Twilight Daydreams [softcore lesbian-ness =)]

    Such a perfect evening it was, this night was born for daydreams. I was doing just that, finishing a perfectly prepared canoli and sipping my cafe' mocha, appreciating the hazy stars showing through the slightly overcast sky, illuminated by the light pollution of the city. I was feeling, for once, like I had my life together. Things were taken care of in my own perspective of being. I was a sophisticated individual.
    The bell next to me chimed softly, bringing a subtle breeze with it into the cafe' as a young woman exited, in her hands a mug of something warm and frothy. As my eyes fell upon her, my heart stopped, despite the espresso-laden drink I still held absently in one hand.
    Her dark blue jeans fit her skin-tight and teasingly, outlining her perfectly sculpted buttocks and thighs. A black-knit sweater hugged beautiful curves and breasts comfortably, and moved only slightly as her eyes lit up to a stranger's joke under her close-cropped deep honey-blond hair. My mouth watered. This woman, this creature of miraculously incarnated goddess-like radiance, was standing only feet away from myself, the glass window the only thing to separate us. She sat on the patio, alone, seeming to take pleasure in the simple delight of luminous solitude. The absolute joy she gave off in being alive attracted me like a butterfly to the sweet, sugary meadows. And then she looked at me, through the brightly painted writing on the store's front window. I smiled, somewhat shyly, then looked down into my drink. I wanted this woman, in ways I could not describe. I envisioned her, playing with my hair, breathing to my neck, our frames entangled as one. I shuddered at the very thought of this bright being coming any nearer to me then she already was.
    An empty cup in one hand, the bell chimed once more.
    "Excuse me," she addressed me softly, yet clearly and with a voice toned in harmonies I couldn't place, "do you know where I could find the restroom?"
    Her hazel eyes once again locked on my own. I blinked several times, then nodded toward the back of the place. She smiled, thanked me silently, then wandered slowly in the recommended direction.
    I realize, that at this juncture, that many would have seen this as an ample opportunity to reach out and take what was desired, to sweat and breathe and moan as any human would so crave upon coming into contact with this magnitude of bright and natural beauty. But I, being quietly inexperienced as I was, saw this as the time to flee, her image still fresh in my mind, for I was a dreamer but not as often a doer.
    And so I ventured back outside. The sun being well set by this point, I went against my better judgment and strolled toward the thick and wild portion of the city park. There was a bench in the shadows where I'd often go to think, and sitting down, I sighed as I reflected on the starlight that had smiled so genuinely on me, only moments before. Lost in thought, I jumped several inches as a stick snapped only feet up the path in the direction I'd come. Being able to see nothing through the tree-cover, and being a curious person my nature, I shakily peered through the shadows to see--the woman from the cafe'.
    She faced the opposite direction, and gazed upward toward the now clear and crystalline heavens. I moved silently and stealthily up the path toward her. And in this moment, her silence and unwavering posture as I pulled her belt loops toward and against me, told me she was mine. She lowered her head and turned it a little to the side, breathing softly as her eyes closed. My chin on her shoulder, I whispered softy to this silent beam of mysterious, intoxicating life, "I'd hoped you'd come find me."
    She smiled and turned to face me. Now far from the lights and sounds of the city, a hushed moonlight fell upon her lips and eyelids--as quietly noticeable as the chirps of the crickets deep inside the woods.
    There were no more words, no more breath. Her back pressed to a mighty oak, she became entirely submissive to the dominating force that was my passion for her beauty. My lips trailed up and down the side of her neck, I felt a shiver run through her body in all the places we touched. Kissing by her ear, sucking slowly her bare exposed neck, seemed to only make her want more. She pulled me close, and tongue flicking gently, kissed me softly and deeply. I ran a hand through her short hair, tugging slightly and letting go, tugging and releasing. She sighed a little, and seeming to be able to take the teasing no more, pulled at my button-down until the little buttons released their hold on cloth. Bra exposed, she snapped the clasp open in one swift movement behind my back. I allowed it to tumble to the ground. She grabbed longingly, then caressed my bare breasts, staring softly and using minimal force to arouse me. My nipples were hard before she touched me. She kneeled down, and chin on my stomach, brought her tongue slowly all the way up, over my left nipple, moistening my neck, and finally nibbling softly on my earlobe. I pulled her sweater up over her head to reveal her bare chest, pale and bright in the moonlight. Kissing me again and again, our breasts pressed together as one, and a deep comfort welled up deep within me, brought on surely by our combined femininity and warmth. She turned me around, this time letting my back be supported by the tree, running small hands up and down the exposed sides of my back, as her soft tongue gently massaged my own.
    Keeping her eyes locked on mine, her chin trailed down my middle, then back up again, her hand trailing from my ankle to the inside of my thigh. Bringing her sweet mouth back up to my own, she stroked my clitoris through denim and silk. Slowly at first she moved, then more quickly, until my eyes closed in pleasure.As she moved, our breasts and stomachs touched again and again, and with this a sense of intimacy I'd never known. I grabbed her ass and pulled this woman toward me, pulling, thrusting my weight against her again and again until she let out a soft moan. My arms wrapped around her still, I kissed down her arm, her chest, her nipple, her stomach....freeing her belt buckle, I eased her pants down, over flip flops which quickly came off. A thong the dark color of her discarded sweater was revealed, and I fingered her gently through the cloth. The thong's growing wetness invited me in, a welcoming which accompanied her rhythmic breathing. With it kicked off beneath her ankles, my fingers rubbed gently her bare clit. Wetness dripping down my fingertips, my middle finger entered her vagina. She shuddered and moved closer. In and out, in and out, her breathing paralleled the movements of my hand; my breath held completely. First to the knuckle I slid it in, then with my index finger accompanying the middle, I moved deeper and deeper into her sacred place. I could feel a powerful throbbing deep from within, becoming quicker and quicker as I moved; shallow to deep-shallow to deep. The rhythm becoming faster and more determined, I kissed her stomach with lips and tongue. Her heartbeat pulsing at my mouth, I felt her muscles clench in utter ecstasy, then release with a satisfaction pure and deep.
    She fell to her knees and looked me in the eyes, level now to her own. Our mouths pressed together once more, she wrapped her arms around me, breathing still heavy. She laid me down under her, my pants protecting us from the rough ground, and kissed my neck softly. "You knew all along I would find you." she mumbled quietly. "I've been waiting for you a very long time."
    I felt tears sting my eyes as the lonely chill I'd carried with me so long melted, I felt my heart opening with an unmeasured intensity under the weight of this beautiful human. Our eyes deep inside one another's, she got up. Still bare, she began to walk the corner to my thinking spot, then glanced back at last.
    "When you need me, I'll be there."
    Racing to the corner to follow her, a million things to say on my mind, I was somewhat astonished to find--she had vanished, nude, into the woods. Back at our spot, her clothing gone and my hands and lips dry, I puzzled over this lone woman as I put my shirt back on. Had I only imagined her? Was she real? And, did any of this even make sense?
    And then, as though a voice inside me spoke the words quite clearly, I knew that this night had been real, as a perfect teardrop grazed my cheek and fell to the barren ground.