The moon rose full and bright over the quiet beach house. It's light glinted off the wall of windows that faced the surf, breaking frothy and white under the moon. The waves were gentle on this still night and the sea slipped in smoothly over the white sand, running up the beach and around the concrete pillars that supported the house above.
The beach was empty for miles in either direction save for this lone house secluded in the back of a slight inlet. A man stood at the top of the bluff overlooking the bungalow. His white t-shirt, stretched tightly over his muscular body, glared brightly in the full moon. He had taken to coming here on moonlit nights to watch the ocean continue its quest to drown the earth. It was a refuge, his secret place. The house was always waiting on him, seeming to glow with warmth when he arrived, never disappointing him, never cajoling him when he had been away too long. She had always been alone, vacant until tonight.
He stood atop a small bluff and looked at the faint glow of candlelight flickering in the one-roomed home. He could see little from where he stood but he knew that tonight, he could not sit alone on the covered balcony. There would be no quiet reflection, no comforting solitude. He was angered at the intruder, the one who had raped his lonely love.
Familiar steps led him quietly to the house's upper end where he slipped silently onto the balcony and moved to the southern side window. He pulled his white t-shirt off of his body, letting his deeply tanned skin slip him into the shadows of the night, and peered carefully into the house. There had always been the ghosts of furniture covered carefully by white, but tonight, the room was colored, the sheets removed. And there were candles lit throughout, their light fluttering across the room, over the wooden floors and the faded, colored rugs. The man's eyes searched the furniture, the plush couches and Victorian Chairs, over the bed, whose sheets were tossed and disturbed, to the dining table, the empty bar...nothing.
His eyes returned to the center table covered with glowing candles and then settled to a large jaguar cape that stretched across the wood floor. The animal's angry head still snarled out the eastern windows, his lush coat stretched out smooth and flat behind him. There, stretched languorously atop the cape, as wild and catlike as the fur itself, was the naked body of a woman lost in obvious ecstasy.
His eyebrows lifted slightly as he realized what was going on before him. The woman's knees where bending and writhing as one long, supple arm disappeared into the valley of her lust. Her head was cast back, her eyes closed, her shortened blonde hair disarrayed and blending into the jaguar's cape. Her second arm cradled her ample breasts, her fingers pulling and massaging an engorged nipple. He watched as her knees parted and she began to buck gently on her wild bed. From his view above her head, he could only see the back of her hand working desperately at her sex.
Through the thick panes of glass came the distinct sound of her cries, rising louder now as her thighs began to twitch and her head jerked upward. He felt his own neglected member stiffening uncomfortably against his khaki shorts. He touched himself quickly, adjusting his hardening shaft to stand upward, allowing the head to protrude above the waistband to accommodate its growth, as was his habit when he was alone and lost in his fantasies.
The woman had abandoned herself to her ecstasy now and was writhing wildly over the jaguar cape. The silent animal was screaming past the silent watcher as it seemed to espouse the very cries of pleasure that echoed faintly through the house.
He felt an aching begin in his testicles as his cock strained upward, thrusting against his rippled stomach as he huddled under the window.
In a moment, she was silent. Her body relaxed and she cast one arm outward, the other still covering her heaving breasts. Her legs were thrown open away from the man in the window and there was only the motion of her breathing, the rising tide of her breasts. In a moment, she rose slowly and he stared at her naked beauty as she walked away from him. He watched the motion of her hips and the slight tremor of her shaped ass. He stared deeply between her moving legs and found the tiny space of air where her inner thighs turned in slightly before meeting her sex. She leaned over, bending her body away from his eyes, presenting him with an unobstructed view of her naked sex, her pussy glistening wet, almost oozing with her come, and above, her darkened anus opened itself to his hungering eyes.
He felt his cock stirring and he opened his shorts under the window and as he stared at her exposed body, he pulled his thick, curving member from his underwear and grasped it with his fingers, encircling the thick shaft and stroking it softly. It rose continually higher and he began to quicken his movement, his hand becoming a blur on his cock. He was amused somewhat that there was a women just inside that had no idea that he was watching her, lusting after her, masturbating hungrily over her.
She picked up a white robe from the floor and stood, casting it over her shoulders and hiding her nudity from him. She threaded her way carefully through the furniture to the patio door. The glass slid effortlessly aside and she stepped through into the warm Florida night. She walked to the balcony railing and leaned over it, bracing her arms, palms downward and resting her body on one leg.
He watched her through the house, the southern window giving him clear sight through the house to the eastern glass and the oceanfront balcony. Her back was to him. Her disheveled blonde hair wavered tightly in the ocean breeze and she ran a hand absently through it, trailing her fingers down the back of her neck, over her shoulder, disappearing from his view. Her arm stayed bent and her elbow continued to move. He was certain that her hand had found her full breasts.
He closed his shorts over his erect cock and slipped back over the balcony and moved behind the house, circling around in the high, wild grass of the dunes, down to the front of the house. He was in a cluster of grass near the ocean front of the house now. He saw her clearly, a scant 20 feet above him. Her hand was inside her robe and as he watched, she pulled her robe aside, hooking it behind the round swell of her breast and caressing the stiffened, dark nipples. He loosed his shorts again and his hand encircled his twitching cock again. The moon was a spotlight on her sexual activity. He briefly thought that its brightness might betray him but he just as quickly realized that he had nothing to fear from discovery. And then the realization hit him with its full weight.
There was nothing, no one, not for miles. Only this private, secluded beach house, its sexual dreamer and himself, powerful man, comfortable in his element and throbbing with desire. His mind began to race.
She startled him momentarily when she cast her robe off again, fully naked in the moonlight. She draped the white cloth over the railing and stepped smooth and elegant, with the power of beauty, to the stone stairway that led down to the sand. Her steps carried her a scant distance from the man's hiding place as she passed on her way to the surf. He watched her breasts moving slightly with her steps and then she was in the ocean. She plunged in and began to swim. Her body seemed to belong in the sea, she seemed to merge with the gently rolling waves and he watched her legs kicking smooth and strong as she headed out.
He was calm again, even angry that his excitement had been forced to abate, but his mind was still exploring his thoughts as he took in the events. He knew that he wanted her, to feel her breasts flattened against his hard chest, to run his fingers through her blonde hair, to feel her strong thighs wrapped around his waist, to feel the heat of her sex enveloping him.
She was returning and on a whim, he stood and moved down the beach and then turned and walked along the surf. He was walking slowly down the beach as she emerged from the water. He had been careful to place himself between her and the beach house so that she would notice him at the same time that he came upon her. He heard her gasp as her eyes found his dark figure in the moonlight. He turned and looked at her, feigning surprise. She collapsed to her knees, the ocean washing around her waist. He briefly noted that her arms did not cover her breasts and the nipples were straining from her skin from the cool water.
"Hello!" he said. "I didn't know anyone lived in this bungalow!"
She was staring at him, her eyes taking him in. His chest tensed and then bulged, his stomach muscles rippling tightly under her appraisal, and he briefly worried about the appearance of his roughly cropped hair and two days growth of scruff.
"Hello," she managed. "I am only here for a few weeks. Summering, you know. What are you doing here?"
He noted that her voice was quivering but he was unsure if it was from the cold sea, embarrassment at being caught naked, or fear.
He made a pretense of looking around the sand.
"I don't seem to see a robe of any sort here," he said.
She nodded at the balcony. He walked to the steps, climbed the balcony and retrieved her robe.
"I walk this beach every night," he said as he walked back to where she knelt in the surf. He stopped still several feet shy of her, pretending to be against getting his shorts wet, and held her robe out.
She stared at him and in the moonlight, he thought he saw a wild look of angry nervousness. She didn't move. He smiled and turned his back to her, still holding the robe out to his side. He stared at the beach house as he waited. The robe was taken from his fingers and in a moment she was by him, covered in white which shined in the moonlight, and hurrying toward the steps. She stopped at the bottom and turned around to look at him again.
"How did you find this place?" She asked.
