We all have those unnerving moments in life. The ones where the hair on the back of your neck stands up for no reason. Or maybe it's a shadow that slips around the corner, too fast for you to follow. Or a breath suddenly stirs the air against your ear. Did someone just whisper your name? Your usual response is to put it off as your imagination playing tricks on the gullible parts of your brain. And yet, what if there is something more to these chance encounters with the strange? I am here to tell you, there is.
I think it all began that night when my girlfriend, Valerie, came home late. Well, let's be honest, she came home late most nights, so that wasn't really all that strange. She worked at the University Library as an aide in the Special Archives Collection. You wouldn't believe the stuff they have stashed in those places. Not to mention all of work that had to be done, from what she said. That night wasn't any different; at least that's what I thought.
"Hey babe. So, how were the ol' dusty tomes? Did they behave themselves?"
"Very funny, but yes." She kissed me briefly. "We started cataloguing the pages from a 4th century text. Strangest illuminations I've ever seen. Even Dr. Gennter said they were odd."
"Oh?" I said vaguely. I was having a hard time paying attention to what she was saying. She had worn a wonderfully short, yet academically acceptable skirt today.
"Yeah, they're terribly anachronistic. We shouldn't be seeing them in a Latin manuscript of that time." She put her purse down next to the shoe bench before sitting down."Not to mention the first translations came back with references to things that haven't ever been heard of."
She didn't seem to notice that she was giving me a perfect view of her breasts in a nice lacey number as she bent over to untie her shoes. It was one of the things I loved about her, that she seemed oblivious to how much she affected me.
"So," I started, trying to cover for my lack of attention. "What's the name of the manuscript? Is its mystery on par with the sonnets of Nostradamus?"
"It's called the..." Valerie took off one of her boots with a grunt and flung it to the side before starting on the other one. "Sazune Moboktoi."
Just then I thought I caught a movement through the glass of the front door. Nothing was there.
"And I know you wouldn't seriously bring up Nostra-dumb-us, so nice try."
She wasn't quite done with the second boot, but had slipped one foot back a bit to give leverage. My eyes traced up her long thin leg until I saw a quick flash of white cloth. Such a wonderfully basic thing to see on a girl that dressed anything but.
"Sounds Japanese." I said.
"That's right." She was slightly shorter now that she lacked her boots, but as Valerie stood up, she was only a few inches under me.
"That's just one more conundrum about it. The text is in Latin, the illuminations English, and the title and supplementary text is in Japanese."
She walked past me and hit the lights.
"Hey!" I said, "You trying to leave me on the dark?"
"You were already there." She replied, smiling.
"Look, just because I don't get everything you do at work doesn't mean I'm dumb".
I still felt it though. Val was too book-smart for her own good. I caught up just enough behind her as she walked up the lit stairs for her bottom to be right above my eyes, like some testament to Venus herself.
"That's true. You always seem to know what's going on in what was it? The innie 5000?"
For once I was thankful for the long staircase. I zoomed in on the white panties she was wearing and got another pleasant surprise. The cloth had slipped slightly to the side and I could see that one crease of her womanhood had pushed its way out. I found myself lucky for two reasons right then, that my girlfriend liked to shave everything, and more importantly, I got to check the handiwork on a regular basis.
"Well now, that was below the belt. I told you those drivers are marathoners in their own right."
The rest of the night went without any further odd events. There was some excitement though.
I had heard her get into the shower as I watched the tail-end of a rather disappointing ball game. The door opened again briefly and she through her clothes to the laundry bag. Then the door closed again. The view I got was enough to motivate me to turn off the tv and remove my own clothes.
I opened the door and shut it quickly behind me. The steam from the shower was hot and sticky. Her form wasn't times nearly bare to me, beautiful and pale and then swallowed again by the swirling mist. I loved the clear glass panels that allowed me access to her intimate parts. Sliding the panel over I got in behind her. She was almost done with her shower and I watched as she moved the soap over her legs, bending down. What a prime position.
"Hello, beautiful." I whispered and I gently pressed my hips upon her.
"Needed to clean up, huh?" She asked.
"Yeah, I suppose..." I said as I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her bald pussy and pushed enough to get the ball rolling. She was already wet with excitement and it was an easy, if tight, fit. She let out a quick breath she must have been holding and pressed herself more fully onto me.
"Oh, I get it now." She said, huskily.
As I got into a regular rhythm of in-and-outs, her lubrication was almost too much. I stopped briefly.
"Quick, can you pee on me?" I whispered in her ear.
"What?" She said, annoyed I had stopped pumping."Why?"
