badinfluencegirl

she had been in the car since eight o’clock this morning and had hardly stopped the whole time. she had opened her windows at last some place in southern ohio but now she was wearing far too much for the weather.

this morning as she had packed for her impulsive little jaunt she had left a change of clothes on the seat beside her in anticipation of this moment.

atlanta.

the place where the heat was almost guaranteed no matter how cold it was when she left in the middle of the night.

okay, okay, at the crack of dawn.

atlanta. that place where the heat hits and the pavement steams. where even though the windows are open and you’ve unzipped or removed the three sweaters you were wearing up there in canada you are finally just overdressed.

time for shorts as it were.

she made her way through the highways of the city, they were quiet because it was late now but she could see clearly by the light of the low hanging moon and the lamps spaced intermittently along the freeway.

as she left the city behind she kept her eyes peeled for a rest stop and was satisfied to find that her vigilance was soon rewarded. pulling off the highway she admired the moonlight on the trees and just coating the crest of a small hill with it’s silvery light.

grabbing her much lighter clothing she made her way inside but the place was so grotty that she was unwilling to use it for anything but the usual stand and hope to make the toilet bowl with your pee.

she washed up while trying not to actually touch any of the surfaces she faced and walked outside. although there was no one in sight there were a few cars to be found and she shook her head a little and walked back to her car.

as she walked she found her gaze drawn again and again to the small hill in front of her.

fuck it.

she walked up and over the hill and was delighted to discover a small glade filled with trees and a gentle little bowl filled with old leaves and wild grass.

she looked around once more.

she grinned wickedly.

she tore off her heavy clothing and stood, limmed by the moonlight, skin drinking in the cool, silver light.

it almost felt as though mother nature was painting her in moon bathing energy. she couldn’t bear to put on any more clothing, she just couldn’t. so she stood, in a scrap of bra and lovely panties, and drank in the moonlight.

she lost track of how long she stood there before she found her hands reverently tracing the path the moonlight was laying out for her. touching crests of bone and valleys of shadow along her smooth skin.

the faintest goose bumps rose along her breasts and abdomen and she shivered ever so slightly as her nipples rose in response. one finger found a crested peak and teased it, pulling and pinching gently.

her breath quickened and her second hand continued following the moonlight.

she could feel her arousal now like a weight between her legs. a weight that pulled her to her knees on the loamy ground. she kneeled, legs spread wide and open to the moon as her back arched and her breasts lifted like an offering to the universe.

a long, slow groan left her then as her hand traced her female curves through the sopping scrap of lace between her legs. she moved and played with the material and denied herself direct contact for some time as she reverently made love with the moon.

one hand dropped back to support her and the other, impatient now, darted beneath her sopping knickers and thrust two fingers into her welcoming folds. she thrust once, and once again and then took her fingers out and lowered her panties away from her core.

her throbbing and wet core.

fast now, almost merciless she rubbed herself until she was gasping and mewling and her hips were shuddering. her hips that had lifted off her heels until she was arched, one hand and both knees on the ground but her mons way up and pointing to the moon.

she could feel the moonlight now, directly on her just where she wanted it. she had never realised that moonlight was something that could be felt but she did and she opened herself to it as her hand rubbed her aching clit frantically.

trembling on her knees now she felt herself lift and lift into her ministrations and shudders rocked her body and she cried out, heedless of anything but her pleasure as she quaked and quaked again before crying out again and collapsing back to the ground with her finger still resting on her throbbing clit.

she could feel her juices dripping out of her and into the earth like an offering and she smiled sated and lay, feet under her and body resting, spent on the ground and yet still reverent.

what a vision she presented, body loved by moonlight and hand resting on her sex as she lay, open to anything and panting on the yielding ground with her juices moisturizing the earth. she felt lost, as if in a waking dream and she may have even dozed a moment, the kind of daze that immense and reverent pleasure brings with it.

it was still in this state of lust filled daze that she heard him “would you mind if i licked you clean?”