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Brandy, I said state.. I never said it would be in the UK...

mmmmmmm  Theres a Watertown in Jefferson county, New York. 13601 . USA     

hmm, that's still quite a wide area to find a plane ticket.. Can you narrow it down more?

Watertown International Airport

Watertown NY.  Named after the many falls located on the Black River and from where the town grew drawing power from the Black River.

In 1808 The first paper mill was started there. 


So is it the Paper mill in Watertown in NY...  ?  Unfortunately I cant find a specific address. 

Keeping my fingers crossed  hehehe

Well done Brandy,

the papermill stille exists but is now part of a huge manufacturer of specialised paper and printing machines. I am happy with the answer and will post the rest of the story forthwidth. Read the story for the precise adress..

“Fuck it!!! When is this going to stop?!”

Angry I throw the phone back on the desk and kick the chair out of the way. As soon as I read the riddle, I exploded inside. The absence of my uncle, taken the possibility away to talk to him, to vent and question, has built up a frustration inside me that is now finding a way out, the message the drop that makes the bucket run over. With a frustrated grunt I walk out of the room.

Ofcourse the first part of the riddle is easy. It’s plane to the east and I have to get the ticket. The second part must be the location where to get the tickets from. ‘I thought I was there already. Didn’t my uncle say so?’. I walk upstairs, the anger filling my body, and quickly I change into my running gear. Slowly my mind settles and my mantra starts to sound in my head, an exercise I have rehearsed over and over again, redirecting the energy to flow through my muscles, to let it leave my body in a healthy way. I walk out the door and dribble to the park, warming my legs before I start at my usual pace.

I find my rhythm and concentrate on my breathing and the hypnotic effect of my moving feet, chase all thoughts away. For 45 minutes my world consists of breathing and running, diverting the anger inside me into energy, soothing my mind. When I return and hop into the shower, my mind is clear again and the lines of the riddle return in my conscious thoughts, now a challenge instead of a frustration. As I dry myself off, I repeat the first two sentences of the last part of the rhyme.

“a stream turns a wheel
pulp pressed into canvassed ink”

Ok, so this must be water that turns a wheel. Must be a water mill. Pulp turned into canvassed ink. Ink is used on paper, paper is also a canvas, so the mill must be a papermill, an old fashioned one as it still is powered with water. So the question remains, where? ‘where a community live in steads, along the glistening flow of molten snow’. A community is a group of people living together. A stead is a form of housing. So where people live together in houses. A town, a village, a city. The glistening flow of molten snow. It seems obvious that this is a river as well. Fits with the water mill. A village or town or city along a stream, brook or river. Brookcity, Brooktown, Brookvillage, Rivercity, Rivervillage. The list seems endless and I am not getting results.

Still, I feel a sense of urgency, less than a week to go and I have no clue when the plane is leaving. Could be tomorrow, could the 20th at the latest. I have to solve this riddle as soon as possible. I pick up my phone and call my assitant, cancelling all appointments for the day. Then I look back at the riddle, racking my brain on the last two sentences. Suddenly it clicks. Brooks, rivers or streams are all bodies of WATER!. Watervillage, Watertown. As I write down the last possibility, my eyes start to sprakle with delight. Quickly I open my laptop and enter the few words I have found, into the search engine. Immediatly a result is presented.

Knowlton Specialty Papers Inc
213 Factory St
13601-2748 Watertown, JEFFERSON (NY)

There is no more doubt about the answer being correct as I flick through the pages of the company. One of their specialties is producing parchment, the kind of paper the IUD has used before. The note on the first parcel was made out of parchment. Without hesitating, I grab the phone and enter the details of the adress. Within seconds, a reply arrives.

“Correct, be there this evening, 8 pm”

As soon as I get the answer, I find a route description and see it will take me over 5 hours to get there. I look at my watch, it’s still early but if I leave now, I can have dinner there and take a look around. Who knows what I will find out. I quickly get dressed, jeans a shirt and a sweater, collects my things and head out the door. With just water and some granola bars, I drive out of the city. Soon I am on Highway 81, the traffic during the early afternoon not that bad and without too much delay, I arrive at Watertown late in the afternoon. I drive past the factory first, trying to find out where I am supposed to be to pick up the ticket. The whole plant site is surrounded by barb wired gates, just a single entrance at the end of a short acess road. Noticing a few parking spots across the street, I decide to park there at the arranged time. I return to town and find a restaurant. I decide on the Apollo resturant and order lamb chops, something I only allow myself a few times a year, the addiction to them ignored, only to immerse myself in a feeding frenzy when I do.

I order two plates of chops, my hands soon glistening with fat as I rip the flesh of the bones. Cooked to perfection, the meat is tender and soft, the herbs used well to season them, the amount of salt just a touch too much. I order a bottle of retsina and wash the salty taste away with the sweet wine, the resin flavor complimenting the delicate taste of the meat. With a satisfied grin on my face, I let the last rib fall on top of the pile of bones and lean back. My face and hands slick with grease and juices, my stomach inflated, a warm, satisfied feeling circulating through my body.
I order greek coffee, extra sweet and when the coffee arrives, I let it settle for a few minutes, before sipping the black liquid from the tiny cup. Before the coffee grounds can pass through my lips, I put the cup back down and wash away the few granules of coffee with the glass of water that was traditionally offered. The warm, slouchy feeling disappears as the caffeine enters my bloodstream and a sudden knot in my stomach makes me aware of the task at hand. I look at the clock, it’s 7:15 pm. The drive will take me 15 minutes, that leaves me less than half an hour at the parking spot. I call the waitor and pay the bill, then take my time to walk back to my car.

As I arrive at the plant and park in the shadows of a large oak, I see the parking lot in front of the factory is almost empty, though there are still light on, in and around the building. The factory must be running 24 hour shifts, the little building at the turnpike is lit too and I can see a security guard inside. The soft fickering light betrays a tv, the shift must have started already. I look at the clock in my car, 15 more minutes to go. I roll a cigarette and open the window to a little crack, blowing the smoke into the darkening sky. The sun is almost touching the horizon and fills the sky with a palette of oranges and red, blending into purples and deep blues, the black of the universe lurking on the edge of the earth. As I smoke slowly and enjoy the sharp taste of the tobacco, my eyes keep scanning the area, looking for something out of order.

At 7:59 I hear a horn sound a signal, followed by another one a minute later, and a few minutes after that, a small group of people exits the factory building. They group together underneath a canape and soon I see orange points tracing lines in the sky. Breaktime and staff is smoking outside. One person seperates from the group and starts to walk in my direction. I see a head with long, dark hair, almond shaped eyes move from left to right, the shape of a woman becoming clearer and clearer as she nears the exit of the plant site. She passes the turnpike after greeting the guard, then crosses the street and walks around my car. The door opens and I see her slide into the seat next to me, a gorgeous smile curling luscious lips, her body full and curved, the work overall she’s wearing, tighly spanning her enormeous bosom.

“Mr Weaver, I have something for you” .

Under her arm, she has a folder clenched and she hands it to me with a seductive smile and I take it from her hesitantly. She stops me when I want to open it, her hand slowly sliding over mine, halting me in my movements. I feel her slide in closer, her warm breath washing over my face, her large breasts touching my arm, pressing into me as she leans in further. I turn towards her and immediatly turn away as the sulphuric vapors from her mouth drift into my nose. She leans in further, appareantly expecting something in return for the folder, but the stench from her mouth has destroyed the slightest attraction I felt for her. I place my hand in her shoulder and gently push her back into her seat.

“Thank you miss, I am grateful for the folder. But I think the transaction stops here.”
“But mr Weaver, am I not attractive to you? Is there something about me you don’t like? Wouldn’t you like to...”

She pulls the zipper of the overall down and lets her bare breasts fall out, taking them in her hands and jiggling them in front of me. She rbings one up to her mouth and licks her nipple, then does the same with the other, leaving the large areola’s glistening with her saliva. I take my eyes off as I see her smile, her face distorted with faked arousal.

“A few things, miss. Your breath and the way you present yourself to me. If this is not a necessity for my search to continue, I’d rather decline.”

An eerie laugh is emitted from her throat as she pushes her breasts back into her overall. The zipper goes up and she turns away from me, opening the door to the car.

“Don’t worry mr Weaver, having me is not part of the deal. But from what I heard about you, I am missing out. Enjoy your Final Night, and give my regards to Ella.”

Without waiting for a reply, she gets out, slams the door shut and walks back to the turnpike, swaying her hips in such an exagerated fashion, it makes me laugh. Then it hits me, she said Ella.. ‘Ella.. Is that the name of the girl in zebra socks? The girl chosen for the final night is called Chloe.. It must be.. Ella.. What a beautiful name.. It fits her eyes..’. With a smile on my face I open the folder, finding a ticket and a document, the print on the cover hinting towards the theme of the final night. It will have to wait until I am home. I start the car and drive off, a glance at the clock tells me it is 8:10 pm, it’ll be the dead of night before I am home.

***

“Ella, are you ready to go?”

A soft knock on the door, followed by the urgent voice of her boss, shakes her up and quickly she gathers the last things before she leaves her hotelroom. She’s spend the last night there and she packed all her things. A least sweep through her room and she is ready to leave. Her heart beats fast and butterflies are flying around in her stomach, the excitement increased to new levels as the final night is almost there. She’s prepared for it, knows the schedule for the night by heart, practiced her songs and dances and finished programming the booth.

Everything is in place and set up for the final night, the culmination of their efforts and she can’t shake the feeling this will be a night she will never forget. It will be either a huge succes, or the biggest disaster ever. As she closes the door to her room for the last time, her suitcase is taken from her hand by her boss. He takes it downstairs and hands it to the driver that will take them to the Spa. Mr Liska has been with her for the past two days, checking the last details with her and overseeing the tech that will operate the booth that night. His presence added both extra pressure, on top of the layers she installed herself, and created peace and focus on the site. That allowed them to finish ahead of schedule.

Klaus and his crew had left a day early, eager to return to their families. That night she didn’t sleep much, as Klaus said goodbye to the landlady in quite a loud fashion that lasted throughout the night. Qith bags under his eyes, but wth an enormeous smile on his face, he hugged her tightly when he said goodbye to her.

“Have fun Ella, we have done our best to make this as nice as possible for you.”

With a tear in her eye she said goodbye to him, knowing he put his heart into his work, more as usual. The result was there. The site looks amazing, definitly a new standard for the IUD. With proud eyes she turns her face towards the lighthouse as she drives off towards the Spa, her boss with his hands on his back remaining behind. The squared form is silhouetted by the setting sun, setting it ablaze in red and oranges, a promise for the following night. She leans back and looks out the window as the driver takes her to a spa, 30 miles away, but without really noticing anything, the landscape flashing by her in smudges and stripes.

She’s welcomed by the manager of the spa, a middle aged woman that looks late twenties. Though a bit overtanned to her taste, the woman is a walking billboard for the beauty spa, in perfect shape, the subtle make up pronouncing her best features. She follows the woman inside the
building and is brought to her room. A robe is waiting on her bed and she is asked to change and go to the massaging rooms for a relaxing body
massge, before she goes to sleep. As she opens the cupboard to put her suitcase away, she finds the dress for the next night, wrapped in a plastic cover. The shoes are underneath and on a planchet next to it, she finds the box with the jewelry she will wear. Mr Liska arranged everything perfectly and she lets go of her need for control. It is out of her hands, all she has to do now is focus on her role and on her partner.

Every free moment in her mind, she has felt him near her. As if the threads of energy she casted at him in her dream, has made a real connection. When she closes her eyes, she can almost feel his heart beating, his lungs breathing, his eyes interlocking with hers. A few times she woke up in the middle of the night, her body drenched with sweat, the sheets beneath her moist with her arousal. The images of his arms around her, bodies intertwined with eachother, lustful, passionate love making. She was able to fight the urge to give in to her arousal, but caved in once, pelasuring herself to a shattering orgasm as she closed her eyes and immersed herself in the images of her dream. Since that night, the sexual energy has been building inside her body, up to a point where the touch of her bra, makes her sensitive nipples ache, the brush of the wind over her hair, making her blush.

She undresses, putting her clothes neatlky folded in the cupboard, and slips into the robe. She leaves the room, making sure it is locked tighly, before she walks through the corridor, towards the spa itself. She follows the signs and ends up at a small counter, the wall behind it lined with towels, oils and lotions. To the left she sees a few doors and she sees a table set up in a warm, cosey room through a door that is left open. Before her impatience hits her, a tall man exits the room witht he open door and walks up to her with a big smile. He extends his hand, the length and strength of his fingers striking, shaking hers with care. His grip firm but not crushing, subtly tugging her closer to the counter.

“miss uhm Souhait?”

“Yes, that is me. I was told to come here for a massage”

“But ofcourse, this is the massage area. It would be strange if you came her for a scrub?”

He giggles, his joke only amusing him but looks back at her with a serious look on his face. He reaches behind him and picks up a few fresh towels, then steps towards the empty room, inviting her with a graceful sweep of his arm.

“My name is Timothy, Tim for close friends. So please call me Tim. If you’d like to follow me and be so kind to undress behind the screen and put this towel around your torso?”

She nods quietly, takes the towel and disappears behind the screen. She leaves the robe on the clothing peg behind her and wraps the towel aorund herself. As she returns, Tim is fiddling with the sound system, the room filling with the soft sounds of rippling water, mixed in with the hypnotic sounds of Sufi music. Following his silent directions, she lays down on the table and leans her head against the opening in the base of the table. The soft ring pressed against her forehead and cheeks support her head as she allows her body to relax. In her mind she starts a routine, adressing all muscles in her head, telling them to relax and untense, moving from her scalp to her toes. Her body becomes soft as Tim starts to peel the towel away, leaving just her buttocks covered.

He rubs his hands vigorously, warming them before he pours a drizzle of oil on his palms. He places his hands on her shoulders and carefully starts to rub the oil into her skin, his sweeps and rubs along her muscles soothing them, the ligaments fluttering as the pressure on them is released. Her breath comes slower and deeper as she submits herself to the soft music and the warm hands massaging her back. Despite the relaxing nature of the expert massage, as his hands slide lower, the towel pulled down further down her buttocks, she feels tingles arise in her core, her excitement testing the strength of the lock that keeps in caged. Embarrassed by the sensation, she clenches her buttocks, trying to burry the feeling underneath layers of tention.

“No resistance miss Souhait?”

The tightening of her buttocks is rewarded with a slap on her butt, hard enough to feel a slight sting, but not enough to leave a mark on her skin. She turns startled, then sees the stern look on Tim’s face. His hands are resting in the hollow of her back, his groin is pressing against her hip as he stands next to her. As she tries to resist the look in his eyes and the feeling in her core, he starts to move his hands again, sensual, slow, caressing, brushing, petting, feeding the tingles in her core.

“I am not sure what you are thinking Tim, but don’t take this further”

Immediatly his hands stop moving and he steps away from the table and kneels in front of her, his face only inches away from hers. He locks his eyes in hers, demanding her attention.

“Miss Souhait, you are not the first woman that feels tingles inside her core. I ensure you, the massage is aimed to envoke that feeling. I ask you to let those feelings flow free through your body and mind. My task is to prepare you for a special night tomorrow and I can only accomplish that, if you are willing to release all restraints.”

His hands start moving as he resumes his postition next to her, following the curves of her body, touching and exploring her skin, the muscles of her back, the straight line of her spine. Each touch makes it more difficult for her to keep her need inside its locked cage. Each brush of his fingers brittle the lock, but still she is not ready to submit to her need. The sense of betrayal flares up and she starts to turn on the table, ready to leave the room. But then Tim moves his hands to her shoulders and neck, leans in and whispers.

“If it would make you feel more relaxed, even if I wanted, I could not answer your need. I am gay”

With a whimper she retreats her defenses as he touches that particular spot at her neck. Shivers run down her spine as her desire inflames inside her, setting her core on fire. She falls back to the table and lays still, submitting to the strong, gentle hands of Tim, letting her desire fill her whole body, brought to the brink of explosion when he reaches her toes, every inch of her skin tingling with the soft caresses of his fingers. Her breath has quickened and she pants as he turns her around on the table, her chest heaving, pushing her breasts up in the air. Her nipples hardened to pebbles, engorged and pronounced crowning her full mounts. Her inner thighs are slick and fragrant with the flow of juices that trickled from her sex, as the massage brought her close to climax. As she turns and opens her eyes, she sees the smile on Tim’s face, expressing his contentness about her submission.

He continues his massage in reversed order, starting at her feet, slowly working his way upwards, rubbing the fragrant oil into ever pore of her skin, he carefully evades her sensitive core as he massges her thighs and pelvis and only brushes his hands over her nipples and breasts as he moves to her face. Her body is on fire, balancing on the edge of bliss, the slightest breeze would tip her over. As his fingers move to her temples and rub in slow circles outwards, she slips her hand between her legs, touches her core, finds her climax and explodes.


Tim steps back as she starts to shake and tremble on the table, her outcry of pleasure muffled in her hand as she bites on the ball of her thumb, an automated gesture, allowing her to endure the waves of orgasmic pleasure, washing through her body. With her body flushed, her skin pink with the massage and the sense of satisfaction, she falls back to the table, her back arched, her hips tilted in the spasm of her orgasm. She opens her eyes and looks embarrassed at Tim, who has stepped away from the table, allowing her to climax without ghis interference. He smiles, steps back to the table and places his hand over her eyes. As she closes them, he resumes his facial massage as if nothing had happened. Her body starts to relax, leaving her limp and without strength on the table. Fatigue starts to overwhelm her as the gentle fingers of Tim finish the massage, bringing her to a deep state of relaxation.

A touch on her hand brings her back to the present, the intenseness of the moment draining her of energy, her eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep. Dazed she sits up and notices the wetness between her thighs. Quickly she pulls the towel aorund her body, hiding her nakedness from Tim´s view, though she feels he has no interest in her excited state. He smiles and brings her hand to his mouth, kissing it gently.

“Take your time to clean up ms Souhait. I´d advice you to go straight to bed and sleep.I hope the massage was to your satisfaction”

“I.. I.. will.. and thank.. you..”

Unable to speak without stuttering, she watches Tim leave the room. Slowly she collects her strength and slides off the table, her legs weak, her hands clenching around the edge of the table to keep her on her feet. She walks to the sink and freshens herself before putting on the soft robe. Wrapped in a blanket of warmth, she walks back to her room, slides underneath the sheets and falls asleep as soon as her head touches the pillow.

***

It’s midnight, a brisk breeze makes my hair wave. Tears collecting in the corners of my eyes as the cold wind blows through my clothes. I don’t have much on as directed in the document I received a few nights before. I postponed reading it until the next morning, after an deep sleep. The long way on the highways, took it’s toll and I fell asleep like a log. The next morning, with coffee and cigarettes, I opened the folder and started reading. There wasn’t much in it. The date, time and gatenumber for my flight and advice on how to dress. Also included was the ritual of fertility, named Kupala, on which I read about on the internet. I take in the order of the ritual, the fire first, then the bathing, then the search in the forests, for the girl and the flower of the fern. Is that what is waiting for me? The ritual of fertility?’. I  smile, liking the idea of such a fantasy made real.

The engine of the small jetplane start to roar and a stewardess opens the door and waves me closer to the entrance. As here is noone else around. I walk up to the plane and step inside. The stewardess shows me the seat and buckles me in herself, pressing her sexy body tightly against me as she leans in. My nerves already under diresse, react and within seconds I have tight pants. She smiles as she sees my discomforted face and leaves the cabin, checking in on the pilot. I adjust myself and close my eyes, trying to calm myself, nerves high strung, ready for the plane to take off. The stewardess comes back and straps herself in across from me, her long, slender legs slightly parted, allowing me a peek on her whuite, silk panties. As I am pressed into the back of the chair, she if pushed forward, the jacket of her uniform tightening arund her perky breasts as she leans forward.

Within a few minutes the plane levels off and the stewardess unstraps herself slowly, her seductive smile curling her lips, each move calculated and aimed at stimulating my sexual desire. My body reacts to her, but my mind is fixated on one person only. Ella... Since finding out her name, it kept echoing in my head, pronouncing the sounds of each letter in lost moments, even waking up after or during the intense sexual dreams I’ve had lately, her name slipping from my throat unconsciously. Somehow I still feel the sense of connection that started when I had that dream. The dream of transluscent threads of energy capsulated me and bound me to her. Feel that trickle of her being blent in with my essence, stirring up the inner peace I had found with being on my own. But the moment I looked into her eyes, that peace was disturbed. From that moment on, it was certain we would meet again, somehow.

The stewardess moves to the pantry of the plane and returns with a plate of tit bits and a glass of champagne. She slides into the seat next to me and places the plate on her thighs, hading me the glass. She takes a small cracker with prawn salad and feeds it to me, leaning in to suck some of the cream off my lips, her chest pressing into mine. As she release, a soft moan is emitted from her throat and her eyes are sparkling. Bit by bit she feeds me the small snack, intentionally messing on my lips of chin, so she can suck my skin clean with her lips. When the plate is empty, she gets up and moves very close past me to put the plate away, returning with a second glass and toasting with me. As I drink, I feel her hand slide over my thigh towards the tightness of my pants. But with a soft gesture, I stop her hand and place it on her own thigh.

“Tess, you are a very attractive girl and I am sure that you would lead me to heights I can’t imagine right now. But I am a few hours away from meeting a very special lady. And I am bound to her”

“Ofcourse sir, I understand. I’ve been ordered to tease and seduce, give in if you wanted, to your sexual desires. But I am glad you are taking the final night this seriously. I’ll spend the rest of the flight with the pilot, if that is what you wish.”

“I don’t mind enjoying your company Tess and you are welcome to stay”

“Maybe it is better if you got some rest, sir. You will need all your energy for tonight. I will get you a blanket”

She moves to the back of the plane, as I search for the button to lean the chair back. Just as she returns and leans against the back, it suddenly reclines and she falls on top of me. Her soft, warm, voloptuous body presses into me firmly and for a second I feel my lust flare up, the promises made to myself, about to be broken. But quickly she regains her balance and stand back up, folding the blanket open and draping it over me. With a sweet, almost disappointed smile, she looks over her shoulder and disappears inside the cockpit, the light in the cabin dimming slowly. A little buzz making me light headed and quickly I drift off to sleep, only to be awakened a few hours later by the soft whispers of Tess.

“Sir, wake up. We will be landing shortly and you need to sit upright and get buckled in.”

With quick, experienced moves she helps me up in my chair and again buckles me personally, her hands now sweeping over over my crotcg\h, my erection still there as again I was immersed in a passionate sexual dream with Ella. She blushes, looking longingly at me, then raises herself and sits in the chair across from me. Again she straps herself in but keeps her legs closed this time, looking outside the window to estimate our height and speed of descent. Her eyes squint a little just before the wheels hit the tarmac and the plane starts shaking as it rolls down the runway and finds a private gate at the back of Edinburgh Airport. In front of the small building is a limosine parked and a driver stands, formally dressed, at the opened door. The plane comes to a stop and I unbuckle myself while Tess opens the door and lowers the small stpes down. As I pass, she holds me back with her hand and places a soft kiss on my cheek, whispering a few words in my ear.

“Have fun mr Weaver, she’s a lucky girl”

“Thank you Tess, I hope so”

I step out of the plane, the sun burning brightly at the sky, just passed its highest point and already sinking towards the horizon. I look at my watch, 7:15 am. ‘I have to add 6 hours..’. That makes it quarter past one. I quickly towards the limosiine where the driver is still waiting patiently, silent as I enter the car and sit down. Still a bit drousy from my long nap, I shrug my shoulders and rub my eyes. As I look at the middle console, I see a paper cup with plastic lid, the car smelling suspiciously of coffee. The tinted window seperating the back from the front of the car slides down, and the drivers turns his head back.

“Compliments of mr Liska, mr Weaver. He suggested I´d have coffee for you ready. There is extra sugar underneath the cup. The trip will take about 3 hours, so sit back and enjoy the ride.”

I smile, take the cup in my hand and add plenty of sugar. It’s a huge cup and after stirring and tasting, I add more to bring it to the right level of sweetness. While adding sugar, I didn’t notice the car starting to move, but as I cast a look outside, I see the airport disappearing behind us. Soon we mix in with the speeding traffic on the highway and through the tinted windows I notice the attraction the black limo gets. At first conscious, worried of being seen, but after pulling some funny faces to passing cars, I feel safe enough to just sit back and relax, enjoying the view of never ending pastures and wheat fields, alternating with woods and forest on undulating hills. The smooth ride of the car allows my nerves to settle a little and before I know it, we pull up into a driveway, leading to a spa. I flip a small mirror down in the car and look at myself. A smirk, then flipping the mirror back. I could have used a few minutes on my appearnace before going here. But the schedule showed a visit to the spa, so I gambled and I will know now if I have won.

A gorgeous, middle aged woman waits at the entrance of the spa, her figure of a late twenties girl, though the small wrinkles around her eyes betray her being older. With a big, pearly white smile she welcomes me and grabs both my hands, letting me hold hers. Then she turns and takes me inside, walking me through a few corridors to my room. As I let my eyes drift through the rooms of the spa, I see a woman slip out of the sauna area from the corner of my eye. I halt, look again but she has disappeared. A tingle in my spine, the feeling I know her.

But I am taken by my hand again and brought to my room at double speed. As the manager shows me the room quickly, I am informed of the schedule for the next 4 hours. Facial, manicure, pedicure, sauna and a massage, before my hair is cut, I am shaved and bathed,. Then I will be dressed. She opens the door to the cupboard and I see a white, linnen raiment. I giggle, but then push the nerveousness away. Intend on following the script of the fertility ritual, I prepare myself for the evening. I am left alone with the instructions to put on the robe and report to the sauna. Obedient I undress myself and slip into the robe, leaving the room and moving towards the sauna room, my heart beating, having seen that familiar figure.

***

The day has gone so quickly, before she realises it, she is taking a cold shower after the hot sauna and feels every nerve end in her body come alive, her skin tingling intolerably for a few seconds, before it starts to warm and glow. When she has dried herself off and slipped back in to her robe, an assistant enters the sauna room and with a certain urgency, she is whisked out of the sauna and led into the hairdresser’s lounge. Her dress is waiting for her, as well as her lingerie, laid out over a sofa.

 Besides the hairdresser and the beautician, 2 girls are present to help her get dressed. Directed to the chair, she releases all control tendencies and hands herself over to the hairdresser and beautician. The atmosphere is nice, laughing and jokes, the 4 girls knowing eachother intimately, dragging her along in their playful chatter, the subjects on the threshold of being naughty talk. Her mind is distracted from the evening for a little while, as they braid her hair and drape it around her head, forming a crown of blonde strands. Spring flowers are woven into her hair, and subtle make up is put on her face, keeping her appearance frsh, young, almost angelic. Her finger and toe nails manicured and painted in a soft, pinkish gloss, then she is helped into her lingerie.

She blushes as she feels the hands of the women around her slide over her body, her breasts gently held as she slips her hands through the straps of her bra, the soft tickle on the inside of her thighs as her panties are slipped on. She keeps still, her nailpolish still drying as well as commanded not to lift a finger. She is carefully helped into her dress, the ties and knots closed for her. Though putting the dress on is complicated, taking it off will only require her to pull on one strap, which will release all others, letting the dress slip fgrom her body and collect around her feet. She blushes as she looks at herself in the mirror, the last details dilligently perfected by the women in the room. Satisfied faces reflect in the mirror, as she turns on her toes, the dress swirling out widely, forming a whirling circle of fabric around her. The women applaud as she takes a few dancing steps, wanting to feel the dress on her as she moves. It is light as a feather and allows her body to remove freely,, although the bodice of the dress hugs her slides and bosom quite tightly.

“Ladies, excuse me. It is time for miss Souhait to leave for Whitley Bay in 5 minutes”

The knock on the door is followed by the deep voice of a man. Having had her eye on the clock for the past 30 minutes, she expected some kind of warning, but as it is announced, her heart starts pounding in her chest and her stomach squeezes into a tight knot. Her face flushes as the women gather around her, taking her in a circle and hugging her at the same time. Her voice stolen from her with the moment, she is released and with a tear in her eye, she walks towards the door. In a way she feels as a bride, taken away to wait for her grrom, the man of her dreams. Dressed that way, a ritual of fertility, courtship planned for the night, Suddenly she’s overwhelmed with a girlish gidishness that makes her giggle as she is escorted to a limousine. As she gets in, she smells the scent of coffee and the hint of a manly odor. But it is so faint, as soon as she concentrates on the smell, the scent is masked by her own perfume as it fills the cabin of the car.

Almost silently the engine is started and smoothly the car leaves the spa and leaves for the lighthouse. The distance is quickly covered and 45 minutes later they pull up to the gate at the end of the causeway. An assistant is waiting to help her out of the car and make sure she doesn’t tumble over into the sea. The causeway is still wet and she’s off balance for a second, before she clamps on to a strong arm. Carefully she’s guided inside as the limo backs up, returning to the spa for his next fare. She follows the path towards the small courtyard in fron of the lgithouse and finds a huge fire burning, still under constant care of the operational crew. As soon as the Target arrives, they will disapear, only to aid with putting on the suits for the booth. As she approaches the alter entrance to the tower, her boss exits the building and quickly walks towards her, both his hands extended. As he reaches her, he kisses both her hands, then takes a step back to look at her.

“Ella, you look enchanting. Your inner beauty is giving your outer beauty an extra glow”

“Thank you sir, you are too kind”

Blushing she accepts his compliments, feeling strangely secure about her appearance, the dress and make up, the pampering. All the effort she put in herself to make this the perfect night make her confident, proud, a sense of control flows back into her after having it left behind at the spa. This is her night, she has prepared for it and is prepared for it. As strength and pride fill her veins, her body straigtens and an inner glow shines through her skin, radiating outwards, transluscent threads of energy reaching out along the fading sky. Graciously she walks towards the fire and sits down on the log that is put in front of it. She folds her hands in her lap and starts to humm the welcoming song, memorised, mebedded in her heart as it enchants her each time she sings it.

***

Finally the disks of cucumber are take off my face and my body is liberated from the tighlty wrapped towels. After going through a quick beauty treatment and the sauna, I was wrapped in warm towels, my eyes covered and my ears filled soothing, calming Sufi music. Though I tried to relax during those 30 minutes, I also noticed the clock on my way to the sauna, knowing the time is nearing. That made it more difficult to immerse myself in the tight wrap and soft music and the disks of cucumber kept sliding around on my eyes as I kept blinking. As I get up and slide into the opened robe, not noticing the blush on the girl’s face as se holds it open for me, I rub my eyes, taking care of the itch and tickles the cucumber evoked. The girl takes my arm and gently but with a sense of urgency, pushes me out the window and to my own room.

My hair cut, my face and lower body shaved smooth, scented and powdered I step through the door of my room, finding another girl that already has gotten my raiment in her hands. Without a word spoken, I take off the robe and slip into a pair of white briefs, decorated with embroided vines and creepers. I slip my arms into the raiment and the girls close the robe around my waist with a wide belt with silver buckle, decorated with a rose. The centerpiece of my outfit. The soft linnen fits my body perfectly and I can move freely, the soft fabric keeping my body heat close to my body. Leather straps are bound aruond my wrists, a leather chord with an agate, set in a golden hanger is tied around my neck, a vine wreath is set on my head, crowning my hair. A mirror is brough to me and I am astounded with what I see. A smile curls my lips as the raiment seems to suit me perfectly. Then a knock on the door.

“Mr Weaver, it is time to go”

I look around at the girls, that are staring at me with amazement, almost shyly. I get a bit embarrassed and quickly ask them if anything else is needed for my appareance. # shaking heads answer me and with a deep bow I honor their work. With a graceful gesture of my hand, I leave the room and follow the assistant to the front of the spa, where the limousine is already waiting. As I slide in, I catch a sweet scent, lilacs, roses and honeysuckle. She’s been in this car. I close my eyes as I draw a deep breath, trying to focus on her scent. But it is faint and it soon mixes in with my own fragranted skin. The glass between the driver and the cabin in the bnack slides down and the driver turns his head.

“Ready mr Weaver? It’s a short drive, we’ll be there soon. Keep your eyes in the direction of the sea”

I nod and the car slowly drives off. Smooth and silent it whizzes through the countryside, the trees and fields moving past in a blur. I keep my eyes looking at the east, scouring the horison. Finally I notice a high shape in the air, still a few miles away. But where I expected to see the rounded tower of the lightouse, my eyes can only make out a squared pillar. The closer we get, the more details I see and I notice scaffolding around the tower, covered with black plastic, concealing the tower underneath. The small island on which the lighthouse is built, is also fenced with black plastic walls, high enough to prevent peeping toms, but low enough to keep most of the evening sky free of obstruction. The road now runs along the shore and I see the islanf getting closer and closer, the glistening of the wet causeway as the setting suns casts its diminishing light. The car turns onto the causeway, just a few inches between the wheel and the edge of the access road, then it halts at the gate. The window slides down again and the driver smiles.

“We have arrived mr Weaver. Enjoy your evening.”

The door of the car pops open and the window slides up. Collecting my thoughts and myself, I sit idle on the seat of the car, then shrug my shoulders and step out. The gate ajar, from an unseen place soft sounds are mixing in with the sound of the waves, washing up against the rocky shore. Slowly I start to walk in, my head turning from left to right. As soon as I pass the gate, it shuts on its own but I ignore it happening. The soft tones change and turn into the melodic voice of a woman, the words cascading, collapsing into a whisper of promises. I take a few steps, the melody becoming louder and clearer, the wheatfield around me starting to wave in the breeze that kicks in as soon as I step onto the path. Step by step I get closer, the words now formed but incomprehensible to me, a language of old that I have never heard before.

Orange shadows and bursts of light bounce off the borders of the island, flames licking at the sky as I step onto the small courtyard, a fire roaring at the centre, a few trunks placed in front. And on one of them a white figure, the heat of the fire distorting her face and frame. As I step into the light of the fire, the sky now filled with reds, purples and deep blues, she raises her head from a sunken position, brown eyes meeting mine. As if I am being pulled forward by a rope around my waist, my eyes rush forward and my gaze is sucked into the mirrors of her soul. As our eyes connect, a deep sense of tranquility washes through me, a sense of coming home.

***

Her legs crossed underneath her body, her hands folded in her lap. Her head is leaning forward as she hums the melody of the welcoming song to herself, her eyes closed. She hears the car arrive at the gate, the soft slam of the door penetrating her trance, and slowly she reconnects with the presence. As she started humming to herself, her body relaxed and all thoughts disappeared from her mind. The melody and rhythm resonating through her body, her heart beating in sync, her breathing slow and deep. Slowly she starts to form the words with her lips, increasing the volume of her voice until she’s got it just right. Slowly her head starts to tilt and as she feels his presence enter the courtyard, she opens her eyes and finds them immediatly fixed in with his. Pulled at her waist, she feels herself accelerate and rush towards him, the clash when her soul meets, his resonating in her core. She raises herself from her sitting position and moves a few steps away from the fire. She turns to him, then takes a deep bow, holding the skirt of her dress in her hands. When she raises, she feels his burning gaze on her and slowly she envelopes herself with the ritual.

Her hands move out to the side as she takes the first steps of her dance. In an intricate pattern of pirouttes, gracious steps, seductive glances and smiles, she moves closer and closer to him, her dance guided by her sweet voice. As she reaches him, she starts to dance around him, teasing, playing, the song changing into a call of desire forged into celtic words. The pace of her dance changes with the rhythm of the song, her dress now whirling around her body as she twirls around him. Her hands brush over his chest and arms, she pushes herself against him, only to slip away before he can move his hands to touch her. The smile on his face is evident of his enjoyment and he becomes more and more active, making it more difficult for her to stay out of his grasp. She starts to dance away towards the fire, only to return again and offer herself seductively. But before he can take her in his arms, his hands sliding over her hips and sides, she moves away graciously, tempting him to follow her.

Step by step they come closer to the fire and as the crackling of the logs adds another layer to her song, she lets herself get caught, stepping in slowly as she lets the song die down. Her hands slide up his chest and around his neck as she gives herself to him. She looks up, to find him looking down and again their eyes meet and interlock. She feels his arms slide around her body, pulling her tighter, coccooning her as he presses her against his chest. Not a word is spoken in their embrace, but thoughts and feeling are exchanged through those interlocked portals to the soul. Through the linnen fabric around his body, she can feel the beat of his heart, fast, pounding, almost matching the speed of her own. His presence is strong, steadfast, a rock that she can cling to in the malstrom of events. She closes her eyes, turns her head and lays her cheek against his chest, listening to his beating heart, feeling his chest move with each breath. Time seems to stand still as she feels him lean in, his nose pushed in her hair, the deep breath he takes, before he kisses her head softly. For a moment she lets herself drift on this intense moment of intimacy and comfort before she feels the tug of her imprinted program.

Slowly she releases her grip around his neck, her hands sliding down his sides, pushing herself away from him. She takes his hand and guides him to one of the logs, then pulls, to sit him down. With his eyes burning in her back, she turns and moves to a table that is set to the side, to return with a tray filled with wine, mede and fruits. She sets it down and takes her place on the log next to his. She smiles as she offers him wine, feeling his warm fingers slide over hers as he takes the clay cup from her hand. His eyes glistening as he watches her every move, sitting still and patient, his anticipation shown through his eager look. They drink, arms intertwining, forming a ring in a ring as they drink. She smiles softly, the gesture happening by accident but the impact resonating in her core. She takes his cup of wine from his hands and lifts the plate with fruits.

She picks a strawberry from the plate and brings it slowly to his mouth. She watches as if she is in a trance, how his teeth sink into the red fruit, then his lips folding around the fruit, touching her fingertips as he takes a second bite. She feels his tongue slide around her fingers before she takes her hand back. Before she can pick up another piece of fruit, his hand moves up to her mouth and the sweet scent of  honeymelon drifts into her nose. She feels the juicy fruit touch her lips and slowly she opens her mouth, the fruit is slipped into her mouth, a trickle of juicy runs down her chin, caught and collected by his fingers. He smiles as he slowly licks the juice of his fingers, before he opens his mouth for the next piece of fruit she offers. She feeds him and he feeds her, back and forth, until the plate is empty. Her mouth is filled with the sweet tastes and scents of the fruits and her lips are aching to kiss him. But not yet. She burries her desire as she lifts herself to her feet. She turns on her heels, once, then looks at him as her hand searches for the strap that keeps her dress around her body.

With a shy smile on her face, she finds the strap and slowly starts to pull, the dress falling off her shoulders, the bodice split, her torso slowly exposed, then a last pull and her dress collects in a pile around her feet. Gracefully she steps out of the pile of fabric and walks back up to him, until she is barely two feet away. In silk panties and laced bra, her skin pinkish with the desire pumping through her veins, she slowly turns in front of him, showing him her body. Her hands reach behind her back and she unhooks her bra, the straps gliding off her shoulders, her hands holding the cups around her full mounds. She turns when she drops the bra to the floor, showing her back, her slender waist, the ripple of muscles in her shoulders as she straightens herself. Her hands slide to her hips, fingers hooking in her panties and slowly she slides them over her hips, the string between her buttocks slowly pulled from the crevase. She leans forward, her buttocks pushed backwards as she pushes her panties over her knees, then straigtens herself as her panties slide the down her calves. She turns, looks over her shoulder and winks, signalling him to follow her as she steps out of the panties and slowly walks towards the stone staircase built into the sea..

Waiting at the first step, she slides her hands down his chest to his middel as he steps into her open, welcoming arms. Her fingers follow the belt around his waist, finding the buckle and slowly unclamping it. The broad leather belt slips from her hands, then she opens the raiment and pushes the shoulders off his body. His briefs are already showing signs of his sexual arousal his member semi-hard and twitching as she takes the fabric between her fingers and slowly pulls it down his hips. His hands are behind his back, his legs slightly spread and she hears a soft whimper as she kneels in front of him and slides the briefs off his ankles, leaving him naked in front of her. She stands back up, smiles a delightful smile and takes his hand in hers, slowly descending down the stairs, a slight shiver as her feet touch the cold water. The further they descend down the stairs, the more the water envelopes them, and after the initial shock of the cold, her body quickly gets used to it. The naturally formed pool at the foot of the lighthouse has been warmed by the sunlight and is warmer as the little waves of seawater that enter the pool.

She gently guides him to the centre of the pool, where the water is just above her shoulders, his chest only partially wet. She moves to him back and forth, his hands on her hips just touching as she pulls herself into him, only to push herself away as soon as she touches his body. Their eyes continously gazing into eachother, a slight smile curling his lips, Still no word has been spoken though their eyes tell the story that is there. She moves to his back, cups her hands and lets water run over his houlders and back, her hands following the muscles in his shoulders to his neck, down along his spine until she touches his buttocks. She pushes herself into him, embraces him from behind, her body pressed tight into his back. She kisses him at the nape of his neck, just a brush of her lips, her first taste of him. Then he releases himself from her tight embrace and turns in her arms. His hands slide to her hips and he lifts her up as he pulls her to him. Automated she opens her legs and slides them around his hips, her arms sliding around his neck as he squeezes her tight against his body.

Beneath the waterline, his erection has grown and she feels the full length of his member pressing against her sex, a whimper drawn as she feels him move between her thighs. She looks up to him, her lips wet, half opened, inviting him for a kiss. He answers her silent call and slowly leans in, his warm breath washing over her face as he brings his mouth closer and closer to hers. As their lips finally touch, her body ignites in a sea of flames, the touch of his full, warm lips making the last walls of her inhibtions crumble and fade away. She melts into him as their lips start to move against eachother, the soft brushing of mouths slowly turning into full contact, then lips half opened and the tips of tongues meeting in limbo. Her arms tighten their grip around his neck, her thighs squeeze as she raises herself up against his body and pushes her mouth hard against his. His lips open and as soon as the tip of her tongue slips inside, she feels the tight clench of his mouth as he sucks her tongue slowly in. As she moves up, her sex drags along the length of his shaft and an endless flow of shivers cascades down her spine. Her core is heating up and the first droplets of her nectar start to coat her lips, washed away by the salty seawater. He notices her desire, the warmth radiating from her core and driven by instinct, his hips slowly start to move, tilting and stretching, moving his member gently over her sex.

She gasps for air as he releases her tongue and allows her to breath, the intimate kiss lasting an eternity, leaving her breathless in the intensity of their connection. Her body starts to move with his, the pressure against her sex increasing, the veins on his shaft rippling over her sensitive entrance, her lips pushed open little by little in the soft sway of their bodies. Her desire inside her body burning fiercely, pumping adrenaline and lust into her veins, her mind almost blanketted with her need for him. But the embedded schedule of the final night prohibits her to answer to the call of her body. She breaks the kiss, the coolness of the water immediatly hitting her as she releases her body from his warm embrace. Unnoticed, the sun has sunk towards the horizon, just a fraction of the golden disc still casting warm orange rays on their faces. She looks warm and loving at her man as she lets him out of her embrace and moves back to the stairs. Each step calculated, she emerges from the sea, the droplets of water cascading down her body are caught by the setting sun, setting her body on fire in oranges and reds. She looks down at the water, at the man that is looking up to her and waiting for a signal to follow. With just a soft smile, she turns and slowly starts to walk towards the entrance to the lighthouse.

***

As if I am dreaming, I see the slender figure of Ella rise from the water as she climbs up the stairs. Her warm, brown eyes casting a loving look, before she starts to stride towards the entrance of what used to be the lighthouse. I feel frozen, captured in the moment as my mind struggles to wrap around the intensity of meeting her. The way she danced around me, teasing, playful, seductive all at once, her sweet voice singing those ancient words, the sound making me almost melancholic, but also immersing me into the moment. The look in her eyes, when our eyes first met, the deep connection between us confirmed as I locked in with hers and forgot everything around me. The gestures of feeding and be fed automated, as I got lost in her her eyes and in her presence. Scenting the sweet smell I sensed in the car, seeing the soft glow of her skin, her soft lips slighty wet, stirs my desire and quickens my breath.

My heart skipped a beat as I watched her undress, the way the dress fell off her body and collected around her ankles, the gracious way with how she stepped to the side and exposed the rest of her body. Effortless, as if all movements were practiced until they were embedded in the graceful, natural flow of her body. Trembling as she pulled me to my feet and started to undress me, embarrassed at first, but soon taken by her aura of selfconfidence, the calculated movements of her body, the soft expression in her face. The cold water effected my erection, thankful for that moment, though short-lived. As soon as she wrapped her legs around me and rubbed her sex over my member, the cold was forgotten and my desire became appareant between her soft thighs.

But now she’s walking away and a sense of loss, emptiness fills me. A crazy feeling, I have spent just an hour in the presence of this woman, Ella, and yet I feel as if my closest one has been torn away. In an attempt to cool my overheating brain, I push myself under and let the cool seawater wash over my head. Slowly I come up again, a line from the document slipping back into my memory, the ritual becoming clearer to me again. This is the moment the young girls would seperate from the young men and disappear in the woods, to be found and wooed by their lovers. A smile curls my lips and I take the time to close my eyes and drift naked in the water. The gentle sway of the waves in this protected pool, moves my body up and down, my breathing synchronising, the inner peace returning to submit to the events.

About 5 minutes after she has disappeared into the entrance of the hollow tree, I climb out of the sea and let most of the water drip down my body before I walk across the stepping stones towards the entrance. Slowly I walk inside, expecting her to be there, waiting for me, maybe on a bed. Instead I am met by 3 girls, two holding towels, one standing next to a small table with a familiar looking suit and a small, stainless steel box. Before I can out my surprise, the two girls start rubbing my body dry with warm towels, paying attention to every inch of my body. I gasp for air as I feel a gentle hand grab my shaft with the towel, the girl using two hands to dry me carefully, my scrotum lifted and my balls held very gently, just to take the moisture off the skin. As the girls move away and the towels disappear, the third girl approaches with the suit in her hands. One of the towel girls assists her as she kneels down and places my right foot on her thigh. She opens the leg of the suit and I lift my leg to push my foot all the way inside. Quick hands pull the suit up my leg, then my other leg slides in. The suit is skin tight, yet takes no effort to put on, even with my slightly moist skin.

The inside is soft, slick and it feels as if it connects to my pores and the verves laying just beneath the skin. As I feel fingers slide over my covered skin, it is as if the sensation is intensified and a shiver runs down my spine, my body reacting strongly. The girls remain serious and dilligent in their task, even when my member twitches and the head hits my stomach, leaving a wet mark of precum behind on my stomach. The suit is folded carefully around my shaft, wrapping it from the head to the base, the concept of full sexual arousal for the measuring now making sense. My arms slip into the suit and a zipper is closed at the back, wrapping my whole body in the slick, soft fabric. The girl that stayed at the table now comes closer, the small stainless steel box in her hand. She opens the lid and two small compartments become visible, a shiny lens placed in both. Without a word she picks one up with a small suctio cup and places her hand on my cheekbone, her fingers opening my eyes slighty. She places the lens on my cornea and immediatly the feeling makes me blink. But as my eyelashes meet, the lens feels gone, the wafer-thin membrane unnoticed by my eye. As soon as I open my eye, my sight is blurred and before I know it, the second lense is placed in my other eye. The sight of my right eye suddenly becomes clear again and in awe I look around.

The whole environment is coated in a sheen of brilliance, every contour, curve and angle crystal clear, the depth and color of the interior is crisp and almost makes me dizzy. As I look around, the girls silently disappear, leaving me alone at the bottom of the lighthouse. As I look up, the opening at the top of the wooden staircase seems extra clear, as if a halo is surrounding it, drawing me closer. Ignoring the fact the girls have left, I start to walk up the stairs, my head filling with the soft sounds of a nightly forest, the smell of rotting leaves, funghi, fresh grass and pine trees fills the whole room and I feel inside a real hollow tree, the trunk making a sequoai look like a matchstick. The closer I get to the exit of the hollow tree, the sounds of crickets and owls heard through the opening, the harder my heart starts to beat in my chest. My thoughts directed at one goal only, finding her in the woods before the night is over and make her my woman.

The feel of the suit has disappeared as I reach the top of the stairs, I am stepping into a forest on a sulty night, naked, looking for my girl. The feel of the air, the stars tingling in the sky, the smell of the woods are real and as I stretch out my hand and touch the leafs of a tree, I feel the edges, the rough surface of the leaves and the grain. I look around, a small path leads deeper into the forest and in the distance I can hear the soft murmer of a muffled giggle. I become aware of her eyes on me. She’s hidden, but close enough to look at me. Slowly I take a few steps onto the narrow path, feeling the sharp needles of pines scratch my skin and as I look down, small, white lines appear where pine needles were dragged over my skin. Again I hear a muffled giggle and I turn my head to the right. From the corner of my eyes I thought I saw a glimpse of a foot disappearing behind the trunk of a tree. I step into the trees and move the branches out of the way.

As I stop, trying to orientate myself, I hear another giggle, this time louder, closer, but coming from my left. I smile, liking the game of hide and seek and I croutch, hiding behind some bushes. I start to move backwards, find the path and take a few quick steps to enter the foliage from another direction. Slowly I start to move closer to the spot where I heard the laughter for the last time, trying to make as little noise as possible. Halting at random intervals, I stay still and hold my breath to listen. The laughter has disappeared and I hear nothing butt the rush of the breeze through the tree tops. Slowly I move forward, seeing an open spot behind some brushes, the first rays of the moon hitting a patch of grass. At the egde of the trees I halt, ducking as far down as I can and I listen. When I turn my head to my left, I hear the softest steps and suddenly she appears from the trees across the open spot, looking around with a girlish smile on her face. She walks onto the grass in slow, graceful steps and moves towards what seems to be a bed made out of leaves. Her naked body is caught in the moonlight and an aura radiates around her, giving her an angelic appearance.

She lays herself down on the bed, then turns her head and looks straight at me, her eyes warm, sparkling, inviting me. Her hand raises and her finger arches, winking me closer. I start to blush, the feeling she has known where I am, hitting me painfully. ‘This is still a game Daniel, you are manipulated from the first second to the last’. I get up and step out of the trees, slowly walking towards her as she lays back down on the soft bed of ferns. With each step our eyes lock in deeper with and I start to drown in layer after layer of her soul as she lets me dive in through her eyes. As in a dream I kneel at her feet, her legs open and I slip between them. Her hands drag along my chest, slide over my sides and up my back as I slowly lay down, resting my torso on my forearms. Her arms slide around my neck and for a moment we just look at eachother. I feel her arms tense, a gentle nudge to pull me in closer and I answer her call. I lean in, towards her half opened mouth, every inch I come closer, her eyes shut more and when my lips fuse with hers, her eyes are closed and she lets her passion flow free.

Her kisses urgent, passionate, lips sliding over eachother in the slow dance of our heads. Her tongue, wet and warm, pushing against the cleft that seperates my lips, her warm breath washed over my face through her half opened mouth. My arms slide underneath her shoulders and I lean in more, letting my chest rest on her bosom, feeling her hard nipples pierce my skin. Her legs open wider as I slide up further, the head of my member dragging over the soft skin of her thighs, the shaft pressed against her sex as I lay my weight on her, blanketting her with warmth. Her legs slide around my waist, her ankles interlocking and her arms pulling me further into her. Her passion and need is met by mine and I open my mouth to let her tongue slide in. As I meet hers with mine, they start a furious, passionate dance, curling around eachother, slipping and sliding from mouth to mouth, dipping and probing, teasing and seducing. Her body starts to move beneath me, her hips grinding against me, caught in her desire, her body moving instinctively.

The longer we kiss, connect, the more my desire is fuelled and soon I start to move my body with hers, pressing myself into her as she tilts her hips, circling between her thighs as she presses her pelvis against mine. The heat emitting from her core, blankets my lower body and sets me on fire. I cling to her shoulders, lost in the moment and the passion she draws from my being, fingers digging into her muscles. My member fully erect, the veins pulsating underneath the skin, dragging along her lips. With each circling grind against her lower body, I feel her lips open up more, the first droplets of her nectar scenting her, lubricating my shaft, intensifying the slide. I moan into her mouth, the first oral outing since I met her, one of pure need, desire, want for her. Her eyes flash open, burning and glistening, her want clear and urgent.

I feel her hips tilt further, her hips pushing upwards, the tip of my member dragging down over her sex until it gets caught between her lips. Her entrance is hot, wet, inviting and without hesitating I push myself into her, hear her whimper and let out a deep moan as I enter her tight channel. Slowly I push myself into her, my toes digging into the leafs of the bed, her back arching, her breasts pressing into my chest as she lets her head fall to the side, her eyes closed tightly. My body touches hers, presses into her, completing our fusion. I lay still, envelopped by her sheath, blanketted with her heat, held in her arms and love. I kiss her neck before I close my eyes and gentle lay my head in the hollow of her neck, wanting this moment never to end.

Transluscent threads of energy start to form around us, swirling, circling, moving in the dark, sultry night, drawing intricate patterns before weaving a webbed bubble around us. As I raise my head and she turns hers to look at me, the threads start to tighten, moving in closer around us until they almost touch our bodies. Capsulated in the bonds of love that are formed, growing thicker and stronger with every second of our fusion, her eyes are the only thing I see. Her deep brown irisses become my universe, the intricate details forming the solar systems, the borders unknown, unreachable. I release all reins, all restrictions and let myself fall into her being, immersing myself in her soul, her body, her mind. And at the moment all tentions flow from my body, I hear her soft voice close to my ear.

“I love you, Daniel”

***

He closes the laptop and the images from the booth fade away. He shuts off the desklight, the only source of light in the room and pushes his chair back. His hand slides to his chin, his fingers caressing his white goatee as a smile forms around his lips. Slowly he gets up from his chair, takes his coat from the peg near the door and walks outside. He walks across the small square in front of the lighthouse, his eyes focussed on the path through the wheatfield to the exit of the island. Without looking back he crosses the causeway and opens the door of a car that is parked across the street. He gets in, leans back and then turns his head to the driver, a large man with a big blonde beard.

“Did everything work out as planned mr Liska?”

“Yes Klaus, it took 7 years, but it looks like we will be planning for a wedding next”

“I am glad we were able to give fait a little hand. To the airport, mr Liska?”

***

Done.