Witching Hour Meeting

'Fuck, this is crazy,' William thought. 'You only met her this afternoon, and now you're agreeing to meet her for a 'midnight swim'? This is either the most successful first date you've ever been on, or you're about to get your kidneys stolen.'

William's brain was in overdrive as he walked along the sidewalk in front of her apartment complex before cutting between the buildings and heading up the grassy hill. His path was lit only by the star filled sky, the moon absent from its usual place above. Cresting the hill, he was met with a small, fenced in clearing where the communal pool and hot tub sat. The fence stood several feet above him, its hard, metal bars obstructing him from traveling further. He glanced around, looking for her.

He caught motion out of the corner of his eye and hoped that it was her he was finally laying his eyes on. He was firmly out of his comfort zone agreeing to meet with her this way, but he couldn't say no. Physically he couldn't say no. He felt the words get trapped on his lips, and in that silence he agreed. But here he was, looking at a shadow and hoping it took her tantalizing shape.

And thankfully, it did.

"Hey," her voice pierced the darkness as she got closer to him. Her figure was slightly obscured by the hooded robe she was draped in. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting."

He smiled, taking a step towards her. "I'd wait a lifetime for you, my queen," and slowly brought his face into hers. Their lips met, her scent filled his nose as she pressed her body tight into his. Her tongue danced around in his mouth before tracing a small circle around his lips. She leaned back and smiled, reaching into her robe's front pocket.

"The keys to the kingdom." He cocked an eyebrow at her, which she returned with a smirk. "They're actually my keys. I'm just getting off on the medieval theme you started."

He chuckled. "Well, you are basically wearing a cloak."

"And nothing else," she whispered, walking past him and towards the gate. He felt his knees buckle slightly, his heart pounded heavily in his ears. He followed her, absolutely drunk on her gait.

She unlocked the gate, slunk past it, and quickly closed it behind her. William pushed on it, but it remained steadfast in place. Looking at her, he pressed his face gently between the bars. "Is this the part where the servant boy has to beg to join his queen?"

She smiled, leaning in closer to him. "You could say that. You could also say that this is the part where the queen makes sure her gentlemen caller can demonstrate patience. She is the queen, after all. She won't let anyone join her in the royal bath."

She planted one last delicate kiss on his lips before turning around and walking towards the hot tub. Untying her robe, she let it drop to her ankles. Bathed in starlight, her tantalizing body was mere feet from him and at the same time it might as well be on the other side of the planet.

Taking very careful steps down, she submerged herself before reemerging. Slicking her hair back, she rested her arms on the edge and locked eyes with him. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, a confident smirk mirrored on both of their faces. Fishing the keys from her discarded robe, she twirled them on her finger a few times before tossing them over towards him. He fumbled with them before unlocking the gate and shutting it behind him.

She moved and rested on the other side of the hot tub, arms outstretched and resting along the edge. The water line danced just above her ample breasts. He stopped a few feet away, stepped out of his flip flops, peeled his shirt off and left it next to her robe. He was never confident in his own skin but for some reason standing there before her, he suddenly didn't care. Her attention was all that mattered. He undid his belt and zipper and let it hang off his hips as a smile curled across her face. The bulge in front of his pants gave away his desire.

"Would my queen be so kind as to finish the job?" he quietly asked as he got on his knees at the edge. She smiled, moving towards him but kept the water line just below her shoulders. He played his games, she played hers.

She reached up, hooked her fingers under his boxers and slowly began to pull them down. Working them back and forth, inch by inch, she got them further down his thighs. His hard cock is pressed firmly against the elastic band before finally being freed. She took it in her hand, closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around the head. She sucked on it, slowly moving her mouth further down and back up the shaft before removing it with a satisfying smack. She looked up at him, smiled and continued to stroke it gently.

She stood up, letting the water drain off her breasts before sitting back down across from him. He stepped down and, wasting no time, pressed his body into hers with a deep, passionate kiss. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. With one hand on his cheek, she used the other to guide him into her. As he slid in, her mouth dropped agape, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Grabbing onto his head, she touched her forehead to his as he began slowly thrusting into her. He felt her legs wrap tighter around him, running her fingers through his hair and down his face.

He smiled, biting her bottom lip and moving his hands over her body. Squeezing and playing with her breasts, he gripped onto her waist and thrust into her as hard as the water will allow. She moaned softly, rolling her eyes back and closing them tight. Her hands danced between holding onto his neck, shoulders, and playing with her nipples. She pulled him closer into her with a tender kiss, unwrapped her legs from around him and sat him down next to her.

She stood up and turned around, letting the water fall in sheets off her glistening back. Backing into him, he helped guide her back onto his lap.

She bounced, slowly at first, arching her back and turning her head to make sure he was enjoying himself. It'd be impossible not to: her lustrous body bathed in the light of the infinite universe unfolded above them, hair matted in sweat and water, and face contorted in ecstasy.

She kept gently bouncing, taking care to keep the noise from the splashing water down. Leaning back into him, she turned her head to nibble and suck on his earlobe. He reached around her, squeezing her breasts and running his hands down her body. She smirked, spreading her legs and guided his fingers to her. She moaned, breathing harder and running her tongue around his ear between playful bites.

"God, I need you... right here, right now," he whispered.

She chuckled. "What's stopping you?"

He glanced around. "Pretty sure there's a few cracked blinds around here. I'd hate to have an audience, or end up on the internet."

"I can think of worse things to happen. What do you think this video would be called?" She wiggled her hips in a taunting manner, tantalizing him.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "I don't know... probably something like 'Chubby nerd gets insanely lucky with thick beauty in a pool', then followed by like 50 different hashtags to try to get the view count up."

She laughed. "You sell yourself short, darling. And believe me, there's nothing... short... about you," she said as she arched her back and drove him deeper inside of her. "If you want me, just tell me where."

He paused for a moment, glancing around the courtyard. All the windows were shut, and the blinds drawn. All accept one. At the far end of the complex, a very obvious crack in the drapes formed. It was empty behind it, but the intent was obvious.

"Looks like the royal chambers aren't as secure as we initially planned," he said, gesturing to their new friend, or friends.

She looked over her shoulder, giving him a chance to take in her body one more time. "So it would seem. The guards must have fallen asleep, I'll have them imprisoned immediately. So... where do you want me?"

He raised an eyebrow for a moment, giving her a slow, tender kiss. "Bent over the side, please."

"Well, as long as you said please... how can I not?" She stood up slowly, walking towards the other side of the hot tub and immediately assumed the requested position.

He walked over to her, gripping and squeezing her ample rear end. Her voice was muffled softly as she buried her face in her recently discarded robes. He licked and sucked on her, his mouth and tongue soon joined by her fingers as she began to massage her.

Standing back upright, he traced the tip of his cock around her eager pussy, now wet from both the water and the activities therein. He gently slid inside of her, finding her warmth as perfect as every other detail about this night. He sped up, no longer encumbered by the water. Their thighs slapped together, the rhythmic sound reverberating off the nearby buildings. He grabbed her ass, and gave it a firm spank, which she responded to with a muffled moan. If they hadn't alerted everyone to their presence before, they certainly had now. He sped up, driving his cock further and deeper inside her.

"Fuck, I'm going to come..."

Slowly, deliberately, she reached back with one hand and gently placed it on his hip, pressing his body further into her and slowing him down.

"Not where, darling... but when." She looked back with a wicked smile, before standing up, turning around, and walking him back to the seat behind him.

He chuckled, knowing the game he's now in. He took a seat, looking up at her with a winced smile and a deep breath. "Well, fuck... I didn't see that coming."

She slowly walked over to him, body shining from the reflections off the water of the night sky, breasts heaving with the deep breaths she was now taking. She straddled him, taking great care to keep him on the outside of her, reaching down with one hand and gently stroking his member. "I don't think I'm quite ready for you to be done... tell me, what's the longest you've ever had to wait?"

He closed his eyes, deep in thought, deeper in concentration.

"Not really sure... I always had ways to release if I needed one. Maybe a week or two when I was sick."

She smiled, tilting her head to the side and changing up her grip. "What about when you were with someone?"

"Counting the 20 or so seconds from tonight?" She nodded. "About 20 or so seconds."

She laughed, closing her eyes and giving him a long, lingering kiss, resting her hand on his shoulder, playing with the hair on the back of his head. She gently rolled off, taking a seat next to him. When he turned his body towards her, she kept her legs crossed.

"Tsk, tsk," she clicked her teeth at him. "You'll know when I want you to finish."

"Will I?" he said, pulling her chin close to his. "Are you sure about that?"

She licked the top of his lip before cracking a smile. "You'll know, because you won't have any other choice." She leaned back with her arms stretched out to either side and looked up at the night sky. "Tell me a story."

He joined her, putting his back to the wall and looking straight up. The sky was infinite above them, though the city nearby cut into the view. He took a deep breath, and slowly let it out.

"A long time ago, in a far away land was a kingdom ruled by a very powerful leader. He ruled with an iron fist, and made great public displays of his power. He loved to be seen wearing the strongest armor, wielding the mightiest sword, giving the final word of a debate, and finalizing all the decisions.

"Behind the scenes, however, was a different story. His queen saw a much different side to him. In body he was strong and outgoing, but behind closed doors he was meek and frail in spirit. He ignored his queen, leaving her imprisoned by her own mind. She was never allowed anywhere in public without him, and never allowed anywhere near him when they were alone. She had no way out.

"Her only escape was riding her personal horse, far and deep into the land. She'd ride over hills, through creeks and fields, and finally end at a rundown cottage. Barely held together with cheap, quick patchwork, it was a far cry from the luxurious halls and well appointed chambers she was used to. But she wasn't there for the building, but who was inside it. His clothes were ragged, and he barely had any money to his name. But he was in possession of the most valuable thing in all the land. She longed for him, and he for her.

"While the rest of the kingdom slept, they would meet." He looked back across the courtyard to their unexpected guest. The blinds were more open and the obvious silhouette of their audience could be made out. "And sometimes," he continued, nodding his head towards their unexpected guest, "when they made tender love together, they did so in front of an impromptu audience. Of course the peasant didn't mind. After all, the queen was the most beautiful woman in the land. Who wouldn't brag about that? And the queen? Well, she was with her king. The whole world could watch for all she cared. She even found that she enjoyed the extra eyes on her body, the extra ears listening to her moaning, to know she was fulfilling one fantasy while helping create another."

She smiled, glancing back over her shoulder. Indeed, their little late night escapade has attracted the attention of someone else. However, she wasn't embarrassed by this new revelation, but rather excited by it. She looked up to where her balcony was and, realizing it was in a direct line of sight, formulated a plan. She glanced back at William with a smile. "Perhaps the queen was never with a man who made her feel attractive enough to be watched. It sounds like this... peasant... was the first person who made her feel alive."

William returned her smile and leaned in for a kiss. But before he could, she abruptly stood up and confidently walked out of the hot tub. She stood there, naked and wet, for a few moments before turning back towards William.

"Coming?" she asked, gesturing her hand towards him.

"Yes, my queen," he said with a smirk before taking a breath and standing upright. He joined her on a small patch of grass near the pool where he met her with a long, lingering kiss. She wrapped her leg around his body, and his arms around her. He pulled her in close, rubbing her back and squeezing her ass.

"Lay down," she whispered in his ear.

"Yes, my queen," he responded, stealing one more kiss before following her command.

She looked back up at their lone audience member before looking back down at William. "No, turn this way." She gestured with her hand. She wanted to give everyone involved in this little activity the best possible view.

He rotated his body and caressed her legs with his hand as she slowly lowered herself down on him. Bracing herself on his body with one hand, she guided his member back inside of her with the other, sinking down inch by excruciating inch until her skin sat flush with his. He let out a groan, allowing his hands to run up her sides and squeeze her breasts.

She began to slowly writhe her hips around, biting her lip and resting her hands on his abs before slowly bouncing up and down. She ran her hands through her hair and dropped her head back. Peeking up, she saw their guest had abandoned any effort to be subtle and was now standing outside on his patio. Still clothed, he was smiling ear to ear.

She smiled back before leaning forward and bracing herself on his chest. She gave him a deep kiss and began bouncing faster. His breathing was getting heavier, his grunts getting louder. She could tell he was on the edge.

"Fuck, I need..." he grunted through his teeth.

She only chuckled before picking up the pace once more.

"I need to..." he said in a strained voice. "Please... my queen..."

"You may," she whispered back. And with one final thrust of her hips, he rocketed over the edge she had been teasing him with all night. His body shuttered and shook as her walls clamped down on his member. Their combined bodily fluids seeped out of her and down his shaft as she slowly pulled herself off of him and fell in a heap next to him.

After a moment of rest, they heard the distinct sound of someone clapping. They looked up to see the stranger standing on his porch and clapping vigorously.

"Bravo," he said in a slightly subdued voice. It was clear he didn't want to bring too much attention to them, perhaps he didn't want competition for their next show. "Can I RSVP for next time?" he asked with a grin.

William covered his face in slight embarrassment, but she only chuckled and looked up. "Next time..." she began before looking at William for approval. He shrugged his shoulders, still smiling at her. "Next time will be a private showing. I'll add you to the guest list."

He smiled and pumped his fist before waving them a good night and ducking back into his apartment.

"Private showing, eh?" William said.

She nodded and shrugged. "Perhaps the queen wants to... explore herself a little bit more."

He laughed, sitting upright. "It's a shame the king doesn't realize what he has." He leaned over and gave her a meaningful kiss before helping her to her feet and walking back towards their discarded clothes. "Fuck, there is almost nothing worse than putting clothes on over wet skin," he groaned as he reluctantly pulled his shirt back over his body.

"Don't worry," she said, trying her robes tight in front of her. "We'll get you out of those wet clothes as soon as we can.

He smiled at her, before pulling the rest of his clothes on and following her into the building. He looked back at the hot tub, and the small patch of now compressed grass, before taking a deep breath and smiling to himself.

'Fuck, that was crazy...'