Your vision grows

You look through this new, third eye and see a murky view of a tiny and soft orb. It is amber colored and resting inside a fleshy passage. You focus, fighting the ringing in your ears and the burning sensation inside your head to see more.

EGG. Your breath hitches. You feel it in your core what that little amber orb you’re seeing is in your mind’s eye is and more importantly, where exactly it is.

You look down at the woman, through burning, blinking eyes. But you cannot see through her. And yet, you focus in and yes, that is definitely her egg, somehow known and translated into something you can know. You can sense what’s happening in her body, see it with this new third eye of yours that every fiber of your mind knows should not exist.

That the woman under you is ovulating, right now, at this moment. The egg you can “see”, only a few hours old, fresh from her left-hand side ovary. Waiting in her fallopian tube to be fertilized.

You place a hand on her stomach over where you know it is, and feel the dampness of her hot skin. Her flesh is supple, her stomach soft since she’s still laying on her side with her hips curled up, her legs hanging down to the ground. Her body is as close to limp as it can be in this position. But that doesn’t stop her insides from still gently sucking away at your pecker, still hard, still hilted inside her deepest places. Your eyes flick up to her face. Your ears are still ringing, a dull rumble in the distance too. Her eyes are closed, face sweaty, cheeks red, hair splayed out around her like a halo, and a blissful little smile on her parted lips.

You can sense that she’s soaking in dopamine. Happy. A happy woman is a fertile woman, you feel the alien thought enter your mind. She’s gone over a hundred seasons of her life without becoming a mother. How many? A hundred and something to be exact. One hundred and five, one hundred and six? What is that in years? You try to convert this foreign, archaic information into something you can actually understand as it floods your mind. Twenty-six years old. A faithful family, but faithful to the wrong gods, and she hasn’t meaningfully prayed in many seasons. Her womb was graced by sperm, only once. By accident.

Sperm. You think, looking with your two normal eyes and seeing the sticky trails dripping from her leaking pussy down to the bench. Your third eye senses a dense cloud, moving fast, surging in and filling the tube with her egg in it, swarming as if intelligent towards the little amber orb deep inside her.

SPERM. You feel a chill shoot up your spine. That’s your sperm. Moving fast at their own microscopically small scale, bee-lining for her little amber egg. You see them close in, the swarm maneuvering to engulf their target on all sides all at once. You furrow your brow, fixing your third eye on passing sperms out of the billions as they swim onward:. Y. X. Y. X. Y. Black. Dark brown. Light brown. Red. Strawberry blond. Blond. Green? Green. Blue. Hazel. Brown. They’re fast, zipping across your vision too quickly to get more than a single detail out of them as they swarm for the egg all at once.

HONK! HONK! HOOOOOOOOOOK!

You feel both you and the woman jump at the incredibly loud horn, bodies undocking, scooting away from each other, and severing the divine sight of your third eye. A slow moving freight train rumbles past the clearing at a snail’s pace, the ground and air shaking, the engineer leaning out the cab window, his meaty, tattooed, and sunburnt arm reaching out and giving you a big thumbs up.

"Oh my God!" you hear the woman hiss, her hands going to cover up her privates as best she can.

The morning peace shattered by the slow rolling train, you and the woman hurry to get dressed again. You steal a glance as she wiggles her hips, yanking her leggings and panties back up over her tight ass. Your member fights back as you yank your sweatpants back on, the fabric and your manhandling too rough for it so soon after your third orgasm of the day, making your eyes twitch.

You stand up and the woman follows suit. She wobbles for a moment on shaking feet, and you go to catch her.

“I’m good,” she shouts over the rumble of the train, holding a hand out towards you as if to say stay back, “seriously.”

“Ok,” you reply, looking her up and down.

“Wow,” she says, running her hands through her hair again, head back and still breathing quite hard.

“Yeah,” you say, shocked at how winded, but not tired that you feel. Finally the last car of the train rolls past, leaving you and the women alone with the sounds of mid-morning in a wood of chirping birds and rustling leaves.

“So,” she says, looking down and wringing her hands.

“So,” you repeat, adjusting the rod in your sweat pants so it’s under the waistband.

“I should,” she meets your eyes, “I mean, we should probably get going.”

“Yeah,” you reply, following her up the dirt trail to the multi-use trail. You both scan down either direction, finding it thankfully still deserted.

“So,” she starts, licking her parched lips, “I should let you know before you go that, just for your information, that was really good for me,” she smiles.

“Me too,” you add and she smiles wider.

“And just so you know since you know, filled me up, that today’s safe for me,” she adds.

“Oh, safe,” you say, doubting her more than doubting your third eye.

“And I’ll take a Plan B, just in case,” she adds, showing you her palms, “you know?”

“Yeah,” you reply, “I’m familiar with it,” you stare at her stomach but the vision of your third eye is distant and fuzzy, like your third eye is somehow nearsighted now that you aren't balls deep inside her.

“Cool, well, um,” she says, looking down at your feet, “I hope I see you again?”

“Yeah, me too,” you smile.

“That would be nice,” she says, a stupid grin crawling across her face again, “this was nice,” she turns to go, “we could work out or like go running together next week.”

“I’d like that,” you reply.

“Cool, I'll see you around then,” she smiles, and then starts to slowly jog away from you, cute butt and thighs catching your gaze as they flex and tense. You watch her, catch her glance once over her shoulder back at you, until she turns a corner into the park and disappears from view.