She must have just taken a shower - her long, damp hair was darker than its usual chocolate brown and it curved around one shoulder. With the trees behind her, birds on the wing, and the scent of wildflowers in the air, she looked like a dryad making an entry in the fey court. A bit of an outrageous description, I admit, but the moment felt surreal and it just seemed to fit.
Completely nude, she leaned her elbows on the railing, shifted her hip to one side, and looked over the brook and meadow below. As she inhaled the crisp air with a deep, slow breath, I watched an errant drop of water slowly wind its way from the nape of her neck down her back as it followed some unseen texture of skin. There is nothing quite as inspiring and intriguing on the female form as the back, its sinuous curves catching one's eye and not letting go. The sun was close to setting and its light was at just that right moment where everything was as vibrant as if freshly painted from an artist's brush. It made her skin glow soft amber. God, she was beautiful.
"What are you smiling about?"
I glanced back up to see her looking over her shoulder at me, her eyes glittering. "Oh, just admiring the beauty of the countryside," I replied, silently wondering what had made me become so poetic all of a sudden. There was a quick twitch at the edge of her lip.
"Isn't it amazing?" She turned back around to gaze out over the meadow to the nearby wood. "I knew Uncle Max had money, but not quite to this extent." As if to punctuate her surprise, a flock of small birds burst from the trees, a squirrel's chittering following them. "It certainly makes for a nice honeymoon, now that we can finally take one." Again she smiled back at me.
"True. It's been a long wait, but if it means that I get to sit here in complete isolation in the middle of the Italian countryside while beautiful women feel comfortable enough to walk around in the nude, then, yeah, I'd say it's worth the wait."
She turned around, her back against the railing. "Beautiful women?" she stressed the plural with a raised eyebrow. She began to draw her right leg up, her toes trailing up her left calf. "Have there been many? Did I miss something while I was inside?"
"Well, perhaps 'women' was the wrong word. So far, I've only seen one and I'm starting to wonder if she is a Greek goddess come to earth to tempt mere mortals. And being a mere mortal myself, I am quite content with such temptation." I set my book aside and leaned back on the lounge chair with my hands behind my head. Grinning, my eyes watching her foot work its way up and down around her calf. "In fact, I'm beginning to believe that she may have enchanted me somehow. Why, I can't even concentrate on something as interesting as how the ancient spice trade changed the economy of the world. My mind seems to be totally consumed."
She let out a small laugh and with a slightly sarcastic tone, "oh, I can see how it might be hard to choose between them." She put her foot down to step away from the balcony and my eyes traveled upward, feasting upon the curves of her body. They only made it up to her navel by the time she was next to me. She leaned forward, her forehead coming to rest against mine. She smiled. "You're such an egghead sometimes... but you're my egghead and I wouldn't have you any other way." Her breath smelled of mint as she gave me a loving peck on the cheek and then leaned in to give a much saucier nibble on my earlobe.
"But what you say intrigues me." Her voice grew husky and I could feel her fingertips begin running up my leg. Perhaps I should investigate this theoretical enchantment and see what sorts of power it contains." Her smile turned devious as she crouched down next to me, resting her chin on her other arm as it lay across the edge of the lounge chair.
The soft texture of her fingers was like electricity on my skin. Master's Degrees in mathematics, chemistry, and education, and I couldn't have told you anything more complex than my name. Of course, that was likely due to the blood that was leaving my brain and making an appearance down lower as a bulge in my shorts. "Ahh, so you admit that you are a goddess sent to tempt mortals?"
"I admit nothing. We shall just have to experiment and let you use that scientific logic of yours to determine whether or not your hypothesis is correct." The sparkle in her eyes made my heart jump a little.
As she smiled at me, her hand continued up my leg, slowly playing the finger tips along the inside of the thigh. There was no doubt about it now; the bulge couldn't have been more obvious. Never looking down, she continued to stare in to my eyes, rarely blinking, as her hands slowly approached the edge of my boxers. I seemed drawn in to her dark eyes, awareness of the wood and meadow fading in to the background.
I could smell her more clearly now - that fresh clean scent that only a woman can carry mixed with a hint of lavender. It was an odor that helped to relax, to put one at ease, to calm a racing heart.
At least, it would normally calm a racing heart. She had gently slid her fingers up inside the hem of my shorts and across my erection. Giving it a little squeeze, she then hooked her fingertips on the elastic waistband and gently began pulling the pair of boxers down and off my legs. As the gentle breeze struck my thighs and uncovered erection, I gave a little shiver.
Tossing my shorts to the deck, she then looked back at me with a most devilish look in her eye and began tracing her fingers back up my leg. She lightly scraped her fingernails across my cock and up my chest. Leaning in, she kissed my lips, gently pulling on my lower lip as she moved away. She continued drawing me in with her gaze as she whispered, "Now that those are out of the way, let me attend to the matter at hand."
She stepped across my body with her leg and, crouching, slowly kissed her way down my chest, her fingertips leading the way. Her hair trailed down behind, it's slight dampness cool on my hot skin. As her fingers slid across my member, I couldn't help but inhale sharply. Between the cool evening air and the warmth of her hands and breath, my nerves were afire with conflicting signals. She gave me a gentle squeeze and tug, and then circled her tongue against the frenulum, soft and wet. My heart jolted. And then, as softly as she had begun, she leaned in and slid her body against the shaft and slowly, sinuously arose back up to kiss my lips, a light trail of precum perfectly aligned down her abs. Hard as a rock and twitching with my pounding heartbeat, I returned her kiss with fervor. "I love you," I managed to say with ragged breath.
She paused for a moment, leaned back a bit. Returning my gaze, she smiled and whispered, "I know. I see it every day." Then, her smile turned mischievous, she leaned back in with her breasts brushing my chest. Her lips were against my ear and she whispered, "Now just sit back, relax, and let your 'goddess' practice her temptation." I then felt the fine hairs of her nether regions brushing against me; a light wetness against my skin that I was sure wasn't from the shower. She continued to lightly caress me with a slight rocking of her hips while her hands were on my shoulders and she maintained eye contact.
