by J. D. Moon
Asha remained still as the visions continued to replicate in her mind. She breathed deeply and felt a hand on her shoulder. “Let me take you to the water,” the voice said, and Asha realized it was the man in the brightly colored clothes. She took his hand without saying a word, and he pulled her up off the ground. Asha felt like this man was her protector, like she knew him from somewhere, even though she had never laid eyes on him before. She held his dark, rough hand, and they walked together along the path leading to the bubbling stream at the end of the path.
The sun was beaming and Asha squinted, steadying herself by the edge of the pebble-covered water bank. A large, multi-colored butterfly landed on her arm, and she admired its iridescent design. It sat for another moment, then spread its wings and flitted across the stream. Asha looked at the man, still holding his hand, and he nodded his head. “The butterflies see your soul,” he said, staring into the distance. Just then, Asha saw a man come out of the forest. He was dark-skinned and tall, and wore a purple woolen poncho. He knelt into the water, and splashed some water on his weathered cheeks.
“You must be special,” the man holding Asha’s hand said. “The butterflies only come out when the shifters are near.” With that, he waved at the man in the water. Asha was mesmerized by the man who stood before her. After he had rinsed his face, he removed his purple poncho, and reached for Ashas’s hand. As soon as Asha touched him, a wind blew from the west, and she rustled in her sheets. As if she were in a cocoon of a dream, it was almost impossible for her to move her eyes, but slowly, she woke from her sleep.
Asha was sure she had just had a dream, but couldn’t shake how connected to reality it felt. Perhaps she had entered a parallel life, like the one she learned about on a paranormal WHYY show back in California years ago. She shook her head. Whatever it was, she had never before experienced anything like it. What time was it? She guessed it was afternoon, but when she checked the time, it was only seven a.m. Asha stood in the bathroom and looked at her face in the mirror. She felt like she was being transformed into a new person.
After getting dressed in her favorite sundress and a pair of sandals, she headed outside and wandered in the direction opposite of Diego’s house. When she got about a quarter of a mile down the road, she stopped in her tracks. A tall man wearing a bright purple poncho was walking toward her. When they were about a foot away from each other, they both stopped, and the man smiled at her. “And you must be the woman of my dreams,” he said. Asha didn’t know what to say.
“My name is Asha,” she said, and extended her hand.
“My name is Barnaby,” he said.
“I’m visiting from California,” Asha pulled her hair away from her face, revealing her soft, silky cheeks.
“Welcome to Peru. Do you have a guide?” he asked.
“No, actually, I’ve only been here for a day, and I met someone last night named Diego who invited me to a workshop this weekend. Other than that, I’m on my own,” she said, nodding her head and finding herself strongly attracted to this man.
“Diego is a good friend of mine. I’ll be there for the workshop, as well. Let me take you on a tour,” he offered.
“Sounds great. I would love to see the places that you recommend,” Asha smiled, her eyes glistening in the bright sunlight. Barnaby pulled his poncho over his head, and stuffed it into his brown knapsack. Then he stretched, and in doing so, the bottom of his shirt revealed his dark, toned stomach. Asha didn’t want to stare, but she thought him one of the most attractive men she’d ever laid eyes on. Furthermore, she was still in disbelief over the fact that this man was the exact same person she’d dreamt of only hours earlier.
Asha and Barnaby headed south, walking side by side, admiring the Peruvian landscape as they ambled along. Barnaby had lost his wife several years ago in a farming accident. He had two children that were now grown, and he tended a herd of llamas on the other side of the village. Asha found herself recounting her own stories of lost love, and even told him about her brief but damaging relationship with Devon. Barnaby didn’t look old to Asha, yet he appeared so very wise. He listened to her stories with interest, and when they reached a local coffee shop, he stopped and asked her if he could buy her a drink.
Asha and Barnaby sat for hours, laughing and drinking strong, rich coffee inside the thatched roof coffee house. At one point, Barnaby looked somewhat serious, and then said “Asha. I have only known you for a day, but I feel like I have known you my whole life.” He smiled, and when he did, his large brown eyes lit up. “I feel the same way about you,” Asha said coyly, and wondered if it was truly fate that had bound them together. They left the coffee house and wandered the rest of the afternoon, stopping to chat with locals, and then resting beside a large lake with a magnificent mountain view.
Once they were situated within a large grove of trees, Barnaby put his arm around Asha. She smiled, welcoming his gesture. “I would love to know you better,” he said, and then leaned in to kiss her. Asha moved forward, and their lips met with a spark. They both jumped back and then looked at each other with astonishment.
“It feels like electricity being generated,” Asha looked amazed.
“It does. Ours must be a special connection,” Barnaby continued and then placed his arm around Asha’s. She pulled him closer and they kissed again, the feeling of electricity coursing through their bodies. Asha rolled her tongue along Barnaby’s lips as he played with her tresses. “Your hair smells like strawberries,” he smiled and gently placed a large hand on her breast. Asha sighed and then unhooked her bra so that Barnaby could feel her skin. Slowly, he moved his fingers across her nipple and Asha sighed with pleasure. They kissed for a few more moments, and then Asha backed off.
“I’m afraid,” she said. “I haven’t had great experiences in the past with many men” she looked own, ashamed. “I don’t know if I should trust you.”
Barnaby told her that he would never hurt her, that if his wife were still alive she would tell Asha what a kind and gentle man he really was. After some deliberation, Asha decided to take his word, and made a suggestion. “Lets’ go up toward the boulder field,” she gestured north, and Barnaby honored her request. They headed off, hand in hand, until they reached the huge expanse of rocks that lined the landscape before them. Asha thought it would be exciting to explore each other from atop one of the giant rocks, where they could view the entire village. Barnaby smiled when she pointed to a huge granite slab that jutted toward the sky. Then they both used their choicest footwork and climbed carefully to the top of the massive stone.
“I love the view,” Asha looked sensual and adventurous, standing in her sundress, bra-less and vibrant. She smoothed her hair back and ran her hands over her breasts in a tempting gesture to Barnaby, who smiled in admiration. He inched next close to Asha, and then pulled her body close to his. Asha thought he smelled like pine and cedar-wood, and she buried her face in his chest, then stepped back, and in a moment of spontaneity, pulled her dress over hear head and revealed herself to Barnanby. She wore only a pair of peach panties, and her hairy pussy was visible through the lace.
“You are a beautiful woman, and I think we might be destined for each other,” he ran a finger along Ashas’s shoulder, and then kissed her face, her ears, and her neck. Asha leaned into him, and then rubbed his big thighs with her long, thin hands. Barnanby smiled and then turned his head so that he could kiss one of Asha’s breasts. Her nipple was pink and firm and she arched her back so that Barnaby could easily place it in his mouth, which he did with much enjoyment.
Asha leaned on the boulder, resting her back on the straight, gray protrusion. Her long legs were tanned slightly and her toes were painted in bright red polish. She opened her legs wide so that Barnaby could see the bounty that lied within. He breathed deeply, and then moved beside her until his hand was sliding on top of her warm pussy. He played with her hair and then gently slid a finger inside her wet tunnel of womanhood. Asha moaned softly, and pulled Barnaby’s
head to her chest. Then she looked at him, and noticed his eyes looked different.
“I want you to see who I really am,” said Barnanby, his black pupils growing larger, his irises becoming more yellow. “I am unlike the others in this village,” he sighed. “And you are safe with me,” he said. Just then, his arms began to grow darker, and dark hairs sprouted his shoulders, then on his forearms, and on his palms. His chest looked larger, and his back was rounded. Asha said nothing, but watched with an amazed curiosity. Barnanby still had a hand inside her pussy, and he wanted to pleasure her as he completed a full bear-shift.
“I am one of the bear-shifters,” Barnaby said, his ears now rounded, covered in fur, and about three inches larger than before. Asha was enthralled with such a surreal experience, and although a part of her wanted to scream in terror, she knew that she had nothing to fear. A sense of serenity soon engulfed her, and she calmed herself down, allowing Barnanby to continue fingering her pussy.
“How do you do that?” asked Asha, placing her arms around Barnaby, who was now covered in a thick, brown fur. “I’ve never seen anything like this. I should be scared, but I’m not,” she said, in between moans. Asha was in a state of ecstasy, her pussy wet and her nipples rock-hard. She knew that if Barnanby continued to finger her like this, she would orgasm any minute. Before she could think further, the rippling started inside her, and she held onto Barnaby’s hairy back, pulling him closer, moaning and sighing. “I’m coming,” she said, and Barnaby looked at her, his eyes aglow and his body in full bear-shifter presence.
“Come, baby,” he said. “You are meant to be here. You are one of the sacred souls, like the butterfly. Come on my hand with your pretty pussy. I want you to feel a pleasure like no other,” said Barnaby.
Asha had several orgasms, one right after the other. She had never felt anything like this before. Even when she and Devon had gotten into some hot and heavy encounters, it had never had the intensity like this. Asha wondered how she had gotten so lucky to be in Peru, and to have met Barnanby. She looked at him and rubbed his head. Then she reached for his cock, hard and rising under his thick khaki colored pants. “I can’t wait for us to make love,” she said, and then drifted off to sleep under the warm rays of the sun.
When Asha awoke, Barnaby was down in the valley, practicing Tai Chi. Asha watched him from her post on the rock, and observed how graceful he looked. His arms flowed like a ribbon, dancing in the wind, and bending with each movement. He bent his knees, and Asha noticed how flexible he was. His brown bear body had shifted back to rest, and his human form was bending with the shadows and the sun began to set. Asha could see beautiful Mach Picchu in the distance, and she joined him below. After a few minutes, they decided to head back to her cottage, where Barnanby had been invited to spend the night.
“I love it here,” said Asha, once they were inside. “Peru is very magical. I knew that it would be special, before I even booked the flight,” she continued. Barnaby was sitting on one of the wooden chairs beside her bed, and he marveled at how gorgeous Asha was to him as she shimmied out of her sundress and put on a pair of black linen pants and a long, linen tunic.
“Peru is a place that attracts sacred souls,” said Barnanby, clasping his hands. “Many people from all over the world travel here and eventually find that Peru is their real home. Others come to visit, and find everlasting love,” he smiled, and then reached for Asha’s hand. She smiled and stood beside him, holding his hand and waving it up and down.
“Why don’t we go into the village and get some food, then come back here?” Asha asked Barnaby. “Maybe we can find some more of that amazing coffee,” Asha’s eyes lit up.
“I would love to do whatever makes you happy,” Barnaby said, and he kissed her on the cheek. Asha suggested that they call a shuttle, and within minutes they were sampling roasted coffee blends at another wonderful cafe on the outskirts of town. Barnanby was personal friends with the owner, and Asha was treated to a tasty baked pie and two steaming cafes. When they decided to leave for Asha’s cottage, it was sundown. As they prepared to step in the shuttle, Asha caught sight of Diego, riding his bike along the road. She called him over, and the three chatted for a few minutes before Asha and Barnaby got on the shuttle to leave.
“Diego is one of my best friends here,” Barnaby stated, matter-of-factly. “We’ve known each other for a long time. He understands the shifters. More of us will be at the meditation tomorrow,” he continued, looking at Asha’s expressions when he spoke. “I hope you understand us, and realize that we aren’t any different from other people. We have just been blessed with a special gift,” he said.
“I think that being unique is what makes a person attractive,” said Asha, and kissed him on the hand. They enjoyed their ride back to her cottage, and once inside, got comfortable on the canopy bed. The cottage was small and cozy. Asha felt like this was such a romantic space to be with a man, and even more special because he was a shifter. She placed her head on his chest and felt the silent rise of his breathing. Then she kissed him on the lips, the cheek, and the forehead.
“Asha. How would you feel about meeting another shifter? “Barnanby asked as he fondled one of Ashas’s breasts. “Would you find it interesting to share yourself with two of us?” he asked, seriously. “In shifter culture, we do not have the same sort of disdain for exploring with more than one person,” he said.” “In fact, we consider it another blessing to be able to experience the sacred soul of two people at he same time because it builds a deeper universal connection.”
“I want my experience in Peru to be memorable and unique,” said Asha, sliding closer to Barnaby. I think that this might be happening for a reason, since much of my past relationship history was so…” Asha’s voice trailed off. “…so disappointing.”
“I think you will find it an amazing experience,” said Barnanby. “Tomorrow, at the meditation, I want you to meet Pedro. He is one of the healers that will be there. He plays many instruments, and is a powerful presence. I think you’ll be glad you met him,” he said. “This is a special community in Peru that you have found yourself with,” he added, and massaged Asha’s neck until she drifted off to sleep.
When Asha and Barnaby prepared for the healing meditation the next day, the air was filled with the scent of juniper, and the sky was absent of clouds. Asha wore her linen tank-top, and a pair of leggings. Her hair was pulled back, and her face looked fresh. She and Barnaby headed for Diego’s house and joined the congregation that had gathered out front. Men and women of various ages, holding various instruments, mingled and gave introductions. Asha sensed an aura of positivity, and she snapped a photo. Children came running from the field out back, carrying flutes and small drums.
“Welcome, welcome gatherers of Peru,” he said. “We have come together today as a peace offering, and as a ceremony for the sacred soul that exists within us all,” a tall, bearded man with a multi-colored shirt and long, baggy pants spoke. “I hope that everyone finds a comfortable space to enjoy the sounds,” he said, and then began playing his flute. A man beside him began to play his small drum, and a woman joined in with another small flute, as well.
Asha sat down on a grassy space, close to the porch, and Barnaby disappeared momentarily. She closed her eyes and then began to sway to the sounds. Shortly after, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. It was Barnaby, and he whispered for her to come with him to the sweat lodge. Asha had never been in a sweat lodge, but she followed Barnaby, still enjoying the sounds of the music coming from out front. When she reached the back of the house, a large, clay structure was situated facing the mountains.
“This is where we sweat,” said Barnaby, “and we give thanks for our blessings,” he smiled. “Won’t you join us?” he asked Asha, and motioned for her to un-dress. Another man appeared from the side of the house, holding hands with a beautiful Peruvian woman. He introduced himself as Pedro, and shook Asha’s hand. Asha figured that his must be the Pedro Barnanby had spoken of earlier.
“I am Olivia,” the woman spoke, her warm brown eyes twinkling in the light. Asha wondered if Olivia was a shifter, or if only men in this community were granted such special powers. The four began to strip off their clothing and one by one entered the lodge. Inside, the ground was covered in burlap, and large dark rocks were placed in various sections under the enclosure. A pitcher of water was filled with water, and a light steam was rising from the moist ground.
Pedro sat down and Olivia sat next to him. Asha wasn’t uncomfortable with being naked in front of strangers, but it was a new experience for her. She found herself looking at Pedro, admiring his wide shoulders, his taut stomach, and his firm muscles. His hair was cut close to his scalp, unlike many of the men in the village. His cheekbones were angular and his jaw was square. Asha could also see his large penis as it hung between his legs before he sat down.
Olivia rose and poured water from the pitcher onto the rocks. They let out a massive hissing sound as stem rose to the top of the lodge. Olivia was slender and dark, her breasts tiny and firm, her nipples large and pointed. She had thin, dark hair that hung to her shoulders, and her legs were thin and delicate. Asha looked at Olivia’s thick, black pubic hair, and realized that this was stimulating to look at. Asha had never seen another woman naked besides at her gym. For a moment, she imagined touching Olivia’s pussy.
Barnaby sat next to Asha and began to rub her shoulders. She smiled and then moved closer to him, unsure if she was comfortable with the others looking at her body. Asha couldn’t pinpoint what caused her sudden feeling of uneasiness, but she backed up and left the sweat lodge. She quickly reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head. Barnaby followed her and asked what was wrong.
