Dirty

"If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be."    Marquis de Sade, The 120 Days of Sodom

She read that.

Told me,
She agreed.

Looked me,
In the eye,
And told me,
She wanted,
"Much pleasure";
Could,
I provide that?

I answered that,
It depended on,
What you call,
Dirty.
I, myself,
Have never called,
Anything,
Done in the pursuit of,
Mutual pleasure,
Dirty.

But that,
I was,
Very willing,
To have a go,
At the,
“Much pleasure”,
She wanted.

She could call,
What we did,
Whatever,
She wanted.

And with that,
As the starting point,
I headed us for the,
Wide open,
Sort of,
Public world,
Out the back door.

Doing in public,
What we were about to do,
Some would call,
Well,
Dirty;
At least in the eyes,
Of those who,
Watched.

In the dusk,
In the fresh warm night air,
With a gentle breeze blowing,
I began to undress her,
In exchange,
For her undressing me.

Were the neighbors,
Watching,
Our shadowy,
Figures,
Playing,
Together,
With each other?

And if they were,
Watching,
Would they call it a,
"Dirty",
Dance of lust?

Piece by piece,
My shoes then hers,
Her hose then my socks,
My shirt followed her blouse,
Her bra came off, next my t-shirt,
My jeans, and in turn, her slacks,
I slid her bikini down,
As she did the same to my briefs,
Until,
We had bared each other,
And stood,
Bare before each other,
And
Bare together,
Before the world —
Even though it was nearly dark,
And we,
Didn’t know,
If anyone was,
Actually,
Watching.

She commented on,
My arising,
Erectness.

I mentioned,
Her two,
Rising,
Indicators of,
Beginning,
Arousal.

In the twilight,
Any watchers,
Could have,
Easily seen,
Those pointed,
And pointing,
Silhouettes.

I sucked,
Licked a finger,
Used it to,
Part her hair,
And,
Stroke,
From bottom to top,
Where I intended,
My dick to go.

She sighed,
And,
Giggled,
Just a bit.

Certainly,
Someone,
Could have heard,
And wondered,
What was up,
In our backyard,
On the lawn,
In the evening’s,
Dimming afterglow.

She grabbed my ears,
Pulled my head,
My mouth,
To her’s,
And nibbled my lips,
Parting them with her tongue.

When her tongue,
Entered my mouth,
I gently,
Bit it,
While stroking,
My finger,
Up and down,
In and out,
Between her,
Moistening lips.

Was there still,
Enough light,
For a watcher,
To see,
The motions,
Of my hand,
(If not my finger)
Stroking her,
There,
Where,
Her legs,
Parted from,
Her hips?

Her hand,
In the waning daylight,
In the rising moonlight,
Grabbed,
Squeezed,
Stroked,
My cock,
Thickening,
Stiffening it,
Expectantly.

At that moment,
We would not have,
Been aware of someone,
Sitting,
In plain view,
On the porch;
So intent were we,
On what we were,
Doing to each other,
And,
Having done to us,
Each by the other.

In the fading light,
Of the dying day,
Our body’s lit,
By the rising,
Silver of the moon,
Someone could have seen,
My hand as I moved,
My,
By then thoroughly moisten,
Finger,
From within,
Her dripping wetness,
Around,
Back of her hips,
To position it,
For insertion,
There.

And,
If I had not been so,
Completely absorbed,
By,
What I had in mind,
For my finger;
I might have seen a faint glow,
Of a cellphone highlighted face,
Sitting on the,
Back porch next door;
If such a glow illuminated face,
Was actually there.

She might have noticed,
That same glow;
If it was actually there;
Except for,
What she clearly had in mind,
For my cock which her hand had,
Positioned perfectly,
To replace my now,
Repositioned finger.

Would a watcher,
Have seen the,
Slight,
Tensing,
Of our bodies,
In anticipation,
Of what was to cum?

When I no longer felt,
Her hand,
Gripping,
Stroking,
My cock,
I realized,
Her hand,
(Its finger),
Was now mirroring,
My own finger,
Positioned,
For insertion,
Back there.

Her other hand
Matched my other hand was,
Grabbing,
Then,
Caressing,
Massaging,
Squeezing,
Kneading,
Working,
Enjoying the feel of,
A handful of,
Butt cheek.

There we stood,
Stripped naked,
Hands gripping asses,
Fingers poised,
Mouths locked,
In the light,
Of the now fully risen,
Full moon.

Poised,
Posed,
Positioned.

A dazzlingly,
"Dirty",
Shimmering,
Momentary tableau,
In the moon glow.

Someone watching,
Could have clearly seen,
In the moonlight glimmer,
As we pulled,
With hands gripping butt cheeks;
Encouraging,
By inserting well positioned fingers;
The two of us,
Into full body contact,
Mouth locked to mouth,
Breast pressed to chest,
Pelvis forced against pelvis,
Legs wrapped around legs,
Our bodies striving,
To become,
One,
Wriggling,
Twisting,
Squirming,
Twitching,
Sensuously moving,
Body;
As I sought to,
Repeatedly work my cock,
Ever more deeply,
Into her willing cunt;
As she sought to,
Swallow with her cunt,
Ever more completely,
My willing cock.

Our bodies,
Glistening,
Gleaming,
With sweat,
Writhing against each other,
Were highlighted,
In a silvery sheen,
A blush,
A flush,
Shown in the,
Moonlight’s ethereal glow;
Would have been,
Wondrously,
Remarkably,
Even —superbly,
“Dirty”
Erotic sight to,
An unseen,
Watcher.

We would have been,
To a watcher a,
Vision accompanied by,
Sound;
Moaning,
Gasping,
Sighing,
Maybe, crying,
Even, whining,
Certainly, growling,
Finally, grunting,
With fulfillment,
As,
Her clenching contractions,
My spurting ejaculations,
Signaled,
Our mutual,
Climatic,
Orgasmic,
Sexual,
Release.

At that moment,
We might have heard,
A sigh,
Of a different sort,
Across the way;
Had we not been,
Still entwined,
About each other,
Intent on,
Prolonging that,
Magically,
Magnificently,
Sensationally,
And,
Incomparably,
“Dirty”,
Moment,
Just completed.