She was waiting in her chair of the living room anxiously. Her friend from across the sea had promised that he'd be coming around lunchtime but not to bother about food as he'd probably already had something.
But this was night time and she kept thinking back to their conversations over the internet. They flirted with each other outrageously whilst they were online and even though both of them knew that It was a little wrong, they couldn't help themselves sometimes, especially with some of the things they said to each other. They kept on at it because they were both fond of each other and he made her feel all special and loved, and she made him feel desirable again after his break up.
As she thought back, she started to become aroused but realised what was happening so tried to wipe the thoughts from her mind with only a minor success. AS she looked down towards the rug lined with fur in front of the roaring fire, she dreamed about lying in front of it with him. They would be both in each others arms as the warmth seeped into their systems, completing the whole romantic setting as they kissed each other.
A loud noise outside awoke her from her waking dream as she looked out of the window and saw that the weather was getting progressively worse. The wind was blowing all of the trees very heavily, making them sway as if desperately holding onto the ground as their leaves were plucked from the branches and being dragged through the air by the invisible force. She began to worry if he would make it alright and shut the curtains, blocking out the awful scene. She moved over to the fire and turned it up slightly making the heat almost intolerable if you were sat next to it, but from a distance the heat was filling up the room making it more cosy. The embers and flame dancing in the firebox to their invisible melody, almost with a hypnotic effect in her mind as she felt her soul pour into the dancing lights and was being replaced by the emanating heat.
As her mental state began to become thinner and thinner, she thought of his image in all of the pictures he had sent over the past year. All of his photos came with a smile or a cheeky grin that she had come to know and love. Over her troubles with her partners, he had been there for her when she was being neglected and felt unloved. She often wished that she had more than words on a screen to relate to as the loneliness overcame her some nights when they were talking. She gave him electronic hugs so often but they were no match for the real thing. But what she remembered most was their more intimate conversations of their cloths and their tastes in sex and romance. What often frightened her was that they both liked the same things and seemed to connect to well, and the fact that with a few words he could send her temperature soaring and turn her on so much. But she was always obliged to keep her hands on the keys as she felt to do otherwise would be wrong.
AS she raised her glass and had another drink of her wine her eyes were transfixed on the flames. Her body was becoming more and more loosened by the effects of the liquor. Her mind was following the same example of the rest of her as the flames worked upon her mind like some form of drug. But it all disappeared in the blink of an eye as she heard a knocking at the door and her heart beat suddenly raced as her whole body jumped.
She rose up and walked to the door in answer to the knocking, every step down the hallway making her whole body quiver in anticipation as she reached for the door handle. She braced herself for the influx of emotion as she felt and heard the wind swirling outside. She opened the door and there he stood.
A young man in his very early 20's with a very short haircut, obviously done with a shaver. He stood there in his black jeans that had a slight fur attached to them as they went up to his shirt in aroyal shade of purple. It was loosened at the top revealing some sort of vest top underneath. He gave his customary smile as if to say hello and thank you. He couldn't believe it himself that he had come all the way from across the ocean to this foreign country and see a very close friend in the woman before him. He knew she was older than he was by some years but it didn't matter to him, he knew she was a good person and he cared for her. And the way he felt for her was very strong right now as he also remembered their more intimate moments over the internet. He stepped into the house as the wind howled behind in, suddenly finding a new place to fly as it left its cold shadow on both the people as it raced down the corridor causing both of them to have Goosebumps on their exposed areas. Her chest suddenly shivered as the wind rose the tiny lumps across the surface of her skin while her heart was racing just as fast. He looked at her in the soft glow of the hallway light with the glow of the fire creeping around the corner of the doorway in front of him as he placed his bag on the floor and looked at her. Her dress was purple and black with straps going over her smooth shoulders. As he gazed at her neck in remembrance of the few conversations where she had confessed to him that any touch there was an instant turn on for her. The whole outfit was covered in purple roses and had a summery feel to it. He scented a faint perfume in the air that soothed him which he liked immensely, she had obviously gone to more trouble for him that she would have for any of her other friends. He felt flattered but aroused as well.
He began to speak to her and the sound of his voice was cheery and bright yet dep and sensual as if to betray and confirm the thick atmosphere between them.
"It's good to finally meet you in person, you look amazing."
She blushed and bowed her head slightly as she suddenly tried to act all shy, but failed as the thoughts in her mind betrayed her expression.
"Thank you. How was the trip and are you hungry?"
"No thank you." He replied politely "as a matter of fact I'm rather tired and I think I should head up to bed."
This deflated her a little bit, she hoped he wouldn't be like her other partners who never had the time for her, and after she had made so much effort for him. She was determined to salvage the mood, as sensual as it was.
"Some wine before you go?" she asked with her voice on a slight inclined tone.