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Moonlit Maiden Ch 01

Moonlit Maiden Ch 01

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This story is purely a work of fiction, and all characters are consenting adults.

John slowly slides his eyes open, giving in to his restlessness. Unable to sleep he squints looking around the room dimly illuminated a faint red from the digital clock to his left on the nightstand. The numbers read 1:00. He had only been in bed for an hour, but it felt like an eternity. He has class at his local community college the next day, but at this point he is tempted to skip.

He pulls the covers off and is greeted by the chill night air. He must have left the window open. He stands up and slips his feet into the slippers left beside the bed. Hugging himself for warmth he walks over to the window. The blackout curtains he purchased blocked any semblance of light from coming through the window. He reaches over the small desk sitting in front of the window.

Upon pulling the curtains open the full moon came into view with wispy clouds surrounding it. His window looks past his backyard and into the nearby backyards of his neighbors. Tonight being a full moon made it easy to see the neatly trimmed grass and sparse trees separating him from his neighbors.

The house directly across from his was much nicer than his own. A full swimming pool as well as a balcony with a hot tub. John peers at the kitchen counter with remnants of the mess left from making dinner earlier that night. The light is on, so maybe he is not the only one without sleep. He slides the window closed and latches it shut, spinning around to face his room again now with ample light to get around. John stumbles his way into the hallway and into the bathroom to empty his bladder. Letting out a delightful "sigh" to the pressure receding.

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After sliding his pants back up to his waist he moves in front of the sink to wash his hands. To an outside observer the figure in the mirror would be described as average looking. John had many traditionally attractive features, a strong jawline, broad shoulders, and when measured head to toe almost six foot one. However, his driver's license says six foot two. It never hurts to tack another inch on. John has not had much luck with women, all things considered. His lack of attention to upkeep his appearance draws attention away from anything that would catch the female gaze. His dark hair is in desperate need of a hair cut as it reaches over his ears and down his forehead with a tuft upright in the back. Wisps of hair extend from his chin giving him an unshaven look, but not in a good way. He only has on pajama pants. His upper body was not amazing, but passable. Slender with slight definition from his occasional workout. John had confidence in what was hidden below the pants, but not many have the ability to confirm.

He leaves the bathroom towards the stairs. The house has enough light for him to make it all the way to the kitchen. He does not want to flip on the lights, because John does in fact have roommates. He grabs a quick bite from the fridge, a small cup of yogurt, and a spoon before making his way back up the stairs.

He flips a small lamp on, lighting the room with warm soft light. He sits down in the padded chair he had taken from his parents house before leaving. He enjoys spending his time at the desk. On it his small laptop he uses to do his schoolwork, play the occasional game and browse the internet. The desk is situated directly in front of the window. Whenever he runs into a problem he can't solve he gazes at the trees outside. While sitting the angle did not allow him to see the grass below, but the neighbors balcony on the other side of the yard was in clear view. He had never seen anyone outside despite the large pool. He wasn't even sure who lived there. Tonight though, he notices more lights on than when he had previously looked out the window.

John notices a shadow moving along the wall of the bedroom the balcony is attached to. The shadow catches his attention as it obviously belongs to a woman. The shadow is slowly disrobing a set of clothes off of its body. He is drawn in. She slowly reveals her curves, confirming for John she was in fact a woman. However the shadow left a lot up to the imagination, and John is entranced by the notion of seeing this take place. Her body, although hidden to him, in full view of the lamp, illuminating every angle onto the wall. He is disappointed as she pulls a robe over her shoulders hiding her body. John remains curious and wants to see the woman the shadow belonged to.

She walks in front of the sliding door leading to the balcony facing directly towards his window. She stops at the doorway to bend over and put on some sort of sandals. Her long hair draping down over her head and covering her face. Her hair is dark brown like chocolate.

When she finishes she slides the door open and walks out onto the balcony. It was hard to make out the details of her face in the night and this far away. He watches her slowly strut to the hot tub with colorful lights. He is transported to a runway with this woman, the model. Her hips sway back and forth with each step. The sides of her robe hugging her waist, the opening in the center swayed with each step gifting John with short glimpses of her long legs shining in the moonlight.

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She slowly slides the robe down her shoulders. He traces it down with his eyes slowly revealing her glowing caramel skin. Her chest was left completely bare. John examines the two mounds on her chest; the moonlight shining on them exemplifies their figure. They are not large by any means, but the smooth curves direct his attention to the stiff points in the center standing tall in the cool breeze.

Her slender form guides his gaze down to a pair of black underwear, the only remaining glimpse of innocence. This moment is short lived when she leans forward to peel them off. Leaning forward with her, John watches the panties fall to her ankles followed by her feet gracefully lifting out of them. A dark patch of pubic hair and the slight contour of her vulva. She is free.

Stepping into the hot tub she lowers her body into the water hiding most of her beauty. John thinks of himself at this moment not as a man spying on his neighbor, but as an admirer in a way more akin to viewing art in an art museum. Aesthete and aesthetic. He waits for more but is left wanting as she lays relaxing in front of him.

He tries to capture her body in his mind as he reaches his hand down under the desk. His desire awakens from its slumber. He closes his eyes and focuses on how she looked standing on the balcony. His mind focused on her perfect boobs as he began stroking himself. Running his fingers along the length of his shaft. Feeling it grow in his hands. Any semblance of thoughts in his mind overwhelmed by thoughts of the beautiful moonlit woman. Tracing over her curves in his mind, fantasies appearing in his mind. He leans forward into his desk as he gives into his primal impulses. His legs clench as pleasure sweeps over him in waves, coating the wall with his hot liquid.

He remains for a few seconds over his desk like a puppet without a puppeteer. He feels liquid dripping down his hand onto the carpet as the final waves pass. Normally he would be disappointed in this moment, but not after what he had just witnessed. He glances up to notice the girl had made her way back inside while his eyes had been shut in ecstacy. The lights are now off and he gives up any hope of seeing her again tonight. He proceeds to clean his liquid off of the wall and carpet. An amount of semen that would be astonishing to any except John. He knows that was blessed when it came to his manhood. He is not able to remember the last time he had come, it was a great release. He had been caught up studying for his exams all week. Exams. Shit. He looks at the clock. 1:59. He has an exam in the morning at 8:00 so he quickly jumps in bed and pulls the covers over his head.

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