Darkness. It never failed to disappoint in the level of comfort it
provided. Time passed without notice, the body unable to discern the
differences between a minute and an hour. Faint scents floated on the
light breeze that flirted at the open window, something reminiscent
of musk and strawberries.
The bed seemed empty, one side indented with the warmth and scent of
a male body; the other occupied by the sleeping figure of a beautiful
young woman. The lack of light concealed the rich darkness of her locks
spread out on the floral-covered pillow. She slept soundly, arms wrapped
loosely around her slim figure as she settled into a fetal position.
Her breathing was shallow, so quiet, blending easily into the silence
of the early morning. She shifted slightly, her legs stretching fully,
one foot dangling off the edge of the queen-sized bed.
A soft moan escaped from her lips, pursing in expectation of a kiss.
Her eyebrows furrowed deep into her forehead, as if she were deep in
thought. A single word escaped from her lips.
"Brian . . ."
Suddenly, a breeze rushed in, her balcony door opening slowly. The
warm current seemed to caress her skin, slipping beneath her sheer lace
nightgown. Her eyes fluttered open at the immediate puckering of her
nipples. Strangely, the air felt dense, but comfortably so.
Cat-like, she stretched, rising languidly to an upright, seated position.
Something compelled her to rise, to awaken at the caress of the wind.
But what drove the feeling? She rubbed her eyes, then looked down at
her body through the sheer material. As lusciously made as she was,
there never was a level of satisfaction or recognition of it. She reminisced
of a time when her beloved looked at her with desire in his eyes, encouraging
her to love herself and enjoy the nature of her body. Now it was too
difficult to look in the mirror beyond the time it took to brush her
teeth. The torture of every morning, every sunrise, awaited her. Today
seemed different somehow.
She stood, creeping outside onto the balcony, her gown billowing behind
her. Minute by minute, the sky's midnight blue lightened to a threaded
mixture of crimson and navy. The expanse of the rich sky was the perfect
background for the blue-green sea, inviting her to approach.
Possessed by some unknown force, her eyes remained fixated on the horizon,
the rising sun making its first appearance. Winds picked up, her locks
flirting sensually with the wind. Never had she been pulled this close
to the water's edge, perceivably nude. Midway in her stroll toward the
water, her feet stopped moving, dipping her toes into the warm grains
of sand. Heat rushed up her legs, flooding into her loins in a rush.
The fiery sensation compelled her to do something she never thought
she'd do.
She took off her nightgown.
Bare before the elements, her tanned skin, taut yet supple, greeted
the rising sun. It edged slowly in the sky, and she stood unmindful
of whoever could be watching. Her mind was full of the beauty before
her, and the memories they incurred.
Her eyes shut closed, tears coming to her eyes unwittingly. When she
held her hands to her sides, embracing the wind, it grew stronger, a
visible embodiment of the wind circling around her. Around her, whispers
of her name called to her, pulling her closer to the water.
"Brian . . .!" she shouted, her voice cracking in despair. Upon shouting,
her body began to levitate. "What-" she started to question, but her
head nodded back, her tongue returning to silence.
"Nathalie . . ."
Her eyes flew open at the familiar voice, but her face was filled with
confusion. "Brian?" she whispered tentatively. The sky above her was
flooded with overhead clouds, pasting a pastel tinge to the morning
sky.
Nathalie's body lowered slowly to the sand, her hands held out in front
of her at this point, reaching out to something completely intangible.
She lay immobile on the sand, the sudden feeling of warmth tickling
her toes.
"Feel me, Nathalie . . ." his voice crooned. The sun crept higher into
the sky, the yellows and reds growing in brilliance with each passing
moment. Rays touched her feet, heat transforming into finger-like strokes.
With tantalizing slowness, the rays crept up her legs, leaving a trail
of sweet sun kisses on her bare flesh. Her fingers dug into the sand,
hands clenching into fists at the disturbingly sweet sensations enrapturing
her. Nathalie felt utterly alive, and with each fluttery stroke, now
on her thighs, she knew her body and soul were being driven insane.
The only image her mind's eye could portray was that of Brian, his masculine
hands grasping her thighs to place over his shoulders, preparing to
drive her mad. Unconsciously, her legs widened, allowing a shaft of
light to score the surface of the precious juncture. A gasp escaped
her lips, her hips jerking in response to the sudden sensation. Glistening
perspiration began to settle on her soft skin, every pore of her being
open to this sensual assault on her body by the sun.
She mimicked the gyrations of missionary lovemaking while accepting
the continued torture on her senses by the leisurely creeping rays.
It lit a tongue-stroke path of light up the center of Nathalie's torso,
waves of desire flooding through her. Her breasts burgeoned in the extreme,
nipples taut with anticipation.
"Brian . . . please . . ." she begged, head turned to the side in sexual
frustration. Now higher in the sky, the sun shone with magnificence,
refusing to deny pleasure, belaying all thoughts of desertion.
Crossing between the valley of her breasts and grazing their tips,
sun rays displayed its full power, flashing Nathalie with a rush of
light so overpowering, her body immediately felt weak. She grasped at
the sand, her hips lifting off the sand in expectation of the rod of
light that would bring her ultimate pleasure. Her eyes slid open, looking
upon the face of her beloved.
"Brian . . ." she whispered with a smile.
He returned her smile, but the false image of Brian faded as quickly
as it had come. Nathalie's eyes grew wide at the realization, her hazel
eyes about to tear.
"Come home to me, Nathalie . . ." she heard his voice call to her
again. Waves crashed against the surf, the tide a living symbol of the
power of the sun. It called to her again, and as before, she could not
deny it.
Nathalie stood, her mind unsettled by the barrage of emotions that
went through her. She took one step toward the water, an inviting cool
crisp breeze tantalizing her.
"I am coming, Brian . . ." she muttered, now striding assuredly into
the strong surf. She looked directly into the newly born sun, unmindful
of the blinding, searing pain that should have been going through her.
"Wait for me."
She jumped into the water, propelling herself away from land and toward
the warmth she desired so greatly. Once calm, she closed her eyes, giving
herself over to the eternal song of the sun.
The sun had finally risen.