Sapphic Voices Erotica

The Bridge

This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

I stepped out onto the darkened field. The sky was so black that it had a bluish hue; the shimmering stars appearing as spattering of white paint on a black canvas. The huge, glowing moon illuminated the light frost on the grass beneath my feet. The field was silent except for the quiet glide of my steps over the grass. Questions and doubts filled my mind as I made my way across the wet, dark, emerald sea. My naked body was oblivious to the cold--only my slightly erect nipples sensed the chill in the air and I shivered lightly. Would she be there?

Soon I found myself at the stream. I could see the smooth flow of the water over the rocks. My ears could detect the faint sound of the rippling current. The moon's face smiled at me in its reflection upon the water. It transformed into the image of her face. Her gaze has met mine so many times. She was like a woman on the moon--fair, delicate and out of reach, fading with the appearance of sunlight.

I followed the stream north. Beginning at my lips and winding through my body, excitement reached its tantalizing fingers to the soft, warm wetness between my legs. I sighed with thoughts of her soft caressing hands. Vivid remembrances of her soft kiss, her tender beautiful lips crossing my neck and breasts were relived in my mind. I could feel her probing fingers seeking the moist excitement between my legs. Once again her hungry was mouth devouring my flesh, exploring the most intimate parts of my body, her tongue teasing me to the point of ecstasy. Soon I would reach the bridge. Would she be there?

The steady stream of moonlight illuminated the bridge before me. On both sides of the entrance to the bridge were rose and lilac bushes and patches of daisies. Their radiance was breathtaking in the pale light. My eyes strained to look beyond the bridge to the edge of the forest. There in the shadows appeared to be a figure of a woman. She was fair and beautiful, the moonlight giving her an ethereal appearance. A smile glowed on her face; and I stepped out onto the bridge. Her arms were invitingly outstretched. "Come to me," she whispered. Her naked body stirred desire deep inside me. I could feel a slight throbbing begin pulsating between my legs.

My breath grew heavy as I slowly started across the bridge. It swayed with my weight and I stopped to look down. A rocky hill loomed beneath me. Fear and excitement grew within me. I glanced up. She was there, waiting for me. "Come to me," she whispered again as she as she slowly caressed her own breasts. Her wet lips were parted, their moistness glistening in the moonlight. Slowly her hand reached down between her legs and a slight cry escaped her lips.

So many times she had crossed the bridge to come to me. Now she beckoned for me to cross. My previous attempts had been futile. Fear of crashing to the rocks below had overcome me time and time again.

My heart was racing. There was no wind. The earth was still and silent except for the pounding in my chest and the sound of hot lust bubbling up within me. She motioned for me to come closer, the wetness from between her legs shining invitingly upon her fingertips. I was afraid, yet now powerless to turn back. Visions of what had been and anticipation of what was yet to be flooded my mind. Would I get all the way across this time? Was this just another dream? Would I wake once again to find it had only been imagined? My excitement overcame my fear and I raced toward the end of the bridge.

The sound of splintering and collapsing boards churned beneath my feet as I dashed towards her. Terror and anticipation welled up within my throat as I finally reached the end of the bridge. What remained of the bridge crashed onto the rocks below. I just stood there, unsure of myself, not knowing what to do next. My heart was pounding wildly, my breath staggered and hard.

She rushed towards me. We stood face to face, the moon showering us in a bath of faint light. I peered deeply into her large, soft brown eyes. and wanted to crawl inside. So many feelings were storming inside of me. fear, anticipation, insecurity and lust all combined to create this unstoppable, unconquerable force erupting as I took her face in my hands. My mouth engulfed hers in a fury of hunger and passion. Our lips clung to one another, tongues intertwined, roving hands caressing each other, glowing in the moonlight.

I pushed her backwards onto a bed of moss just at the edge of the trees and we fell together in an explosion of blinding wet heat. My fingers plunged into her hot, moist center, stroking and caressing, teasing her to the point of explosion, as my starving mouth devoured one breast, then the other, sucking, tickling with my tongue. The hardness of her dark pink nipples invited more and more as I ravaged one breast, then the other. I was out of my mind with lust, lost in her. I was in another world. Was this real?

Her hips rose in time with my exploring hand as my fingers massaged her clitoris over and over, causing it to swell, pulsate, and throb with excitement over and over. I stroked her for what seemed like an endless eternity, soaking in all of her passion, desire and heat .Her silky hot juices ran over my hand as she cried out in a song of orgasm, her hands digging into my arms and shoulders. My mouth covered hers, absorbing her cries into my throat as I moved on top of her.

I ran my tongue in circles around each breast and down the length of her stomach until I found the warm wetness between her legs and buried my face into her. My hands held onto her hips as my tongue and lips explored her sweetness, sucking and licking her into another wave of ecstasy. The force of her orgasm rocked through her as she cried out once again and reached down to take my hands in hers. She looked down at me with those beautiful brown eyes, peering into my very soul, engulfing me. Was she real?

Suddenly she was on top of me, her ravenous mouth devouring one breast, then the other. I held her soft blonde head in my hands as she tantalized and teased each nipple over and over again. I became flushed as her soft tender lips and tongue worked their wonder all over my raging body, her fingers instinctively moving to the heat between my legs. I cried out as she plunged her fingers deep inside me. Her face disappeared into me as she fed hungrily upon my soft wetness. Every nerve was screaming in an eruption of passion as wave after wave of orgasm burst beneath her mouth and flowed throughout my body. Was this real?

We lay on the soft moss, glowing in each other's love. My hand softly stroked her cheeks and chin as her soft finger traced the outline of my lips. "I love you," she whispered, placing a daisy on my chest as I wove one into her silky hair. As we lay in each other's arms, sweet sleep overtook us. Was this real, or would I wake to find that it had once again been just a dream?

When I awoke her memory was still alive in my mind. My bed was soaking wet. Her scent and the aroma of grass and moss were still thriving. But she was gone. I rose, convinced that once again my girl on the moon had all been just a fantasy in my mind. I sighed, resigning myself to the realization that she would never be real. She was out of reach. Then, out of the corner of my eye something caught my attention—a daisy and a note saying, "You crossed the bridge, my love."

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