The Welcome Guest

Celine loved her friend’s house. It was warm, welcoming, and full of surprises, and Celine was about to get rather a big surprise!

Celine had flown in from New York looking to wind down from what had been a particularly fraught case she had been working on. She missed the East, especially in the fall, with the crisp air and the colors. Jules’s house has no guestroom so "Aunt Celine" was assigned the couch in the living room outside by Jules and Graham’ room. One night, after Celine, Jules and Graham were up late playing cards, Celine lay under the covers, taking in the quiet and restfulness of the house. Just as she was drifting to sleep, the quiet was broken by a sigh coming from her friend’s room. This was not a "Man I am tired, what a day" sigh, but an "yes that feels good...sooo good" she sighed again. Celine was intrigued and crept to the door (Graham and Jules always kept the door to her bedroom cracked a little for the cats to go as they please). The house was very dark and Celine was sure that she could not be seen. However, the bedroom was partially illuminated by a crisp silvery light from a hunter’s moon shining through the bedroom window.

From the implied movements, the sounds, and moans, Celine could see with her mind’s eye the pleasure being given

It was like looking into a light box. All Celine could see were the shadowy shapes of the lovers silhouetted by the silvery moonlight. Jules was on all fours, kneeling over her husband. From the implied movements, the sounds, and moans, Celine could see with her mind’s eye the pleasure being given.

Celine watched the shadow play and felt the hot tingle in her own womanhood. Her right hand slipped in to her panties as her left held the doorframe for support. As the dark shapes continued their sensual dance on the bed, Celine’s fingers played a sweet solo tango, twirling and sliding to the sexual music in the next room.

The dance, outlined in the bright lunar radiance, changed as Graham gently pushed his wife onto her back and his illuminated outline crawled to her darkened middle. Celine watch as the shaded form moved to the rhythm of the luminously stimulating music. Gasps, purrs, and moan escaped from the darkness like the unseen crickets in the summer.

The lovers’ splendor was closely rivaled by the heat generated by Celine’s own actions. She could feel the power of the moment building up as she watched darkened pair. "What a rush," Celine thought. The lunar lovemaking in the next room coupled with the thrill of voyeurism made her all that much excited.

The pearl-light shined on the lovers as Jules arched her back aiding her husband. More soft moans and purrs filled the darkness. Passion in and out of the bedroom built. Celine began to smell the sweet muskiness of lovers and could not tell from where it was coming- her, or the dimness within.

The dusky dancers changed position. Once again, Graham was on his back as Jules moved like a cat along a fence. She crawled forward and slowly mounted her husband, letting out a deep moan and gasp. Celine could see a clear outline in the bright moonlight. Her motion was slow at first but quickly accelerated into a frenzied pace. The gentle bouncing of the shaded form mesmerized Celine.

Celine was nearing orgasm and she knew it would be big. She firmly gripped the door jam as waves and waves of pleasure filled her. Every sense was sharpened and it took all her concentration not to scream out in orgasmic delight. As Celine relaxed, she saw her friend arch her back, sticking her dim breasts into the air and begin her own orgasm. Celine could not tell in the darkness that Jules was shaking with sensual joy.

She watched best friend collapsed onto her husband’s chest. As the couple cuddled in twilight afterglow, Celine returned to the couch. Hot, sweaty, and totally exhausted, she crawled under the covers. From the bedroom, Jules called, with a knowingly giggle, "Good night Celine. Sweet dreams!".