She felt the approaching wave of her climax and opened her eyes, staring blankly out over the lake. Suddenly her eyes opened wide in shock. For an instant she thought she had seen three people reflected in the glass. Herself, Jeremy, laboring over her, and a third. She blinked and looked again. Yes, there she was, fading in and out of her vision like a mirage in the desert. A tall blond woman, completely nude, impossibly beautiful, with a sweet, angelic face and an incredible, ripe body. Even Rachel, who aside from a few drunken episodes in college was steadfastly heterosexual, could feel her erotic pull.

She whipped her head around, staring, but the room was empty aside from

Jeremy and herself. She looked back into the window and saw the woman again. She lifted a ghostly hand, caressing Rachel's back in a long, slow stroke that started at her buttocks and ended at her neck.

Rachel's flesh prickled under her touch and she arched her back, shuddering. Her nipples hardened further, contracting into stiff, knotty buttons.

~Arise, my handmaiden. Be thou blessed. I, Althea, claim thee for my own, to be my disciple as long as thy life shall last.~

Once, when Rachel was a small child, she and her parents had taken a trip to Florida. She had been playing in the ocean when a wave hit her unexpectedly, knocking her to her knees. The whispered words had the same effect. A rushing tide of power seemed to fill her, waking a fire in her belly. She spread her legs, feeling her orgasm draw near.

"Now," she said, her teeth clenched. Her words seemed to throb with strength.

“Come for me, Jeremy. Fill me up. Give me your come. Come with me now!"

With the final word, Jeremy gave a strangled gasp and collapsed across her back, though his hips continued to pump into her. She keened, trying to keep her cry of passion in check, even as her orgasm crashed over her, muscles clenching and releasing in her thighs, her belly, her womb. She could dimly feel Jeremy's cock throb within her, sending torrents of his come deep inside her. Over and over, until it seemed there would be no end to it, his hot seed filling up her eager vessel.

Finally the spasms stopped. They stood still, kept from collapse only by Rachel's hands, still braced sweatily on the glass of the window.

Jeremy pried himself off her back to the sound of sweat sliding over their joined skins. His face, when she met his gaze, was suffused by awe.

“That was..." he shook his head. "I've never felt anything like that.

Ever. Thank you."

She smiled and patted his cheek fondly, then dropped to her knees and took his prick into her mouth. She Licked it until it was completely clean, the taste better than the finest wine to her eager taste-buds.

“You're welcome," she said, when his cock, shining wetly, had returned to its place between his legs. She picked up her bra and blouse and began dressing, filled with a deep, satisfied languor. After a few awkward moments, Jeremy joined her.

When they were both dressed, he looked at her hopefully.

“Can I see you again?" he asked.

She raised her eyebrows and gave him a lopsided smile.

“I'm seventeen years older than you, Jeremy, and have two grown children. And I am not looking to start a new relationship. But," she continued, as she saw his face crease with hurt, "that doesn't mean we can't be part of each others’ Lives. Do you have any plans for Memorial Day weekend?"

“Weekend after this?" Jeremy asked. "Mom and Dad and me will be going to my sister's place in Deerfield that Monday. She and her husband invited us for a meal. And I'll get to see my baby niece again."