Needless to say, you are surprised to see her on your doorstep. You thought that it was over when you left her apartment. That was a great vacation and a great time but the distance and the differences were too great, but here she is and smiling. Opening the door wider, you smile broadly.
"I didn't think I would see you again, darling," you say as you stare into her eyes. Your gaze is and has always been very intense, like you have to make sure that your subject knows that they have your full attention.
"I had to return the favor of your visit so here I am," she says," Or would you prefer that I left?"
"Of course not, darling, come on in," You answer, a little too quickly as you step back so she can enter.
You can't wipe the silly smile of your face as she walks into your house for the first time. More than a little stunned that she is here and with you again, you try to hold back your excitement. For all you know, she could just be here for a nice friendly visit but you offer all the prayers to whomever that is not the case. She smiles impishly over her shoulder at you as she puts her bag into your bedroom. Your house isn't that big and the lay out is simple so it was easy to find. She stood in the doorway smiling, a wicked naughty smile and slowly closed the door.
"Um, darling?" You say, questioningly.
"I will be right out," she says through the door.
"Well, if you are looking for the straps; I don't have any right now." You say, unable to resist a little sarcasm.
"Patience," is the only reply.
You fidget and pace. Never in a million years would you admit it but you are a little nervous. It is just so unexpected, her being here. You nervously put away the dishes and straighten up the living room as you wait. Company was not on the agenda today. By the time you have done all that, the door opens up and you are stunned for a moment.
Her straight black hair is parted in the middle and brushes the pale skin of her neck. Her smile is still in place but it is what she is wearing that makes you want to thank the gods that you were born on the same planet. A slinky, short, black dress covers her curvy yet fit body. It barely covers her ass, only making it down a little past her hips. The drool starts to form and you clinch your jaw, barely managing any kind of restraint. Repressing the urge to pounce and take, you wait to see what her plan is and how long the tease will last.
"You look amazing, darling," You say, keeping your gaze on her face.
"Oh, you mean this little dress? Thank you," she says, with some coy shyness.
"I meant all of it. It is wonderful to see you again and such a surprise," you say as you take a step forward, involuntarily.
She smiles smugly at you, that getting you even more fired up, as she takes a step forward. The two of you are just inches apart as you force your hands to your sides. You place a single gentle kiss on her lips which ends up challenging all your self-control not to just give in to your passion for this woman. She gives a little sigh of disappointment as you break the soft and gentle kiss. You stare into her eyes as you bring your hand up to caress her cheek and then run your fingers through her hair, brushing a lock behind her ear. If you finger tips lingered a moment on her ear, it isn't your fault that she loves that, nope not at all. You move your hand back along her cheek and slide your thumb along her lower lip. She kisses the tip of it and smiles at you.
"So is that all?" She asks.
"All of what?"
"Just surprised to see me and it is wonderful? After I flew 800 miles to see you...,"she replies.
"I do believe that was your initial response when I showed up at your door those few months ago. Though if I remember correctly, you also had a look of paranoia on your face," You say, smirking.
"Yeah but you were some stranger and I am not now," She shoots back.
"I wasn't a stranger; we talked more than any of the previous guys you have dated."
"Oh? How can you be so sure?" she asks.
"Because if they had talked to you more than me then they would have never let you go," You admit.
She blushes and looks at you again. Biting her lower lip as her bangs fall back in front of her face; she looks at you with a little hope in her eyes.
Clenching your fists, her hair has always begged to be touched, you manage to contain yourself as you pull her gently into your arms. Hugging her close and resting your head against hers and she surrenders to your embrace. She feels good, real good. In fact, almost, too good; something is moving and it is one of those things that you have no control of and never will. You can feel her grinning against your chest as she presses even firmer against you. This has always been a problem, your hormones have always been a little high and you, shall we say, always have a physical expression for them.
"At least part of you is happy to see me." She murmurs into your chest.
