She stood on the balcony gazing out across the dark sea. The reflection of the low moon was shattered silver across the water. The sound of breaking surf drifted up from the rocks below. The air was warm and the deep, deep red satin pyjamas were all she needed and even they were really, as she was to find, superfluous.
The door opened behind her but she didn't turn. It could be only one. Strong arms enfolded her and he nuzzled, licked, kissed the back of her neck, easing aside her shower damp hair. His hands moved over the slick satin with just enough pressure for her to feel through the fabric, down her arms, back up again, briefly massaging her neck and then down, lightly stroking her breasts, circling round her nipples until they began to stiffen.
"Don't move..."
He undid the sash that held her pyjamas closed and warm breeze flowed over bare flesh. He took it and tied it loosely round her head, covering her eyes.
"Comfortable?"
"Yes."
His hands moved down to her now bare breasts and the slight, soft belly he so loved, stroking lightly, barely touching. Finally he cupped both breasts, capturing her nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and caressing, searching for that point just before pleasure and teasing turned to discomfort. Her breathing became irregular and he knew it was time.
Sliding his hands down he slipped his thumbs into the waist band of her trousers and eased them over the flair of her hips. They pooled at her feet leaving her a naked, alabaster statue in the moonlight. His hands wandered further. Shoulders, breasts, waist, belly and back up again, reaching a little lower with each repetition. Stroking her back, her buttocks, closer and closer to her core until eventually, sliding down her front in one smooth movement, he reached between her legs finding heat and moisture.
"Turn around."
She faced him and he guided her hands to knot that held his towelling bath robe. She untied it and, still blind, slid it off his shoulders. Slipping her hands down his body, she savoured the heat and texture of him and finally reaching his hard shaft, she touched him as he had touched her. She lightly drew the tips of her nails along the length of him, feeling him twitch and his intake of breath as she reached the sensitive bulbous end. All this time he played with her nipples.
They stood beside the balcony furniture and he eased her leg up, placing her foot on the chair. This opened her wide leaving her exposed to the night breezes and to his questing, curious fingers. He delved a little way into her with his middle finger and brought the wetness he found there to her clitoris, massaging and teasing the little button. Each time he went a little deeper until his finger was buried in her up to the knuckle and her nectar was flowing freely.
He removed the improvised blindfold and gazed into her eyes.
"Watch..."
He eased his finger deep into her again, stirring and massaging until it was thoroughly coated in her honey. He withdrew and, dragging it across her clitoris on the way, brought it glistening to his mouth. Still gazing deep into her eyes, he licked her juices off, savouring her tanginess.
"Just a little amuse bouche..."
"Before the main course?"
