off-white hooded robe with knotted ties that keep the robe closed.
As we walk down the path, whether actual or imaginary, the power of this iconic Druid location seems to penetrate our bodies. I feel a serene but powerful force awaken my body and make it tingle. I realize that this mystical sensation will enhance what we have planned.
Even though it is very dark, we can see the outline of the erected stones and the archway that we must pass through to enter the sacred circle.
As we pass under the arch, I feel the power of dominance become even more intense as we come closer to what is called the "Sex Slab." A raised stone in the middle of the circle is not quite at table height. Our research indicated that this stone had mystical powers that intensified sexual activities. On nights of the full moon, the Druids would hold orgies on this stone.
Tonight, it is just the two of us performing a sexual orgy of our hands, our mouths, and our bodies.
When we got to the stone, you turned and waited. Even in the darkness, I could tell you were excited as your eyes were wide in anticipation. As you stood still, I opened the bag and pulled out two candles that I placed on either side of the stone and lit them.
The flickering light of the candles that illuminated your robe added to the already very erotic setting.
As I stood before you, I said in a strong and confident voice, "My lover, my girl, the desire of my loins, undo your robe." I watch you slowly untie the five knots, holding your robe closed. As each knot is undone, your lovely body is exposed. Initially, it is the lovely cleavage that always arouses me. Your tight stomach shimmers due to the candlelight, and the sight is mesmerizing in this iconic location. As the last knot is released, your robe falls open slightly. I gaze at your beauty and softly let out a sound of appreciation.
You stand rigid, as this is all I told you about the ceremony that we will undertake. Once again, I reached into the little bag I had brought and pulled out a small flask. I opened the container, poured some liquid into my hand, and warmed it between my palms. I approached you and ran my hands up your neck and onto your cheeks. You smelled the lavender-scented oil and closed your eyes to take in the sensation.
My hands, slick with the oil, move down your core and up under the robe and over your breasts, and the robe is opened more by my actions. As my hands slide around your breasts and over your nipples, I hear you moan lowly, and your nipples become harder, as your eyes continue to be closed and your head tilted backwards. As my fingers slide over your breasts, I manipulate your nipples between my fingers to stimulate them even more.
Then my hands slide down your stomach and across your thighs. The back of my hands slide up the inside of your thighs. As my hands move up, your legs move aside to allow my hands to move up further along your body, and my fingers slide along your labia lips with my slick fingers.
My hand slides along your pussy lips, and a finger slides between your folds and enters your slowly. You inhale deeply, and your body stiffens as I enter you with my fingers. As my fingers slide in you, my thumb rests on your clitoris and moves over your clit in a circular motion with some pressure. I smile as I hear a soft moan leave your throat.