My mind snapped awake with the unfamiliar sound. It seemed to be coming from somewhere in the trees just over the low wall that divides the golf course from my back yard. I lay still, eyes wide open listening for whatever it was that drew me into consciousness. The moonlight, flowing in through the partially open plantation shutters, cast hash marks of white-gold into the blue tinged darkness of my bedroom. There it is again: “whooo-whoooo, whooo-whooo”. I could feel my body instantly relax as I understood it was just our resident owl out looking for a late night dinner of a tasty marsupial. “Dumb bird”, I mumbled to myself. A quick glance at the clock told me I’d only been asleep three hours.

I turned onto my side, readjusted my pillows, closed my eyes, and tried to psych myself back into a restful state. As comfortable, and as tired as I felt, I could not turn off my mind. It seemed to be searching for and anticipating the owl’s next call. It was worthless to try to get back to sleep. Mentally resigned to the fact, I turned on to my back, yawned, and stretched myself fully. The effort caused the light sheet that had been my cover to slide down, exposing my torso. I stared dumbly up at the ceiling fan wondering what I was going to do to occupy myself until I felt I could sleep again. The fan silently stirred and moved the air pleasantly down over my body. The warm August night was made quite agreeable by using it rather than the air conditioning system.

Almost mesmerized by the whirling rhythm of the fan’s blades as I continued to stare upwards, I felt my body begin to respond. The hair on my forearms and upper legs began to rise, and my exposed skin began to tighten in “goose flesh”. “Hmm; this is pleasant”, I thought. Instantly, with the realization of the sensations my nipples followed the lead of the skin of my chest, and tightened into erect nibs.

In the quiet, moonlight-mottled dark, I continued to lay there, arms still at my sides, trying to feel with mind and body, what was transpiring. It was engrossing and decidedly delicious. The more I felt, the more I felt. My cock, which had been happily in repose on my thigh, enjoying the fan-cooled night air, now began to stir and swell. The more it felt, the higher it inched up along my leg, arcing ever toward my navel. “Amazing …” I thought. I felt as if I was coming ‘alive’. The hypersensitivity of all my faculties made me think momentarily that perhaps I was dreaming, but as my balls began to shift and my scrotum tingled and tightened; I knew this was all in real time.

I wanted to change position but I was afraid of losing the feelings. If I could levitate over the bed, my entire body could experience the sensations. I was still in my right mind enough to understand that this wasn’t possible, so I gambled and decided to do the next best thing. Arising slowly, eyes wide open, I stood upright and moved towards the shutter-covered doors leading to the patio. The slightness and tone of my body minimized the effect gravity’s pull, so the delightful physical sensations remained as I ambled forward.

Standing next to the widows, I breathed in the jasmine scented night and blinked at the moonlight. The front of my body was bathed in warm air flowing into the room from the garden while the back of my body was treated to the room’s fan-cooled freshness. I lowered my eyes and saw that the horizontal blades of the shutter had divided me into ribbons of light and shadow. “Interesting …” Though my cock was hidden in one of these dark stripes, I could sense that it was present and appetent in the night air.

Gazing out into the garden again, I focused on the spa as my eyes adjusted to the light. With the sudden feeling that I needed to be in the water I opened the shutters and walked out into the garden. The air’s warmth was almost liquid as I moved toward the spa. There, without hesitating, I stepped in and lowered myself into the water. Seated on the lowest bench, the waterline was at my chin. I let the back of my neck rest on the cowling of the spa, and allowed my body and limbs to rise freely. The hot silkiness of the water caressed and enveloped the entire surface of my body as it floated and drifted at will.

Stars were reflected on the water’s surface, while moonlight penetrated onto the interior surfaces of the spa creating a muted, surreal glow that surrounded and illuminated me. “I am alive” I whispered to no one. The physical awakening and mental stimulation that began so unexpectedly in my bed were now heightened and intensified. I floated in and on the night, in the privacy of my garden, at peace, and alone. … ‘Alone’; this was the dissonance.

The only component that kept this moment in time from deserving to be called “perfection” was her. “How many times had we shared this space, this water? How many ways had we touched, and kissed and moved together in this water?” I wondered.

My hands had not touched my body since I was awakened. The stimulation and pleasure I had experienced thus far had been cerebral and environmental; pure, simple, and effective. Before I could finish the thought I moved my open hands to my waist, then slowly traced down and around my hips till I was holding the globes of my buttocks. Pausing momentarily to hold their firmness, I slid my hands, palms in, outwards and upwards on my body until they covered my chest. There, I applied some pressure and could feel my nipples straining against my palms.

My hands knew where her hands would go, and with a singleness of purpose began their slide over the velvety wetness of my abs till they came to rest on my close-clipped pubis. My legs, still extended and floating in the water’s warmth, drifted apart further so that I was able to move my hands lower to caress the inside of my thighs. I turned my hands inward and toward my center in order to gather and gently cup my balls. My body tensed in pleasure with the movement and my cock stiffened and arose higher from the water.

I tilted back my head and looked as far as I could into the heavens. The fingers of both my hands slowly and deliberately shifted their attention to my cock. By the light of the moon, I smiled contentedly and with all my will, imagined that my hands were her hands.

THIS IS GOOD!! GORGEOUS!It made ME going goose pimple.So much more than a bit of plot, as if you could write with your skin and nerve endings on the blue-black page of the night air. More!!