The Shadows

The air was thick with the heat of the day lingering from the humidity that had enveloped her house most of the day. She was unaware he was there, sitting in the corner watching. He looked at her body as the moonlight filtered into the room, causing an erotic silhouette with the shadows that danced across her naked form.

He watched as beads of sweat ran down the side of her breast, like a small stream being formed with each drop. He watched as her hands began to caress her tits, her nipples bending over with each pass of her hand. She gripped her nipples between her fingers, rolling them back and forth as her hips moved slightly with tingled sensations running down her body.

As her breathing increased, her hand moved down past her stomach and found it's goal. She moaned slightly as she gently began to slide her fingers between her folds, moving her wetness to her clit. She spread her legs in anticipation of her fingers penetrating her, simulating the cock she craved.

She slid her fingers into her pussy, letting out a slight gasp, her hips moving up in acceptance of the penetration. He watched as her passion built, her body giving in to the ecstasy he knew she was feeling. He longed to touch her, to fill her and feel her touch once again.

As she reached her climax, her body quivered with the waves of ecstasy as it passed through her body. Spent, she closed her legs and turned to her side. She lie there for a moment catching her breath. He could hear the soft sobs of her crying as he longed to reach out to her, to comfort her. He knew he would never be able to, he was now formless and simply a shadow of the man he once was.