We... dealt with ourselves...

I cannot recall which of us moved first, but I do recall the lustful stares and heavy swallows exchanged between us, as our hands resumed what they were doing, not totally unbidden.

But it was Ms. Allison who first broke our silence and lingering glances, as her head rolled back and another powerful groan crawled out of her throat. Her collar slipped free from her teeth, and her hand quickly shifted to under her Shirt. I watched her midsection bulge and squirm, before she hissed sharply when it found it's mark. "Oh God..." she moaned, as her arm turned, pulling her Shirt up even more. I saw something fall free from her fabric, but a cloud must have rolled over the moon outside, drowning us in almost total darkness, and robbing me of sight.

My hearing however, compensated for it, and almost too greatly so. Clear as day, I heard her every movement. The rustling and collapsing of her Shirt dropping onto her Floor, the sliding of her half-naked body against the furs, the little gasps and whispers of pleasure, and the wet squelching noises of her manipulating her nethers. Similarly, the scent of a woman in sexual gratification assaulted my nostrils, tickling the very base of my brain, as if signalling me, screaming at me, "Here I am! Come to me! Mate with me! Make me yours!"

Spurred on from the sensory stimulation and primal instincts, my grip on one of the sticks that served as my Bed's platform tightened, as the grip around my shaft became looser. A small river of male pre-liquid dribbled freely from my opening, and each stroke coated me in more slippery substance, bringing me even more perverse pleasure. Low growls and rumbling exhales emanated freely from me, a male's response to a female's call, "I'm here too! See how you've made me! I have what you want!"

The air in this small Hut choked us with the sounds and smells of Sex, even though neither of us had even touched the other. Ms. Allison's coos were answered by my own snarls, which were then complimented by murmurs and whispers from us both. We had succumbed to our Bodies, leeching off each other's self-pleasure to enhance our own. Somehow, though completely blind, we had managed to come into synchronicity with each other, slowing and speeding appropriately when the other did. No words were ever said, but we could just... sense it, in a way.

Our strange duet built upon itself, adding in layers and layers of carnal musky harmony, steadily and steadily, climbing it's way to a great crescendo, before, in keeping with this analogy, as well as quite literally, I ran out of breath. I grunted as hard as I climaxed, my seed spewing forth mightily, all over my hand and groin, threatening to burn my skin. Euphoria washed over me and the little **** cooled the fire within, returning me to my senses, just in time for me to hear Ms. Allison's gasp be cut short and muffled, as her climax overcame her too. We both laid in our own beds in relative silence after that, both of us listening intently to the other, like we were waiting for someone to speak.

Neither of us deigned to.

Thankful for the darkness to hide my shame, I reached down to find the furs for my blanket, quickly wiped myself dry, redressed myself as best I could, and turned over on my side to try to sleep. From the sound of it, Ms. Allison was doing the same, but as I began to drift, I heard her whisper, very quietly to herself, "Zachary...I'm sorry... come back..."