Candy Castle
Date Friday, March 29, 2024 - 05:58 AM PST
Topic Smut


It had been a long time since the barn had been used as a barn, so long that it no longer breathed even a ghost of a breath of hay or livestock. The beams were beautifully varnished, and the walls were clean and white. Someone had installed an enormous, many-paned window in one wall. It stretched from the floor to the vaulted ceiling, and light from the summer moon flooded in and laid a shimmering grid on the worn wooden floor. Every door and window that could be opened was opened, and hints of grass-scented breeze stirred the slightly stuffy air in the open room.

She walked to the big window, and let the moonlight drape itself over her, silvering her skin and turning her dark hair into a shadow that stirred in the eddies and currents of the evening air. She put a CD in the sound system - a Billy Idol Greatest Hits album, and his voice swaggered and snarled softly and somehow entwined itself with the night until it became the soundtrack to a scene that she somehow instinctively knew the script for. She felt outside of herself... like something more. A little bit of moonlight, a little bit of shadow, a little bit of Billy's sultry voice. She closed her eyes and swayed with the rhythms until they got into her soul.

The rhythm deepened in her, and she stepped with it, bare feet skimming lightly on the floorboards. Feeling perfectly alone, she let herself go, feeling no fear of embarrassment. The wind sang to her with Billy's voice, and the moon dropped synthesizer and electric guitar riffs like jewels pouring from a silken strand and scattering over the floor, where you could almost see them sparkling around her swiftly dancing feet. Her white arms and legs caught the light and flashed as she swayed and spun. She felt the night watching her like a hidden crowd with many eyes. She put on her best show for the audience, and knew that she was a tantalizing sight.

She caught a supporting pillar with one small hand and spun herself around it with her eyes closed. Her moon-tinted skirt flashed around her white calves, and her shirt clung tightly to her heaving chest. A bead of sweat slid down the side of her neck, and the silver light caught it and made it flash like a diamond. She hesitated, and her eyes opened suddenly, her lips parted, and she looked around her to be sure no human eyes were watching. A wicked gleam sparked in her gaze, and she smiled to herself.

The track changed, and the music softened. Billy Idol crooned "Oh, I'd do anything for my sweet sixteen." The girl swung away from the pillar, rocking to the lilt of the music, and slid her skirt off her hips. It skimmed down her silvered legs, and she tossed it from her with one smooth flick of a foot. She spun around the beam, and laid her back against it, grasping it with one hand, and slowly slid her shoulders down it as she bent her legs deeply and pushed herself back up. She ran the back of her hand against the smooth wood, caressing it with a little smile, then clasped it in both hands and pulled the front of her body against it, rubbing, dipping, making love to it, to the moonlight, to the night. She hooked a leg around it, and leaned back, her back arched, and her hair falling like water away from her neck. Releasing the pillar with her hands, she took the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head with one smooth motion. The moonlight set her snow-white body aglow, until it seemed that the moon reflected her light instead of the other way around.

She continued to dance. Her moves were amateur and unpracticed, as she presented herself to the eager night, and yet every movement was flawless. She removed her bra, and dangled it from her fingertips for a while as she kept dancing with the wooden support, lit as in a spotlight. "Oh, I'd do anything for my runaway child..." Billy sang longingly, and the girl danced shamelessly, her body dampening and glistening with sweat. "For my runaway girl... for my runaway girl... for my sweet sixteen..." The track faded away, and the tempo changed as a new song started.

She paused, and stretched her body, wiping perspiration from her forehead and tossing her damp hair. She walked over to an open french door to catch a breeze and cool her heated body. There he stood, unseen in the shadow. She paused to look at him for a second, then stepped steadily into his arms, his hands running down her sweat-drenched back.

No one saw them, no one except the same audience she danced for. She was still aware of her audience and her spotlight, as she raised her silvery-red lips to his. Let the night watch, let the moon light her, let the grass-scented breeze run itself over her...

And let Billy sing...

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