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The following story contains explicit depictions of sexual acts.  
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Silent Watcher (F/?)


Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 2000
All rights reserved.


He moved silently through the dark unfamiliar bedroom with a skill that
came from experience.  His eyes could discern objects quite clearly in a
light so dim that others would be in danger of stumbling.  It was
probably this trait, more than anything else, that had inspired his
current profession.  Silently closing one draw, he moved to another, all
the while listening intently to the sound of breathing coming from the
bed nearby.  A slow deep breathing, calm and tranquil.  If she began to
wake he would notice and he would leave.  He prided himself on the fact
that he'd never been seen.

As he moved to yet another drawer he stole a brief glance at the sleeping
figure.  Even in the dim light her beauty was obvious.  She lay on her
back, covered by a satin sheet that clung to her body.  He indulged
himself for a moment, following the outline her legs, up to her hips, the
smooth trim stomach, narrow waist and small rounded breasts.  Silken hair
flowed around her pillow, shining in the dim light from the window.  Yes,
quite beautiful, he decided.

He moved to the wardrobe and took his time sliding the heavy door
silently aside.  As he patiently proceeded with his task he began to
detect a slight change in her breathing.  She was coming out of the
deepest part of sleep now and would soon be dreaming.  He still had
plenty of time.

He started on the drawers in the wardrobe, more alert now, but still calm
as always.  First one drawer, then the next, never hurrying, leaving
barely a trace of disturbance in his wake.  It could be weeks before she
realised he'd been there.

Her breathing patterns told him that she was definitely dreaming now, but
something was not quite right.  A small niggling at the back of his mind
told him he was missing something important.  He held perfectly still and
listened.  Her dream seemed to be troubling her, disturbing her peaceful
sleep.  He decided to wind things up.  There was nothing he could put his
finger on, but his instincts rarely failed him and he preferred the path
of caution.

With agonising slowness he slid the wardrobe door back into place whilst
carefully watching her.  Despite her troubling dreams, she was still deep
in sleep.  He began to relax slightly and observe her reactions in the
dim light.  Her lips had parted slightly and her chest rose and fell
unevenly with her breathing.  Outlined by the thin sheet, he could see
that her nipples were enticingly erect and he began to wonder if he had
misunderstood the nature of her dream.  He felt an intense urge to stay
and observe, at least until her dream changed, but that that was folly.
He pushed the thought from his mind.

With the wardrobe door closed finally, he turned to leave when an
indefinable sound froze him in his tracks.  It was a faint sound, barely
detectable, of something sliding against the satin sheets.  But he was
unable to discern its source.  The girl was still definitely fast asleep
and she was not moving, he was sure of that.  So what was it? Where was
it coming from? The sound of  his own blood rushing in his ears made it
difficult to hear and with an effort he forced himself to calm down.
Until he could work it out he dared not move, so he stood and watched,
desperately searching for an answer.

It took nearly ten seconds, perhaps the longest ten seconds of his life,
before he thought he had an answer.  Only, that which he saw did not make
sense and he felt none of the relief he had expected.  His eyes must
surely be playing tricks on him, he thought, because he could see a place
on her leg, just below the knee, where the sheet was being pressed
against her.  The impression was moving subtly, as if an invisible hand
was stroking her in small circles through the sheet.  Yet there was
nothing and no one there.  Though feeling uneasy, his curiosity kept him
from leaving.  He forced himself to keep watching, hoping that the scene
would rearrange itself into something that made sense.

Slowly the strange effect moved upwards until it was above her knee.  He
could now clearly discern the small faint indentations that moved in slow
patient circles as they travelled higher.  He watched her reactions, a
slight rolling of the head, her lips parting further, her breathing
becoming deeper.  She was definitely feeling this invisible caress, yet
she was still very much asleep.  The touch seemed to be blending in with
her dreams, perhaps shaping them and allowing her mind to accept them
without question.  Years of observing sleeping patterns told him that she
was not one to wake easily.

He had no idea what he was seeing but he found himself still unable to
move, let alone leave.  He stared in disbelief as the invisible hand made
a path along the outside of her leg.  He was amazed at how easy it was to
track its progress as it travelled upwards to her hip.  There it
flattened itself out before moving on to her waist.  Her back arched
slightly as the sheet was pressed around her slim waist on both sides,
pressing in under the hollow of her back.  Clearly there were two hands
now, or maybe there had been all along.  When she exhaled it was like a
soft gentle sigh.  She was quite definitely beginning to respond to the
roaming hands.

He watched mesmerised as they continued to tantalise her.  They drifted
around for ages, moving up and down her body, avoiding her special
places, content for the moment to arouse her slowly.

His blood was pounding deafeningly in his ears as the hands finally moved
up towards her breasts, where they began to gently cup and squeeze with
amazing gentleness.  The young woman drew a deep ragged breath, a soft
beautiful sound that stirred his emotions.  It was followed shortly by
faint sounds of pleasure as her erect nipples were manipulated through
the cool satin sheet.  And still she remained asleep.  Was this normal
for her, or was something preventing her from awakening fully?

Steve watched her arousal grow quickly as the hands made love to her
breasts.  His mouth felt dry and furry and he found it difficult to
swallow as he stood motionless, transfixed by the scene.

After a time, to his further amazement, the invisible hands withdrew and
the sheet began rise up above her body.  It formed a low elongated dome
over her, as if the sheet were filling with air.  With the sheet raised
in such a manner, he could see her naked breasts, rising and falling
heavily with her deep breathing.  The billowing sheets fell again but not
all the way.  To his complete astonishment, they settled onto something
that hovered above her.  His skin prickled and he felt the metallic taste
of fear in his mouth.  Outlined in the sheets, directly above her, he
could clearly see the broad muscular back, hips and thighs of whatever it
was that was with her.  Yet, where the sheet ended, there was nothing to
be seen.

Under the sheet, the unseen knees gently nudged her legs apart and
slowly, steadily, the shape lowered itself onto her.  He saw her breasts
flatten out under an invisible weight and a moment later heard her gasp
loudly and cry out.  She arched her head back and called out softly as
the invisible intruder forced its way inside her.  And still she did not
awaken.

He could clearly see the outline of the invisible hips beneath the sheets
as they began to pump rhythmically between her legs, over and over,
firmly and deeply but without excessive force.  The girl moaned softly,
beautifully.

It wasn't long before she began to pant and gasp, her breath shuddering
in her throat as a climax came upon her.  Her soft cries fill the room as
she arched and twisted beneath the invisible bulk that pinned her to the
mattress.  Relentlessly it continued to drive into her, sending her from
one peak of pleasure to the next.

Unable to move, no longer concerned for his own well being, he watched
the scene to its eventual conclusion.  Gradually, the apparition eased
her down, slowly and wonderfully, till its thrusts seemed no more than a
soothing caress inside her and her whimpers became contented sighs.

Finally he regained his composure and quickly backed towards the bedroom
door, thinking solely of the open kitchen window that was his point of
escape.  The last thing he saw before he turned and left was the satin
sheet, its support suddenly removed, billowing down over her glistening
sleeping body like a parachute softly landing.



Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 2000
All rights reserved.



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