In her world.... He may have been a stranger, but he was no stranger to her heart. For over miles of invisible wires, they met. Became friends. Became lovers. At first they wrote about everyday happenings. Exchanging news of daily lives. Then dreams crept in. Imaginary prairies evolved sending them off in a snapshot of time where they could be together. He taught her how to fly away in her mind, and lose herself in a fantasy. Her mind's eye became her private world. She could see clearly what she wanted to see. She could feel deeply all of her private desires and have unspoken needs satisfied all in one flash.
He taught her how to separate herself from a hectic real life, of kids, husband and job. He taught her how to share with him a vast sky full of stars or a sun soaked prairie kissed with soft breezes, presenting a moment in time just waiting for them to slip through. She learned through him how to accept the signals her body would send when a secret desire was beginning to build deep inside and through him she learned she no longer had to fight those surmounting urges that summoned her to get lost in a dream.
Today, she knew, would be one of those days when a faraway place beckoned and she would have to submit herself to its calling.
Reading the morning newspaper was fruitless. Fidgeting nervously from the buzz of anticipation swarming up deep inside, she threw out the last of her lukewarm coffee and headed to the shower to get ready for her day.
The small bathroom began filling with steam shortly after she turned on the shower. Two nozzles spewed water with streams meeting chest high. After a slow entry, she stood in the middle of the waterfall, allowing the water to drone out reality, sailing her off into a world of her own, inviting her mind to fly off in a quick snapshot of a place just waiting for her imagination to create.
Bar of soap in hand, she began circling each firm breast, feeling tips harden against the bar while watching the water rinse the bubbly coating down over her long, flat tummy. Her hand led the bar slowly to the nerve center between her legs. Suds clung to the soft hair covering the hub of her sexual controls. Her legs automatically spread allowing the bar of soap to skim herself fully, exciting her with sparks she hadn't felt in a long time.
Through the magic the soap was creating, she imagined herself sprawled out nude on a warm white-sanded beach next to a quiet ocean. The cascading warmth of water falling down around her now, was transformed into glistening sunlight. The soapy bubbles trailing down her body were replaced with salty seawater. Waves of emotion swelled deep inside as each imaginary crest arrived at shore and nestled itself between her legs, before spilling over covering her whole exposed body. Lost on her private beach, in her private fantasy, she was oblivious to her real world and her real life situation of this day. She was happy. She was content. She didn't want to come back home. But as with all dreams, they only last a split second before reality inevitably pops back to life.
As she was getting dressed, she smiled at the thought of how lucky she was to have her dreamland cowboy, as she called him. He helped her get through the humdrum days. She had their snapshots that could wisk her out of the same ole same ole with a snap of her finger. She was happy. He had been a part of her heart, long before anyone would ever imagine. Even though he was tucked away, oh how he could make her heart flutter when the vivid images he painted grew on her screen.
How can you be connected to a man you've never met, who lives thousands of miles from your world? How can you feel something not ever knowing his true touch? But she always had felt, that she had felt his touch. He touched places inside her that her husband never knew existed. His tongue flicked sensitive keys creating a crescendo that climaxed into an exploding symphonic song that would be challenging for even an expert musician. Ah yes, she knew her cowboy. She knew his touch. His talent. And most of all, she knew he cared for her, just as she cared for him.
They had a cabin where they flew off together to meet in their world. Two wicker rockers on the front porch provided front row seats for glorious sunsets. Windows on every side opened four views of the prairie surrounding their haven. One large room served as a living room, kitchen and dining room. An immense stone fireplace covered one wall providing abundant warmth, when their snapshots took them away on blustery winter days. This was their hideaway. And every time they met here, the intimacy they shared always felt like the first time. Each meeting provided a blank canvas on which to create their masterpiece. Their dream. Their snapshot.
As suspected earlier this morning, her shower supplied a prologue to this moment.
Sitting down in the well-worn chair where she had spent hours flying through her dreamland, with one touch on the first key she began to paint herself back into his heart.
He was to come for a visit tonight. Her mind nervously settled herself into her rocker on the porch at their cabin. Echoing thunder in the near distance sky sliced the night air penetrating her skin as if it were purposely aimed at the deepest, most inner corner of her soul. Knees tucking tightly up against her body, the large white faded rocker absorbed the bombshell of sound that boomed at her with still vibrating resonance.
