13th April
The strangest thing happened last night.

I was set up in the Johnston's field, where I knew I'd get a full 180 degree view, no trees, no lights, no interference. It was a perfect night; the moon was in the first quarter, and it had just dipped below the horizon as I arrived. I was even lucky to escape the cows - they'd been moved to the next paddock.

I'd only just begun setting up the telescope when this man appeared - from where I can't guess. He ran straight across the grass, about 100 metres away, whooping and yelling like a madman. I don't think he noticed me; he certainly didn't look in my direction. I think he was too preoccupied. Did I mention he was buck naked?

I have to say, there just aren't enough streakers in astronomy.

14th April
Well, he came back. I was almost relieved. Lord knows I couldn't concentrate on the work when I kept expecting a flash of white skin and dangles to go running by. It tends to take the mind off comets.
Speaking of which, I still haven't spotted it. I wonder if it really does exist, or if Professor White is just pulling my leg. I must admit, I didn't really care after the wild man had gone past.

15th April
It's almost ridiculous. I'd managed to locate a blur, possibly the target, when he ran up to me and said hello. Is flabbergasted a scientific word? If it is, then I must include it in my report. There he stood, without a proverbial stitch, his chest heaving and his privates shrunk from the cool night air. I was unable to offer anything other than a little squeak, which sounded awfully embarrassing, considering he was smiling and completely at ease.

I finally told him what I was doing. His eyes lit up (yes, I was looking at his eyes!) and he asked if he could take a look. He had a very boyish manner about him, and so much energy. I'm certain he didn't stop moving and fidgeting the whole time he stood there. It softened my guard. I knew I should have been really wary about a naked stranger talking to me in the middle of nowhere, but I just stepped back and let him go. Perhaps denying him would have been worse.

So he looked, and said, "Wow, that's amazing," or something like that, and then he ran off again, over the fence and into the next paddock and beyond.

It's almost too weird to believe.

16th April
The moon's coming back. It seems appropriate since lunacy is blooming about me. This time he jogged up and introduced himself, shaking my hand merrily before looking into the 'scope like a natural. His name is Roy and he lives and works on the neighbouring farm. Roy tells me his hobbies are playing tenis and nudity. I said, "I could have guessed," and he deadpanned, "How do you know I play tennis?" He kept such a straight face I had to stifle a chuckle. The whole situation was so conducive to giggling I could barely contain myself.

He continued to bob about, asking me questions about stars and galaxies while studying them intently through the glass. I found myself talking to him at length, trying to ignore his muscled arms and the tan lines where his shorts began and ended. He came across as a truly interesting person, if a little eccentric, and when he ran off again, on his usual path, I was glad he had stopped to chat.

17th April
The moon is higher, and it has taken me, it seems. Last night I took a picnic rug with me, and a bottle of red wine. The weather was balmy, and I told myself it would make the evening a little more interesting. In truth, I wanted Roy to join me once again. I'd spent the whole day thinking about him. He had stayed in my mind like an insidious pop song, and I thought the best way to exorcise the naked demon was to face him, just as all the religious texts urge.

He emerged around 10 pm, starkly vunerable as usual, and instantly came over. When I offered him the wine, he happily sat down and accepted my glass. Faced with a real conversation, I felt compelled to keep my eyes on his face, though I longed to study every inch of bare flesh available. If it was the correct etiquette I didn't know, because he remained cheerful and comfortable no matter what I did.

After several glasses of wine, I was a great deal more relaxed, and we were talking like a couple of old women over the back fence. Deep in conversation, I realised I had barely dropped his gaze for an hour. His nakedness had ceased to be an issue; I had become obsessed with his handsome, cheeky face, and the hilarious stories he was telling me. He had streaked several times at major sporting events, and been arrested after each run. He liked to go bushwalking in the rainforests on the coast, and often found a quiet pool for skinny-dipping. Once he'd been attacked by leeches that way. He didn't like nudist beaches, because there were too many TV news cameras flying by. He had a small ambition to streak through the local shopping mall.

I told him all about myself, and what I thought of my job, and then we got into the deeper meaning of the universe, as does anyone who stays out watching the stars.

When he'd finished his second glass of wine he abruptly stood and said, "I'm going for another run. Coming?" I happily agreed, but when I struggled to my feet he scolded, "Uh-uh! Not with those things on!" I looked at him with an open mouth, unable to speak. When he grabbed my hand, I protested, but I think the alcohol got to me, because I gave in far too easily.

He unbuttoned my shirt for me, and my heart beat faster as he removed it, before laughing and running off. I hastily stumbled out of my jeans and followed him.

It was exhilarating, I will admit. My breasts jiggled as I ran, but I felt too overwhelmed with the sensation of cool night air on uncovered skin. Roy soon outpaced me, but I didn't care. The feeling of freedom was fantastic. I could almost imagine I was a pagan priestess, alone in the wilds, worshipping the goddesses of the earth with abandon. I jumped and cartwheeled, drunk and giggling, fearless and invincible.

I ran back to the blanket to find Roy watching me, an intense expression upon his face. I tried to catch my breath, but he was kissing me before I was ready, his lips like a warm forest stream. I could smell our sweat, could feel it mingling as our bellies touched, could sense the faint bodily invitations hovering beneath the tang of salt.

We fell onto the blanket, becoming one as if it was the dawn of time. No cloth or social conventions barred our way. He was a genius with his touch, his fingers running expertly across my body with the careless ease of a confident lover. His tongue was everywhere, first filling my mouth, then oozing across my standing-stone nipples like a warm tide, then circling my navel as it wandered mercilessly down my body. I glimpsed a shooting star just as he buried his face between my legs, then shut my eyes to the heavens and let the pleasure take me. He went about it slowly, sliding his tongue within, and without my labia, making an obscene cola logo that had me moaning the accompanying jingle. Then he placed the tip on my clit, and undulated it in the most bizarre way, so it felt as though a warm, wet, caterpillar was balancing there, making me shudder and writhe, and twist under his embrace. Finally, having teased me into ragged breaths, he licked with such ferocity I couldn't help but come, yelling blasphemies to the stars and the blackness between them.

He lay beside me, up on one elbow, studying my amazed face. Panting, I asked, "Where did you learn to do that?"

He shrugged. "Yoga teacher."

I laughed and kissed him, tasting salty sweetness on his lips. I rolled on top of him and became a mistress of the moon, drawing strength from her light as I impaled myself on his impressive cock. His face contorted, and I began to watch his well placed features, shadowed with silver and moving with every long stroke I performed. His forehead wrinkled, and his eyebrows raised beneath closed lids, his mouth opening in soundless words. I felt powerful, able to produce intense reactions with every movement, controlling how long it took, and how much pleasure he would feel. I halted and sat back a moment, pausing to breathe the night air. He opened his eyes and studied me, and I knew he admired my body, enjoying the sight of my naked breasts and goosebump-prickled flesh. I lifted my arms, like some ancient priestess, and silently gave thanks for the moment.

His fingers on my nipples brought me back, and I moved again, faster this time, so we both became caught up in ecstasy. At last, he came, his voice reaching in the cool air like a sword. We could have been Adam and Eve before the fall, it was so perfect.

I almost fell asleep on the blanket, awakened only by a mosquito bite. I turned my head to find Roy peering into the telescope once again. I lazily asked him what he was studying, and he directed my gaze to the faint smudge of light to the left of the eyepiece. I nearly fell back onto the grass in amazement, but he seemed ignorant of his discovery. I gathered his sweet face in my hands and kissed him again, telling him how wonderful he was.

He'd found the comet!

3rd July
We did it! We streaked through the shopping mall. It was brilliant!

-By Kayel