It is a night with the wind

It is night, moon is full tonight.
As the man in the moon is waiting for his bride to come to visit him, a lady is standing by a open window waiting for her lover to remember her.

Yes to remember, as her lover is just a lover. She might possess his body but not his heart. His heart is with himself and himself only.

She standing there with a lonely heart, with only wind as her comforter. Breeze of wind seeping through her satin night dress, slowly caressing her neck, tickling her a bit. She smiles, a sweet smile indeed. Her hair is a mess as if someone combing her hair to the back of her head. She smiles again, a comforted smile indeed.

Rain is coming soon. She can feel it in the air. the air is shivering cold. Her satin night dress is too thin to keep her warm, too transparent to keep her modest. As the cold wind caressing her body, her body responded to the caress. Her transparent satin nightdress touches her breast so intimately. Erection of her nipples against the nightdress caused her body to react.

Slowly she open up her leg, exposing her private to the cool air. Rushes of wind passing through her inner tight, penetrating into her pores and intimate pore. The gush of wind is getting stronger and stronger as her body become more responsive to the wind.

It is no longer dry, with dizzling of rain.

It is a night with the wind....