I watched from a distance, enjoying the way the firelight from the campfire gleamed off her long silver hair, giving her an almost otherworldly aura. Thinking herself alone, she danced.
As I peered through the bushes, I watched her cup her breasts in her hands. Gravity had taken it's toll over the years, but the pale pink nipples crowning them still peeked through her fingertips, rock hard. Her long nails teased the tender flesh of those ample orbs, and from where I knelt I heard a soft moan escape her crimson lips.
Her body began to sway to some rhythm I couldn't hear. Her hands were stretched out before her, palms open, fingers flickering in the night like the flames she danced with. She leaped into the night air, her silvered mane flowing over her shoulders, her weathered face tilted to the midnight sky.
She landed, perhaps a bit more forcefully than she had wanted, for a slight frown creased her brow. I could tell the cold was beginning to seep into her bones, causing her joints to ache despite the mammoth bonfire. Yet still she danced.
Her hands now fell to her waist, tugging at the gossamer fabric wrapped around her full hips. She pulled it free, draping it behind her like some majestic cape catching the wind. I felt my loins tighten as my eyes traveled the length of her body.
Despite her age, she was still a true beauty. She was slim waisted, but pale silver marks coated her stomach and hips, wrapping around like a tiger's stripes. Her legs were firm and muscular from years of dancing. My eyes were drawn to the center of her womanhood, a neatly trimmed mass of silver gray curls.
Swirling the sheer fabric around her, concealing her briefly from my view, she turned away from me. The fire directly in front of her, the veil lifted up behind as if she danced behind a screen. I watched her shadow, as her hips rolled and beckoned, almost drawing me from my hiding place.
Without warning, she dropped the veil, her hands trailing down her sides in a light touch. I could see the goose bumps form on her flesh, sweat beginning to glisten like dew drops from exertion. From where I was, I couldn't see exactly where her hands were going, but watched as they disappeared toward her belly, and drop lower. I felt a nagging tug in my pants, my mind filling in what I couldn't see.
Her dance became more wild, more frenzied, knee length gray tresses whipping around, kissing her body with their stinging touch. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as she threw her hands out to her sides and started spinning. Faster and faster she spun in place, the dry leaves on the ground crushed beneath her bare feet.
She dropped, writhing on the ground in ecstasy, her hips rising and falling under her own touch. Even from where I was hidden, I could see the glistening honey beginning to coat her sweet petals. Her soft cries of pleasure almost drove me mad with excitement. I couldn't resist that sweet temptress any more, and crashed out of the bushes fumbling with my clothes.
She looked up, startled at first, then her eyes softened as I scooped her up into my arms. She nestled into my chest, as she had the first day I met her, many many years ago. Her slender form, now aged, still fit against me perfectly. I whispered huskily into her ear, two words, before she silenced me with a kiss of pure passion.
"My wife."