Morning Mist

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of my imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or events is coincidental. All the characters are over the age of 18.

PROLOG

It is 5:30 am.

I turn on the coffee maker and take some birdseed outside to the bird feeder. It is very misty this morning in Florida. On my way back to the house, I heard an email notification. Who would be sending me something this early? I click my email client open to the message.

"I can use a sweet verbal hug and kiss, and I don't object to occasionally hearing what a dear, close friend would love to do with me, shrouded in early morning mist before the sun burns it off."

It is from a dear friend who lives in Georgia. This is a curious message. I took a sip of my coffee and wrote back.

"Your words this early morning have me under your spell. I remember you when time stood still; we were immortal in our youth. Sometimes, there is magic in the morning mist. Sit beside me with your coffee and let us imagine. I put my arm around you, hug you, and whisper how I have longed to hold you this way. I move toward your sweet lips, and we kiss."

I hit send, and I am waiting for her response.

I care about and for you. My request to know what you would love to do with me is not performative. While we are dear friends, there once was more than magic between us. I remember seeing it in your eyes. Please touch me, hold me, please me.

My words flow with feeling.

We adjourn to the bedroom, and you take off your nightgown. I pulled off my housecoat. It is warm and comfortable in this room now with both of us standing nude. It will be dawn soon, and the misty moonlight floods the room, glazing our bodies with pale blue light.

I wait in anticipation of her response, and it is here...

I see you as an artist looking at every inch of my body and longing to touch me in all those special places. Perhaps some new places, building toward something never before experienced.

I feel the passion of this moment, and I type.

My silent observation of the nude curves of your body in the moonlight delights me. I gently reach for both of your hands, and we lock our eyes. My gaze drifts down to your breasts and lingers, then down your body. I pull you toward me in a hug. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. You let off a deep breath as I kiss your neck.

The heat is building in my groin. I wait again for her response.

I know there is still deep passion between us. Can your words awaken those ghosts of desire? I will surrender to you and let you do what you want with me.

I know what to type next.

I feel your deep breaths on my shoulder, the hug leads to your waiting lips, and I kiss you. You drive your tongue deep into my mouth, holding the back of my head with your hand. The connection is deeper than you imagined. Your foot is sliding against my foot and ankle. Your knee is pushing the inside of my leg, causing an electrical connection of desire.

Waiting for her response is difficult because my mind is three jumps ahead of her. I went ahead of her and typed another email.

I whisper, "Please slide onto the bed face down." In that moment, you kiss me harder and then slide out of my hug onto the bed, face down in silent acquiescence. The moonlight dances across your back as my tactile touch fuels our desire. I kiss and massage the back of your neck and smell your hair.

Her response is quick and direct.

My shoulders and middle back relax as you massage my skin. Your loving touch makes my butt twitch as you squeeze and stroke it. Your hand slips between the crease leading you to my slit which makes me smile because it is damp.

Her words are touching me in such a deep way. What will be my response now? Something moves in my memory.

Massaging your feet and calves, your skin electrifies my touch. The heat in my groin builds as I touch those special places. It seems as if you are releasing a tidal wave of pent-up emotions. I hear a silent whimper as I move up to your calves and push in toward your knees. The inner portions of your thighs seem to be quivering as I continue to touch and press on toward your labia. Deep desire has broken through you, and you spread your legs to what is next with a sigh.

I wait for her response. It came quicker than I imagined.

Don't stop.

I am mesmerized with passion now, not knowing what to type next. Then it comes to me, typing in a strange cadence.

You turn over on your own, wanting more, and I understand. My fingers traced down the beauty of your face. Slowly, I run my fingers over your lips, slipping my index finger into your mouth. Your breathing increases. My other hand squeezes each nipple and caresses circles around each breast. Feeling the heat rising from your body, I move another finger into your mouth. You suck hard as I pinch one nipple and then the other. Then I latch the fingers of both hands onto both of your nipples, pressing in, and I hear you whisper, "Harder".

I am getting stiff with these words of desire and passion. The email client lets me know that another has arrived.

I am now open to all your desires and all your needs. Your sweet, erotic words are causing my labia lips to swell and ache to feel your touch. Please...

I may not last, and I may need to rub one out to release my pressure, but I decide to continue. As I type, the words now come like they are sliding down her body with massage oil.

My words can only do so much by themselves. Please let me guide your hands and fingers, which will give you the pleasure you desire. If you are willing, this exploration may take you to new places. You must tell me in detail what you are feeling every step of the way, no matter how deviant and secret.

Again, I am waiting for a response, and it is here...

I need to touch you, hold you. It is as if you are reading my mind. The darkness of the room is changing to grey tones as you slide your body on top of mine and kiss me. Our tongues say more in our kiss than tender words. I feel your hand on my labia moving your fingers slowly up and down and occasionally flicking my clit. My body is about to quake... Then you kiss me and kiss and suck my breasts while I hold your head. As you suck in my nipple, your tongue flicks it. Then, I feel your breath on my pubic bone. I move my hips up so your tongue can slide up and down my slit. I am definitely in the heat of desire.

To my surprise, I received another response from her.

Your request may be difficult for me. I worry that if you open my Pandora's Box of Desire, I may never be the same again. I know you have what it takes, so now, before the mist burns off, take care of me. I trust you. You don't need directions from me.

At this point, I can't hold back; the need is strong, and words of fantasy are turning into a remote reality. The words flow like fire on ice, and my passion is flowing onto the keyboard...

As I touch your breasts, you will do the same in my place. Reach below them with both hands and lift until you can pinch your nipples with both hands. Work them in a circular clockwise push, and then pinch harder, harder. Now, quickly let loose, now again and again. Push your hands down your sides until you get to your hips and press hard on the iliac points inside the bone area. Imagine they are my hands pulling you up toward my mouth. Slide your hands back up to your breasts. They now have a swollen element in the nipples, and squeeze with both hands until you take your breath away.

I take a deep breath and am not sure I can last. I wait for a response, but somehow the time is flowing by so quickly now. The email client lets me know it is here...

Yes, please don't stop, more...

Ok, I know where to go next...

Take both hands and rub them down each sides of your labia, pressing in deeply as you pull up and then back down again. Now take one hand to your neck while the other works up and down your damp slit occasionally flicking your clit. Lightly squeeze your neck, let loose, and take deep breaths through only your nose. Continue to blow it out through your nose. Breathe through your nose again and again. Harder, can you feel it?

I wish I could be with her in person to see her responses. Again, I am waiting... And it comes...

Tell me more, your words are the vehicle of desire. Describe the next steps so I may comply.

It is time to find the moment of release and take her to the next level. The words flow again.

Please insert two fingers into your vagina, curling up to your g spot. Run them in small circles. With your other hand lay it in front of your clit and flick your clit with middle finger softly back and forth. To begin with, softly, now harder, now softer. Now faster, now harder, now softer. Keep the cadence up. As your first orgasm builds right to the edge, speed up the flicking, then stop! Don't cum!

I wonder what her response will be... and it flashed in.

Please... may I... cum.

I can hardly type as I rub myself with a few strokes, and I send the response.

If I were with you, it would be my tongue tasting you. Then I would be sucking your clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue alternating with suction. I feel you moving over the edge. Are you there?

My urgent hand is moving faster on my penis, and then it comes to me, the final act of a wonderful dance of words. The email comes in...

I am at the highest peak ever, I worry it is not enough. Send me words to bring me over the edge and down into oblivion.

I am almost at a loss for the right words. I free-type, and the words come...

I am holding you tightly as my hands reach for your back. I pull your labia into my mouth as my tongue slips into you, the bliss rains down your body, quaking. I am there with you as we both orgasm. Continue to take deep breaths through your nose. Keep going until the second one hits. As it hits, I tell you, "There is magic in the early morning mist."

I know she can't respond, yet I am surprised when she does.

I roll you over and slide down onto your throbbing penis and hold tight to you as I finish my second quake. The pleasure is more than bliss. Thank you. I know the underlying pain you feel. I can't make it better, but for now, I'm going to ride you to oblivion and pull you over the edge again.

My body convulses. I read...

Next time, expect a visitor in the early morning mist.