It was one of those rainy nights.  The roads were wet and black soaking up all
available light.  The few iron lamp posts still working were obscured by the
branches of tortured trees blowing in the dark wind and the hard rain.  Even the
headlights were no use save to blind the other helpless drivers seeking shelter. 
The rain pounded down on the pavement and the car roof so that basic thought was
a chore.  It was as if the flood of sound coming into the brain required
processing making all the other senses dull in comparison.

When I arrived at the house, I wasn't sure it was the correct address. The pale
white porch light was on, but I couldn't read the house number from the street. 
Even up on the porch there was no way to tell if I had made my destination. 
Somehow the stark light only made it harder to see against the surrounding black
night.  Oh well, nothing ventured nothing gained.

I rang the door bell and waited, the rain dripping off my hair and down my face. 
Long hair is nice except when it's windy and raining; tonight it was both.   The
effects of the water and hair across my eyes cast the available light into
rainbows and blurs.  I was miserable.

The door opened a warm contrast to the cold night.  The light from inside was a
soft glow, rather than the bleak white of the porch light against the black
night.  Standing in the doorway was a tall figure. The light was such that I
could only get an outline, that of a woman welcoming me in.

Once I stepped up inside the world changed.  It was soft and somber, but not
cold; quite the opposite.  There was a warm fire in the fireplace with candles
burning about the room.  Music was playing but the rain was silent, gone.   I
took off my coat and was handed a glass of wine and a towel.  While I was drying
my hair I noticed the sweet smell of fresh flowers as if they were in a distant
garden.  The rain had drowned any sense of smell, but as I began to dry the
senses returned.

I then put down the towel and swept the hair from my face, took the glass of wine
for a heafty swallow.  I was human again.  The figure appeared not nearly as tall
as before but with an inviting face with a soft smile.

"Please, let me get you out of those wet clothes." she asked. Mesmerized by her
smile and voice I could only comply.  Within minutes I was standing near the
fire, holding on to an empty glass feeling the warmth of the room caressing my
entire body.  I should have shivered as I was still fairly wet but the glow of
the fire preventing any chill. Yet, too it was not so hot to chafe the skin, only
a gentle, warm embrace.

Soon, the woman was filling my glass again.  Rather than consume this fresh glass
of wine, I took the time to savor it much like I was savoring the room.    I
closed my eyes and let the surroundings remove the sensation of being naked, or
wet or cold.  My head tilted back and I felt as if I was floating in the clouds
on a warm summer day.

The dream state was so complete that I didn't realize the woman had returned to
take hold of my cock.  She had touched me so lightly, yet so completely that I
didn't come back to the world or the room until I was fully erect.

I looked down and she was seated on a nearby sofa smiling up at me.  I smiled and
said, "It is I who should be doing you a favor."

"You are more than welcome to," she replied.  Then, standing up she let the
shoulder straps from her dress slide off her shoulders and down to the floor. 
She stood infront of me, nearly close enough for my cock to touch her stomach or
her nipples to caress beneath my chest.  Then, she took my hands and led me down
to the sofa.   As she sat, I took control of my hands and began to glide my
fingers across her skin, learning the curves of her shoulders, breasts, hips.  My
hands moved as did my eyes. I was feasting on her figure, her skin soft and
sweet, the curves subtle and seductive.

My head drifted closer to her body to let my hair fall across her skin. I was
moving almost hynotically along her body, hair and hands caressing every inch. 
As my face moved closer, my lips joined in the caress, first along the knees,
then up the thighs, along the waist and up to the breasts where I stopped to
suckle her nipples, softly at first but with growing tension.

I heard her moan and my hands joined my fingers pressing harder on her flesh
trying to connect with her very soul.  My lips moved back down her body to stop
along the hips.  It was then that my teeth joined the fray as I nibbled gently on
her hip bones, nawing on her pleasure.

She lifted her hips and I took the signal and moved to between her legs.  The
soft scent of her moist hair mingling with my own drove me further down.  Like
the fireplace, I could feel the heat of her body embracing my face, welcoming me
in.  I reached out with my tongue and savored the soft wine she was offering.

Her hips began to rock as we drifted to the clouds together.  The motion of us
becoming one.  Our pleasure echoed with the music of moans.  I reached around her
hips to pull her closer and press my body next to her.  Her hands moved along my
back pressing me deeper still.

Then, at the edge of climax she moved her hands up through my hair and pulled me
toward her face.   As our eyes met, I instinctively began to rotate my body
inline with hers.  But before I could move my leg between hers, I felt the weight
of another body join us.  Slowly plummeting down upon her was another man.  His
musk filled the room as his hips filled hers.  My eyes were locked with hers and
I could see the moment of pentration, she was no longer mine, but his.

I slide back to the floor as he took full posession of her body.  Their rhythm
moving together, finding the edge I had come so close to.  I reached down and
began to masterbate as I watched these two lovers seek each other.  Just as they
were about to climax the woman looked again at me; I could feel my own climax
burst.  I came, shooting toward her as she smiled.  She then reached out and
touched my semen with a gentle caress.  Her eyes then again returned to mine and
with a simple blink I knew I had too shared in her cloud.