“Let me…let me, show you,” I asked, letting her know upon doing so that I wanted my own free will to be given back to me here, and not some automated autotron or something being the one to do it. Amazingly, she seemed to understand that, and I sat there flexing my fingers, pleased to see I actually had control over them once again.
I coaxed her into lying back comfortably, and then placed my hands between her legs, spreading them. I moved down, though she tried sitting up, curious I am sure. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” I told her grinning, bearing my teeth as though I might actually eat her instead.
She actually laughed. “I already know that,” she stated, and then did as I asked her to do. My fingers were already toying with her hard little nip tips, her eyes closed, though I heard her pleasured sigh of contentment as I did that, likewise planting soft sweet little kisses between her thighs, over her nether lips before finally running my tongue up through the valley of her split, easily locating her blood engorged little clit. Her eyes suddenly popped open, a deep intake of breath followed by an involuntary shudder.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed, actually sitting up, propping her elbows behind her, looking down at me. “Do that again!” she exclaimed, watching me. So I did. And again she shuddered, convulsed, held her breath and expelled it in a rush of pleasured joy. “Again! Again! Again!”
I now lapped away at her furiously, my tongue a blur on her clit as she collapsed back upon herself, her legs spreading even wider than they had been, her hands coming up to replace mine as she fondled her breasts, pulling on her nipples almost violently. I slid one, then two…and finally three fingers inside her pussy, finger-fucking her, devouring her clit, sucking it fiercely.
I’d been with enough women in my lifetime to enjoy the individual differences of each one’s unique little climax. But never before in my entire life had I ever experienced anything like the one she had. In addition to the sudden flood of nectar that poured from her pussy like a faucet turned on, the shrill sound of her pleasured scream came from the lowest decibels of sound, escalating in intensity and volume until they reached a crescendo of pitch that went far beyond my ability to hear her. And yet…the vibrations I still sensed, felt, informed me she was crying out her ecstasy on a level that went far beyond my comprehension.
I lay there for the longest time still between her legs, my tongue barely even touching her, though she continued to shiver, convulse and seemingly drift in a never-ending sea of pleasure. Her taste was unlike any I had ever known before, her aroma intoxicating, pleasured, and I found I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Make love to me…fill me with your seed, as much as you can. All of it…I want…no, I need all of it!” she told me to draw me up effortlessly towards her. In seconds I was buried to the hilt inside her, thrusting deeply, forcefully, feeling her again spasm long before I did, again…the low to high pitched sound coming from deep somewhere inside, and then hovering out of range of my ears as she came, as she sucked out my sperm, swallowing it deeply inside the depths of her womb.
I fell asleep after that. At least it felt like sleep, though I heard her words inside my head long before I woke up again.
“I must go now…but I’ll be back…tomorrow, look for me.”
**
I slept all day. There was no point in going out in search of her. I knew now I would never find her, no matter where I looked or for how long. Wherever it was that she went, it was a place I knew then I could never go, so I waited, waited for the night to arrive again, and with it…her.
I didn’t even bother getting dressed, there was no point in it. And though I again started a fire, thinking as I did that, she’d still find me with or without it, I returned to my tent laying down, waiting for her. Not long after the sun had set,
I heard the flaps on my tent open, she again stepped in, the same simple shift she’d worn when I first saw her coming up and over her head. Once again she had changed, there was a familiarity in her face I hadn’t seen before, hovering on the edge of thought, her hair a bit shorter now than it had been, still dark. And her breasts…once again just a little larger than they had been, her nipples slightly larger as well, a bit more pronounced, even darker.
She immediately placed herself down beside me. “Kiss me again,” she asked softly. I rolled over in order to do so. She giggled. “Well that too,” she sighed after we had kissed. “But kiss me…down there, the way you did it last time.” Now it was my turn to grin as I slithered down between her legs, and we repeated in kind the pleasures we had experienced the night before.
After she had climaxed, though I’m not sure there was a word adequate enough to describe what she did as being a simple climax, she immediately proceeded to lick and suck me once again as well. As I neared my own release, she looked up towards me apologetically, “I’m sorry…I know that you would prefer to empty your seed inside my mouth, and as much as I would like to experience what that’s like…I cannot,” she said simply without any further explanation. In the next instant, she had straddled me, and my sperm, my seed…was once again filling the recess of that warm and inviting cunt of hers.
**
Night came, and with it her expected arrival, but she never appeared. Eventually I came out of the tent, stoked the fire and wandered about aimlessly around camp. By midnight I had given up and returned to the tent swiftly falling asleep. Shortly before morning, I felt her presence when she entered, waking me with a kiss. I woke up surprised to find her there, happily delighted however and immediately rolled her over intending to “kiss her” the way she had so obviously taken to.
“No…there isn’t enough time,” she told me. “Just lay back…let me, pleasure you,” she stated. It was darker than normal, the fire having gone out, the morning rays not yet brightening the night sky. I could barely make out her features, and yet there was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. But it didn’t matter, especially when I felt her mouth surrounding my shaft, sucking, licking, teasing me in ways I had never felt before.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I told her, giving her fair warning, knowing that she would then no doubt mount me again, taking my essence inside. She continued mouthing me however, her eyes the one feature I could see clearly enough in the comfort of my small little tent, telling me as she looked at me that this moment, this time between us was indeed different. I came. I came harder than I ever have before in my entire life,
I felt my eruption filling her mouth as she swallowed it greedily, actually laughing in glee as she did so, sucking out every last drop before finally releasing me sitting up. The sun was just then beginning to poke the first tendrils of sunlight over the mountain top, down through the trees where we were. As it did, my eyes registered on the new change, a change that was hard to look at, to see…to understand.
My wife had died of cancer five years earlier. This had been our place, our retreat, our little spot of paradise in this world. I have been coming here ever since. Spending this time with her, in spirit at least. This was the first time that I really hadn’t, and had even felt more than a bit guilty about it after all this had begun.
What I now saw was my long dead wife.
“Mila?”
Mila smiled at me, kissing me. If indeed she was Mila…though I once again had to ask myself if I were dreaming, hallucinating, or finally had plain and simply gone mad.
“I like the sound of that…so yes, you may call me by that name if you wish to,” she replied, and then stood, her face looking sad as she did so.
“Where are you going? What are you doing?” I asked worriedly.
“I must go…” she said forlornly seeing the look on my face. I sat up, looking at her, looking at Mila, my wife, my lost love in life.
“Please don’t go…stay, I need you.”
I saw tears forming in her eyes as she looked at me, holding out her hand towards me. I took it standing, following her out of the tent. She came into my arms kissing me, kissing me the exact same way I remembered when Mila kissed me.
“I’m sorry…but I must go now. But…” she then said, smiling at me with a look that was all too familiar. “I will be back.”
“I’ll be here,” I replied, knowing that I would be. I stood there watching her go, watching her as she walked down the hill into the trees, but I never saw her come out of them again.
**
I don’t know if Mila, as I now thought of her, was an Angel, Alien from some other planet, or a simple figment of my own imagination. Maybe I’ll never know. And certainly no one else ever believed what I saw, or what we did. But whatever she was, and for whatever reason she came to me, I’ll continue to make that pilgrimage to our spot, our place for however long that it takes, until I see her again.
And I know…somehow I know and believe. I will.
Frankly, I’m not surprised that none of my friends believed me after I’d returned from my weeklong stay in the mountains. Hell, I’m not sure I believed it myself, but it happened.
At least…I think it did.
Every year I made what was for me a personal pilgrimage to a particularly hard to get to place high up in the Uinta Mountains nearby where I live. It’s time for me to get away from it all, alone. Time to gather myself, think, and simply enjoy the peace and quiet of nature as well as the beauty of the surrounding forest and wildlife that is so very much in abundance around the place where I camp. It is a time for reflection and memory of better days, better times.
I had a small easy to put up tent that would provide more than adequate shelter against any unforeseen inclement weather, though the reports had assured me I was to expect warm sunny days without any rain whatsoever. Certainly warm during the day, the nights would still be on the cool side, perfect for sleeping. I’d been looking forward to this one man excursion for weeks, the stress of work and a recently failed relationship weighing heavily on my mind.