Bathed In Moonlight 1

"What am I doing??"

The thought echoed in my mind over and over as I drove on the dark road an hour outside the city. This is NOT the kind of thing that I do, so why am I SO compelled to make this trip?

"I'm on my way to see a witch perform a full moon ceremony..."

Just speaking those words out loud felt unreal. Like a Madlib come to life. These are the kind of words that belong in a horror movie tagline, not in my everyday life. The outlandishness of it all was enough to make me chuckle, yet still, I felt my heart beat begin to quicken the closer that I got.

The moon high in the sky followed me, almost taunting me as it guided me down the otherwise dark highway to the home of the Wiccan I'd been talking to for months now. Amanda.

"What am I doing??"

I thought once again, reflecting on how I ended up here at 3 a.m. People don't do these things in real life, yet here I am... and I had asked for it. I'd felt compelled to ask her if I could watch her perform the ritual when she told me about it. A cleansing she called it, for the Harvest moon. It would recharge her energy, fuel her power, cleanse her aura, and bring light and happiness into her home. Something that she sorely needed. In the short time we'd gotten to know each other, I'd come to understand much about her personal life that would break even the strongest of men.

Stuck for years in a loveless marriage that she was unable to escape. Practically a slave in her own home, forced to care for her husband's family in order to protect her own. She was stifled, stamped down, and harangued into a shell of herself. Always put last. Always expected to do for others at her own expense. Yet she had a strength and a will to continue on that was unrivaled. It was why I felt so drawn to her. There was a spark that I could see behind her eyes, a smoldering ember just waiting for the right breeze to turn that spark into a wildfire.

We met online, trading likes and messages on one site or another. Developing a companionship with each other that seemed to defy reason. A green witch goth mom and a Black man from the city who'd never participated in any of the mystical and spooky things shouldn't connect so well, you would think. But somehow we found each other and shared a bond that drew us closer and closer. Becoming enamored like a schoolhouse crush. Giddy and always wanting to talk on the phone to feel the presence of the other.

With each passing mile, the moon grew brighter and brighter, becoming a beacon that lit the way to the tiny suburban street her house was on. A right turn here, two lefts there, and suddenly my phone is telling me that I've arrived at my destination. I parked under a tree and looked around the cul-de-sac. The houses all blend together and it's hard to tell which is which. Too dark to see the numbers on the houses, I feel lost even though I'm closer than ever.

I text her "I'm outside." and wait...

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Five minutes later, still nothing. I began to worry that we wouldn't be able to see one another. That all the doubts that I'd held inside were true. That I was a fool for coming all this way. What an idiot I was to thi-

**buzz** **buzz**

"Where are you?" the phone read.

I looked up, blinking to let the light from the phone fade out of my eyes. There she appeared in the distance. Barely in view from the shadow of her front porch. But there. She looked around curiously, her eyes darting back and forth, searching. With a deep breath, I opened my door. The dome light of my car illuminated me against the night, drawing her attention. For a moment, time stood still as we stared at each other. Holding that split second for as long as we could, knowing that after this, we would no longer be simply strangers who met on the internet. But we would truly KNOW one another in reality.

I walked across the street, and then the grass, drawing closer and closer to her. The magnetic feeling I had been experiencing the entire drive reached its peak as I was within just a few feet of her. I stopped and held my ground under the shadow of her porch, willing her with every fiber of my being to close the gap of the last few steps between us. I tried to read the look on her face, but so many emotions flashed and swirled across it I wasn't entirely sure what she was thinking. Surprise, joy, disbelief, sadness, longing, fear, perhaps all of them or none at all.

"...you're here. You're really here," she whispered meekly, as though I would disappear if she proclaimed my existence too fiercely. She reached out a hand to touch me. Grabbing my arm and pulling herself closer to embrace me. Her body relaxed softly into mine as we locked ourselves together there rooted to that spot. A shudder moved through her body, perhaps too cold from the night air. So I squeezed her tighter. The heat of our bodies passed back and forth between us, each point of contact crackling with electricity. I enjoyed the sensation for a long moment before I felt her quiver once again.

"Cold?" I say. Pulling her back from the crook of my shoulder and grabbing her by the chin, I raised her face up to mine. Her 5'3" frame stared at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. My eyes scanned her face, noticing all the details that pictures and video chats could never do justice. A smile beamed brightly through the curve of her full lips, the pale skin of her face had an ethereal quality, but it was her eyes that captivated me. Half hidden by a lock of her purple dyed hair, they were big bright pools that flickered and glowed like liquid metal. With every breath she took they seemed to change color. One second shining like gold, the next grey as a storm, then soft and brown like freshly tilled earth, then green as a forest in spring, then blue as the sea and back again. It was mesmerizing and I found myself lost to time, until I felt her on her tiptoes, her lips grazing mine softly and suddenly.

"We have to be quiet," she told me as we walked toward her garage.

"We had to wait so late because Victor has a relative staying over and I don't trust him to not be nosy, but we should be fine now," she half whispered to me as she closed the door separating the garage from the rest of the house. This was a place that I recognized well. It was her own little sanctuary, where she would spend what little time she wasn't taking care of her family. There was an old brown leather recliner, a TV, a computer, a bunch of boxes being stored, and two cats, wary but watchful.

We sat for a moment yapping with one another about everything and nothing at all. Just glad to be with th other. Eventually I asked about the ritual that she was going to do. A cleansing she had called it previously. Much of the process had already been done, but the final steps she was about to complete. It had started early in the day with her cleaning her home, washing specifically the door, and lighting sage around the entire place. The best way to get rid of the old before bringing new energy in. Then she'd set her intentions for her life and the future, and now she would cleanse herself in the light of the full moon when it was highest and brightest in the sky.

"I've never had someone else watch me do this kind of thing. Just a few card pulls or maybe a blessing for a friend or two who'd asked. But nothing quite like this," she said, surprising me.

"Thank you for sharing with me," I said, grateful to even be able to experience this with her... whatever it was that this was to be.

I watched her closely as she moved about the garage, getting ready. She was purposeful in all her movements, but I could tell that she was nervous. She grabbed a large bucket and poured rainwater that she had collected from the few storms we had received so far this year, and let it fill to the brim. She grabbed a towel from a shelf and set it down just inside the door which led to her side yard. There was a small piece of folded paper that she took out and read, her lips mouthing the words written on it. She turned off all but one light in the garage, lit a small white candle, and turned towards me. A hint of doubt was on her face, but also something else. Determination? Her eyes turned steely then soft again as I smiled at her.

"If you're ready, come outside," she said.

I passed through the door to her side yard and moved right a few feet down the concrete path. I found myself in a dead end. A wooden fence on one side, the exterior of her home on the other, and a gate leading back to the street I came from directly ahead. I turned round and watched unsure if I was even in the right place. She stepped out of the garage and placed the candle just outside the door, giving a soft glow to a small patch of the yard then walked towards the grass of the small clearing. She placed the bucket at her bare feet then stood, giving me a glance out the side of her eyes. She bit her lip in just the slightest way. I wouldn't have even noticed if not for the intense focus that I'd had on her.

With a deep breath, she looked up toward the moon.

My gaze followed hers. Against the black sky, it took on a golden hue. Rich and vibrant, yet soft and inviting with its warm glow. I could see why some would feel that the moon had a special kind of power at that moment. It felt much the same to me. A spark to light an ember. I brought my eyes back down to her just as she raised her arms toward the spaghetti straps of the light floral print dress she was wearing. She slipped one off of her shoulder slowly, looking back at me. My eyes grew wider, somehow increasing my focus on her. She slid the other strap down and held the fabric at her chest. She took a moment to gather herself and with a final deep breath let the fabric fall to the floor.

There she was completely nude in front of me, that determined look on her face as she set about her task. She moved her hand through the water and brought it to her head, pouring it gently over herself. The sound of the water washing over her body echoed softly through the small clearing. Reflections from the flickering candle danced and played across every inch of her flesh as she turned in a slow circle. I couldn't help but to admire the beauty before me as she let the water pour from her hands and flow across her skin like a shimmering veil, caressing her ever so softly. She had a sway to her body as though music was playing that only she could hear. Again, she looked up reverently to the sky, her hands now outstretched. There was a crackle in the air, an energy began to fill the yard that was intoxicating. I could feel my own heartbeat beginning to accelerate, working overtime to fill the hard piece of flesh that was quickly swelling in my jeans as I remained planted and continued to watch.

The moon became a spotlight as she kept moving in her slow circle, giving her the aura of a cosmic deity. My ears felt on fire as the pounding in my chest drowned out all sounds of the night. She glowed with the energy beaming down on her, her feminine form in focus as though no other being on earth existed. Her large breasts rose and fell with her breath, each subtle movement making me ache in the most primal of ways. More water fell down her back, accentuating the round swell of her ass. She made me salivate as she continued to turn. Brighter and brighter she glowed as she reached for the bucket for the third and last time. She poured the remaining water over her drenched body, allowing it to take with it the weight of her sorrows. It dripped between the valley of her breasts, past her tummy, and through the V at the center of her being down her thighs. I couldn't tell whether the moisture there was from the water only or if she was feeling the same erotic energy that was pulsing through me with each flicker of the light, with each beat of my heart. At this thought, I looked back up into her eyes. She was still as the night around us, watching me once again with those molten eyes. She seemed to see right through me or rather into me.

The glow that illuminated the yard around us started to fade. The sound of my breath heavy in the air brought me back to the moment, and suddenly I could hear crickets in the distance and the wind drifting by. Steam rose off her naked body, and a shiver passed over us as we stared at one another. With a smile, she stepped back through the doorway of the garage. Remembering the towel, I trailed in after her and grabbed it just as she reached for it. I unfolded it, holding it out in front of her. She stepped into my outstretched arms but didn't move otherwise. The look in her eyes daring me to do what I knew we both wanted. I wrapped my arms around her once again, sliding the terrycloth towel over her shoulders and down her sides. I swiped up and over her stomach and up again to the soft flesh of her breasts, kneading them softly in my hands as I felt the weight of them in my palms. Even through the fabric of the towel, I could feel the stiffness of her nipples pressing into me, nearly as hard as the erection that had been raging inside of my jeans since this all began.

She sucked in her breath as I cupped her breast, pinching the nipple ever so slightly. Half of a breathless moan escaped her lips. We could no longer pretend that we weren't both feeling what we were. We wanted each other in the worst possible way. It was more than just simple desire, but a need. We had to have each other NOW. I dropped the towel, exposing her to me once again, and cupped my hands around the back of her head, pulling her lips to mine. The feel of her soft and inviting lips melting against my more urgent and aggressive ones began to whip me into a frenzy. I could feel her hands gripping me at my sides as I pushed her back further into the garage, holding on for dear life as we tumbled around the room, trying not to make as much noise as we wished. We bumped first into the sink, laughing as we did for only a second, then into a set of boxes as we spun in front of the TV, and finally, I pushed her back down, falling onto the soft recliner below us.

There beneath me on the leather chair, she ceased seeming like an untouchable deity but was now something else--more like prey in front of me, and I a hungry lion ready to pounce. I lowered my body over hers, capturing her lips once more. Neither of us denied our passion in any way. No holding back. No pretending. Just raw feeling. My tongue slipped into her mouth, wanting to feel hers against it. But even more, wanting to wrestle that tongue into submission beneath me. I wanted to possess her, to capture her, to own the powerful being that I had been watching through the night. I was bewitched, and I had to have her. But she would not make it easy for me. She would make me prove that I'd earned the privilege. In our battle of wills, she surprised me and took my bottom lip between her teeth, holding it for a long moment. Little did she know that aggression would only fuel me to go further.

I gave a small growl, and her smile released my lip from her grasp. I locked onto her smoldering eyes, and she released a small yelp as my lips dove back in towards her neck, trailing a series of kisses toward her chest. My tongue swirling across the flesh of her breast in a long, slow swirl until I would bite into it with a slight amount of suction. Her body bowed up into me, attempting to escape the sudden influx of pain. My hands rose to hold her down, and a low throaty moan escaped her as I gnawed on her. She tried to stifle her sounds by closing a hand over her mouth, which perfectly raised her left breast up to my eye-line. I pulled off her right, admiring the dark purple and red mark starting to form.

I moved my head to flick my tongue and capture my dearest Amanda's puffy swollen nipple between my lips. I sucked and slurped on her and let my hands wander around the rest of her. I dipped a finger into her glistening slit. The wetness spreading so quickly that I added a second and allowed my thumb to lightly brush her clit, which pulsed and throbbed just as hard as I did. I toyed and teased her mercilessly, bringing her body to the edge of the cliff once, twice, three times, but never letting her fall over. I backed off her and brought my soaked hand toward my face.

The aroma rose into my brain and took over. I no longer had the higher functions of my logical mind, just an instinct to taste the flavor that took a hold over me. I suckled on my hand as though I was starving. The sweetness of her juices like the finest honey. I had to have it direct from the source with no delay! I fell to my knees on the concrete floor and grabbed her thighs roughly. I spread them wide while staring her down into the pit of her soul. Arousal with the slightest hint of fear on her face was evident as I succumbed to my most primal instincts. My face sought out the source of the delicious nectar, my beard scratching at her thighs. My tongue stretched out far as it could, taking one long lick from her gooch to her mound. I savored that taste for what felt like an eternity but in reality was only a few seconds. The addiction was instant, and I would forever chase the taste and feel of her gushing pussy on my lips. No other would do. I would drink the nectar of her sex for as long as my tongue could taste. Up and down, swirls, left and right, sucking, nibbling, nipping--I would use every method available to me to keep her sweetness flowing so that I could devour it. The essence of her dripping into me with every gush. A feast.

As amazing as it was, I still needed MORE however. Her muffled moans and whimpers at the attention my mouth was giving became more and more frequent and urgent...right up until I stopped. I pulled my lips off of her and stood up tall. Her eyes flew open, wild and wide, unsure of why the pleasure she had been missing for far too long in her life was taken from her.

"It's MY turn," I said with a devilish grin through my shimmering beard. She rose quickly, grabbing at my waistband with both hands eagerly. With a hard shove, she pulled my jeans down, my boxer briefs tenting out desperately towards her. Grasping my bulge with one hand, she gave the covered shaft a kiss and slid my underwear down with the other. My rock-hard dick swayed in the air as I stepped out of the clothes gathered around my ankles. She grasped me and planted a series of kisses up from both balls to the precum-dripping eye of my cock. Finally, her lips parted and her tongue dipped ever so softly into the slit of my dick as she began to suckle on me.

I had to choke back a moan as she moved up and down slowly. Her mouth was heavenly on me, the way her mouth slurped and nibbled, sinfully divine. I could feel her saliva dripping down my engorged shaft with every bob of her head. Pistoning deeper and deeper until I began to hit the back of her throat. The gagging sound echoed around the garage, its only witnesses her, me, and the two cats who watched, hidden among the storage. The guttural choking, slobbery sounds coming from her throat didn't slow or deter her for a single second. If anything, it only seemed to make her more and more excited. It was as if she no longer needed air to breathe. Instead, she would inhale my essence. The man sliding in and out of her mouth so wantonly would sustain her like a living oxygen tube.

Her hands cupped my balls in a firm grip, her other at the base of my shaft. Backing up until the very tip of my turgid dick was left grazing her lips. She looked up at me with a mischievous smile and winked...then proceeded to deepthroat me down to the root. Swallowing me whole, rippling around me, racking my body with wave after wave of pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure of her mouth threatened to take me to oblivion, and I would gladly go to my doom if I didn't pull off her immediately. Grabbing a fistful of purple hair, I pulled her off with an audible pop.