Orgasm in the moonlight

Orgasms in the moonlight

Up here in Pennsylvania it's a rare thing to get a genuinely warm summers night, complete with a sky free of pesky clouds that would otherwise hide a beautiful full moon and a blanket of stars.

It was July 5 at around 10 o'clock at night, and while most everyone else were likely in bed asleep, I was in my car driving down a winding backroad to my favorite place in the whole state. No it's not Hershey park, though don't worry I have stories about that too;) No, the greatest place in, hell probably the whole world, is a quaint little bridge over a small stream just a short drive away.

Imagine if you will a grove of hemlocks, their branches towering high above you. Where you stand on the bridge their shade combines with night to shroud you in abyssal darkness, yet you gaze up and beams of moonlight dance around you as the gentle breeze sways the leaves to and fro. In the silence, save for the crickets, the beauty is mesmerizing.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head, taking my bra along with it. Immediately the warm air swirled around me, tickling my exposed nipples to hardness yet comforting more so than my clothes ever could. It felt so freeing to lean over the rails edge and let my breasts sway as they please. Hidden by the dark, swaddled by the air, enchanted by the moon.

I dropped my pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them aside with resentment and throwing my panties in the same pile. Why couldn't everywhere be as wonderful as this? I wondered. No where else can I feel as much myself as I am, always trapped beneath the confines of "decency". What is decent about being shameful of what we truly are?

My fingers mindlessly fiddled my clit. It just felt right to do and here there was no one to judge me for it. I mustered my bravery and left the dark of the hemlocks shade and out into a brilliant symphony of twinkling stars. Their wondrous light transcending immeasurable space and time seemingly just to swell my heart with joy and my mind with intrigue. Nowhere is one more humble than when laid bare beneath the magnificence of the heavens.

I rubbed harder and harder, breathing heavily and sinking to my knees. I throw back my head and stare with widened eyes into the expanse of infinity. Sheer power and immensity the mind can scarcely comprehend. Who could be arbiter of such beauty? I may never comprehend that either. But as the orgasm racks my body with waves of content, the stars above swim in a kaleidoscope of dancing lights, and sings my very soul...

How lucky I am that I live. This at least I know. For the briefest whisper in the clock of eternity, indeed how lucky I am that I live.