A chance meeting in the wee hours brings two neighbors together in erotic ways that light up the night.

I don’t know what made me decide to go for a walk in the middle of the night. How could I have known that this night, of all nights, held the promise of something special?

The taxi dropped me off in front of my condo, but instead of heading up to my front door and going to bed, I stood there at the curb for a while, watching the cab’s taillights disappear into the night. Then everything was silent, as you’d expect a small town in northern California to be at nearly two in the morning.

The darkness was not quite as complete. Streetlights marked the deserted two-lane road in both directions, and the moon, almost full, was remarkably bright. I felt a strange sense of excitement as I started walking.

It had been an eventful day at work. I had been informed that I was getting a promotion, along with a transfer. To help me celebrate, my office pals had taken me to the city for drinks. I’d imbibed my share, which is why I’d taken the taxi home.

The night was warm following a hot June day. I walked along the road until I came to the path that led to the small municipal park. Turning onto the road, I continued my stroll in the moonlight.

During the day, the park was straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting: playground, lots of grass, picturesque gazebo. At night, though, deserted and quiet, the scene took on an entirely different feel. All the bright colors were gone, replaced by a dozen lunar shades of silver and gray. I left the path, crossed the grass and climbed the three steps into the gazebo. From there, I surveyed my surroundings. I had the whole park to myself.

Or so I thought.

“Ahem.”

I whirled around, surprised to find that I wasn’t alone. A young woman stood on the gazebo steps, looking almost as startled by my presence as I was by hers. After a beat, she smiled. It was a friendly smile, conspiratorial even, as if she was already welcoming me as her secret partner in this private nighttime sojourn.

“Hi,” I said, grinning in return. “What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing.” She stepped closer. “Hey, I know you. We live in the same building. You’re the guy in eighteen, right? Down at the end?”

I nodded, recognizing her at the same moment. I’d always thought she was cute, and standing close to her now, I saw how attractive she was. Her dark hair fell just past her shoulders and contrasted nicely with her ivory skin. She wore black workout shorts with little notches cut at the sides. They were extremely short, showing off a great deal of her creamy-white legs. Her V-neck shirt revealed a lot of cleavage, too. She was deliciously well endowed for a slender girl.

I said, “You’re four doors down from me.”

“Yes. My name’s Eleanor.”

“I’m Dustin.”

“Glad to finally meet you.” She brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “So … what are you doing out here?”

“I asked you first.”

Eleanor laughed. “I couldn’t sleep.” Shoulder to shoulder we leaned against the gazebo balustrade, gazing out at the park and the millions of stars in the sky. “I’ve gone night-walking before,” she added. “I like the solitude and the quiet. There’s something peaceful about it, but exciting, too, you know? All over town, everything looks so different. The night makes the world mysterious and romantic, and I feel like a kid getting away with something.”

“Exactly!” I told her about the promotion and the transfer, and how I’d had a few drinks with friends after work. “I overdid it a bit, but I’m fine now. All this fresh night air has cleared my head.”

She cast me a sideways glance. “So, when are you leaving?”

“Week after next.”

Her expression turned coquettish. “I wish you’d asked me out some time. How come you never did?”

I thought back over all the people I’d seen come and go at her place, including one young woman who often spent the night. “I guess I thought you were gay,” I admitted.

She laughed. “I do have a girlfriend. But it’s not serious. We both see other people, girls and boys.”

I turned that over in my mind. “You’re bi?”

Eleanor laughed again. “I guess your head really is clearing.”

I could feel her looking at me, and when I turned to face her, she planted a kiss right on my lips. It was surprising and electric, her desire coming through like a high-voltage current. My cock woke up fast.

Eleanor kicked off her sandals and hitched herself up onto the wide balustrade. Turning sideways, she sat back against a beam. I watched, captivated, as she brought one foot up onto the bannister, her knee bent high. She let her other leg dangle, her toes not quite touching the gazebo floor.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asked, looking coy.

“Sure.”

“One time, on one of my night walks, I took everything off. As a dare to myself, you know? Just for the thrill.”

I swallowed. “You were wandering around out here … naked?”

She giggled. “I ended up right here in this gazebo, in fact.” Recalling the experience with a smile, she went on: “Remember, we had that record-breaking heat wave about a month ago? I went out that night because it was so hot and I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t plan on stripping. The idea came to me after I got out here. Once the thought took hold, I simply had to.”

I whistled softly. “And how did you feel?”

“Unbelievable.” Her face glowed with excitement. “I made the stroll back home take almost an hour, just because. I didn’t see a soul.”

“A pity you didn’t try it tonight,” I ventured.

She looked into my eyes. “I am definitely hoping to try something tonight,” she said, her tone blatantly flirty. “But how do I top my nude walk?”

“I think we both have an idea about that.” I moved in to kiss her, and she responded in full. I felt the need coursing through her, thrumming in her touch and quickening her breath. Seated on the bannister at about waist height, she reached out and brushed her fingertips over the front of my pants. She found the bulging outline of my cock at once, which brought a happy, yet naughty smile to her face.

I took hold of her shorts and started to pull them off. Eleanor helped by raising her bottom. I tugged the shorts down her supple thighs, past her knees and finally off her feet. Having no underpants on, Eleanor was suddenly nude from the waist down. Her bald pubic mound and plump pussy lips lay bare to my staring eyes.

With a quiet sound of urgency, she reached for me. I bent to the “V” between her open legs and pressed my mouth to her pussy. She shuddered and a throaty moan escaped her lips. Reaching down with one hand, she held herself open with two fingers. I slid my tongue deeply into her sleek recesses and slaked my thirst. The softness of her cunt lips against my mouth was as intoxicating as the taste of her juices. I cupped my hands beneath the fleshy globes of her ass and slurped away as Eleanor cooed softly with delight. Eager for maximum sensation, she pulled her knees up and back, exposing with utter completeness the whole of her nether region from clit to asshole. I devoted my tongue to both targets, and all points between. Eleanor trembled with pleasure and tousled my hair with her free hand as I brought her closer and closer to release. When I sucked her clit between my lips and pressed my thumb to her anus, she shifted to another gear. A few minutes more of that approach sent Eleanor on a rocket ride to the moon. Waves of orgasmic sensation wracked her svelte body. I held her haunches and kept her from squirming off the bannister as she bucked her cunt against my mouth, crying out into the night.

“God, Dustin, that was good,” Eleanor declared when her trembles subsided. She hopped down to her feet, looking incredibly sexy with only the upper half of her body clothed. She looked even hotter a second later when, with a teasing grin in my direction, she removed her shirt. Now she was beautifully, unequivocally nude from head to toe. The way the pale light of the moon caressed her full, ripe breasts made my mouth water. She came into my arms and made a sound not unlike the purr of a cat as I ran my hands over her smooth, milky skin. I, however, was still dressed, a situation that Eleanor worked quickly to rectify. With eager hands she unzipped my pants and yanked them down. My erection practically leaped into her grasp. Licking her lips, she stroked my throbbing cock while I caressed her fine breasts. Our passions were running high, and I had to force myself to stop long enough to take my pants and underwear all the way off. My shirt went next, and then I was as bare as Eleanor. She dropped to a squat and took my rod into her mouth.

“Oh boy,” I murmured as she slid her tongue up and down the length of my hard-on. “That feels incredible, Eleanor.”

“I do love a nice cock now and then,” she responded. Looking up at me, she wrapped her lips around my penis again and began to bob forward and back while making soft cooing sounds. At the same time, she cupped my balls in one hand and reached around to squeeze my ass with the other. As I stared down at the sight of my dick disappearing and re-emerging from her pretty lips, I grew short of breath. Eleanor’s technique was exquisite. She was getting as worked up as I was, if the rising volume of her moans was any indication.

She stood up and said in a breathless whisper, “I need you to fuck me. I’m so wet for your cock. I can’t wait another second.” She wrapped one leg around my waist and rubbed her body urgently against mine. I cupped her ass and ran my hand along the underside of her raised thigh, awed once more by the sensual smoothness of her skin. My ardor rising swiftly, I turned Eleanor around and had her stand against the balustrade. She bent slightly forward, hands on the bannister, and spread her feet apart like she was about to be frisked. Then she pushed her ass out and looked at me over her shoulder, silently imploring me with lust-filled eyes to fuck her.

I stood behind Eleanor and stroked her lovely derriere for a moment before yielding to my own craving. Her pussy lips peeked out at me in a shaft of moonlight, a drop of honey visible in the cleft. My cock lined up perfectly with that eager orifice and slipped right in. Eleanor had accurately described the physical state of her arousal; she was sopping wet. I gripped her hips and started to saw back and forth, pumping my prick into the velvety grip of her thickened pussy.

“You think anyone’s ever fucked in this gazebo before?” Eleanor managed to ask, her voice raspy and choked with passion.

“In this sleepy town? I doubt it,” I replied without breaking stride. My hips and her backside smacked together again and again. “I’d say we’re the first.”

She lowered her head, clearly concentrating on the sublime feelings emanating from her sex. Her hair, cascading down, swished about as she bucked backward to meet my thrusts. I reached forward and filled my hands with her fulsome breasts. When my fingers closed over her nipples, massaging them, Eleanor gasped with increased pleasure. She held the bannister tightly and thrust her behind at me more aggressively than ever, which prompted me to redouble my attack. I pumped my shaft hard and fast into Eleanor’s clutching hole until she could not stifle her cries any longer. She got loud then, screaming, “I’m coming!” into the night as her supple frame shuddered with the force of her climax. I jackhammered against her rump for a minute or two longer, then shot my load explosively into the creamy depths of her pussy. I was none too quiet myself, moaning and grunting with every spurt of my cock.

After that, it was time to go. We’d been noisy; there was no point pushing our luck. Laughing, we got dressed and walked back to our condos as the stars began to fade. I saw Eleanor to her door, kissed her good-night, and went to bed in my own place, sated after what was, I assumed, a one-time hookup.

When I got home from work about a week later, however, there was a note taped to my door. It read: “Meet me at the old railroad bridge at midnight tonight. Eleanor.”

Wild horses wouldn’t keep me away!

I locked up my place at eleven-thirty and headed out on foot. The moon was up again, and though it was waning now, it was still bright enough in the cloudless sky to guide me to my destination.

The bridge was on the edge of town. The trains didn’t run on that track anymore, but the bridge was still in good shape. It was not very high nor especially long, just a little trestle bridge over a perennial creek, but it was quite a romantic setting under the summer moon — especially with Eleanor sitting on a picnic blanket that she’d spread between the rails at the midpoint of the span. The bridge was lit (albeit poorly) by three lampposts that, for whatever reason, still operated. Eleanor occupied the dim circle of light beneath the second of the three. She wore a short, strappy sundress, her shapely legs folded beneath her. She had a carton of ice cream and two spoons in her lap.

“Good evening, stranger,” she said as I walked up, and it occurred to me that despite our intimate liaison in the gazebo, we were strangers. I didn’t know her favorite food, what kind of music she liked, where she grew up, or any other details of her life. Not even her last name. But I did know that when it came to sex, Eleanor was a firecracker.

“Fancy meeting you here.” I sat down opposite her and crossed my legs. She leaned forward for a kiss, which I was happy to provide. “What are you scheming tonight?”

“The sharing of ice cream between new friends,” she said, holding the carton out to me. “After that, anything goes.”

I took the ice cream and squinted at the label. “Gourmet stuff. How do you stay in such good shape eating this?”

“I take a lot of midnight walks.”

Together we polished off the pint of ice cream while enjoying the tantalizing sense of anticipation. There was really only one thing on our minds. At last Eleanor dropped the two spoons into the empty carton and put it aside. Fixing her large, sultry eyes on mine, she came to me on all fours and crawled across my lap. The inviting swell of her ass, hidden beneath the thin fabric of her dress, called to me like a siren. I pinched the fabric between my finger and thumb and slowly pulled it back, exposing the twin globes of Eleanor’s bottom to the night.

“Mmm, nice,” I said. “You’ve gone commando again.”

She made that sexy purring sound that I remembered from the last time, a reverberation deep in her throat. I palmed her warm asscheeks, so plump yet resilient in my grasp, and felt Eleanor’s trembling need. My hands slid down to her thighs and back up again, slowly, making Eleanor’s quivers grow more pronounced. She lifted her hips and pushed her luscious ass into my touch. Her arousal was ramping up fast.

Eleanor turned onto her back, her frame still spread across my lap. Giggling, she curved her hand around her sex, playfully hiding it from me. That didn’t last long, though. She was eager — desperate, even — to feed her passion. Withdrawing her hand, she presented her smooth vulva to me. The wan glow of the moon, mixed with the equally pale light from the lamppost, bathed Eleanor’s private zone with a captivating radiance. I touched her there, lightly stroking her buttery pussy lips before rubbing the edge of my hand in the groove. “Oh, Dustin,” she murmured as I gently massaged her clit. My hand came away wet and shiny with her juices.

She grabbed for my pants, desperate to get at my cock. I helped her take my pants off, then watched with sudden alarm as she tossed them aside, because they nearly sailed right off the bridge and down to the creek below. Eleanor laughed at my reaction and made a show of throwing my underwear, too, but instead she dropped them harmlessly nearby. Then she fell to gobbling my cock, which was long and hard and aching for attention. I sat back on my hands and reveled in the moment. A beautiful girl was giving me head like she’d never get another chance — which, in fact, was quite possibly true, because I was moving away in a week. Right now, though, that seemed far away. All that mattered was the fresh night air and the starry sky and Eleanor, who was blowing my rod with a feverish enthusiasm.

“I love your cock,” she said, using her hand on me so she could get the words out. They came in a breathless rush: “The head is so nice and fat, and the whole thing’s throbbing. I like how it feels against my tongue.” She went back to her voracious slurping and sucking. Her dress had fallen back over her rear end, but I reached out and pulled it up so that the fabric was gathered across her back. Now her tush was showing, heart-shaped and ripe, as she worked to siphon the cream from my balls.

“Jesus, I can’t — I’m going to — ” I never finished the sentence. My cock erupted in Eleanor’s mouth, shooting into her throat. She mewled happily and swallowed, then swallowed again, a randy smile on her face.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the night in the gazebo,” she said at last, when my prick stopped spurting. She licked her lips clean, then sat back on the blanket and dipped her finger inside her sex. I watched, still catching my breath. She withdrew her finger, showed me the wetness of her arousal, and touched her slick digit to my lips. “I need to feel you inside me,” she declared, her tone bold and saucy. “Get your shirt off and fuck me.”

I whipped off my shirt while Eleanor lay back between the rails, the blanket protecting her from the rough-hewn surface of the cross planks. She held her arms out to me and I got on top of her. The warm, feminine smoothness of her naked embrace kept my prick at rigid attention. Eleanor took hold of my erection and guided me into her cunt. It felt like the first time, only better. My hips began to rise and fall between her widespread thighs, and soon I was giving Eleanor the aggressive pounding she craved. She pressed her breasts together, wrapped her legs around my pistoning hips, and urged me on with nasty whispers in my ear. Before long, I felt her shudder with release, a quick but powerful tremor that flowed through her whole body. She arched against me and cried out with pleasure.

A moment later, at Eleanor’s urging, I rolled us both over. The sight of her lithe frame when she straightened up and began riding my cock was truly something to behold. I stared up at her lovely, passionate face and saw that her eyes were closed; she was totally focused on the internal sensations that my dick was triggering within her pussy. Her boobs bounced as she rose and fell atop me, until I reached up and covered them with my hands. She liked it when I squeezed those fleshy mounds lightly and tweaked her sensitive nipples, which made her ride my pole more briskly still.

Eleanor opened her eyes, looked at me with an expression of pure lust, and bent low to plant a sloppy kiss on my lips. Then she sat up again and rotated herself around so that she was sitting astride my groin in reverse, facing my feet. My penis was never dislodged from her cunt, so swift and graceful was Eleanor’s maneuver. Now, though, she had her feet under her haunches like she was doing a squat. With one last naughty look back at me, she began to bounce up and down, taking control and moving fast. The effort made the muscles stand out in her thighs, but she didn’t tire one bit; she just kept increasing her pace, riding me with all the passion she possessed. I stroked her back and hips and let my hands come to rest on her slender waist, holding her as she jounced about on my rod. Her sounds of delight grew louder and louder until she shouted, “Yes, Dustin! Come with me!” She ground her clit against my root with each descent, her body twisting and swaying, until she uttered a primal scream and climaxed wildly.

I came right along with her, just as she wished. I felt the tremor deep in my balls, then the explosive eruption of my cock within her sopping pussy. She rode out my spasms until the end, her hands on my knees and her ass pistoning up and down against my groin, while her vagina milked my cock dry.

We cuddled together between the rails until a faint streak of light in the eastern sky stirred us to get dressed. We walked home, and I kissed Eleanor goodnight at her door, just as before. This time, though, it was a kiss of farewell, too. I moved away at the end of the week, but I know that whenever Eleanor night-walks in the future, she’ll think of me.