Jonah: Thanks for the idea for this story. *kiss*
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I awake, but don't yet open my eyes. I can't believe how cozy I am. My entire body feels so warm and cuddly and the sheets beneath me are the softest I've ever felt. I stir slightly. I rub my feet together and moan like I always do when I wake up. As I move, I realize the mattress I'm sleeping on feels softer than my own...it feels as though I'm lying on a cloud. I turn over and just barely open my eyes. I'm in bed alone, but it's definitely not my bed. As I run my hand over the mattress beside me, it still feels warm. I flip over onto my back and moan again, smiling. I suddenly recall the events of the day before, of the night before...my smile broadens. I scan the bedroom...very modern with lots of stainless steel and black leather furniture. I hadn't exactly gotten a chance to look around the room much yesterday afternoon. Again, I smile as I remember the previous day.
It seems to be a cloudy, rainy day. I can hear a light rain pelting the windows that surround the three walls of the bedroom and there's barely any light seeping in through the sheer curtains that cover them. I remember noticing last night that you could see the ocean from anywhere in the room. It's like a bedroom you would find at a resort on a dream vacation. I can't believe I'm here. Moreover, I can't believe I'm finally with you.
I turn all the way over onto my belly. My long, dark red curls fall in front of my face and tickle my nose. I sigh. I never want to leave. I don't want to return to my hum-drum life and my boring job. I want to stay here in this bed, warm and satisfied, until the day I die. With my eyes closed tightly and a warmth I've never quite felt before enveloping me, my mind races with memories of our initial meeting the previous afternoon.
First, I recall how your face lit up as I turned the corner and came into the dining room of the restaurant where our first meeting was to take place. Your soft eyes danced as I approached the table. I was relieved. If I'd sensed disappointment, I might've run the other way. I couldn't help but give you a quick once over as well. I noticed immediately that you were well dressed...nice button down shirt, black dress pants. And you couldn't be more my type...dark hair, light eyes, tall. My heart fluttered as I made my way over to you. After so many months of chatting and talking on the phone, I couldn't believe the moment was finally here...the moment when I'd finally get to touch you in person. I walked up to you and without even hesitating, you pulled me in for a hug. I could feel your strong arms surround me and smell your scent for the first time...it was then that I knew everything was going to be perfect.
Lunch was fantastic even though I barely remember eating a thing. Our conversation flowed effortlessly. We chatted away like long lost old friends about everything from books to cars to movies. I must admit, I was surprised. I thought for sure I'd be nervous and there'd be moments of awkward silence, but no. I loved how you kept touching me every chance you got. Your fingers grazing lazily up and down my arm, your foot securely next to mine during the entire meal...and at dessert when you finally reached into my lap, took my hand into yours, leaned in, and kissed me sweetly on my cheek, I thought I was going to die right there and then.
After lunch, we headed out into the bright, sunny afternoon. We walked down towards the beach and you suggested we go for a stroll in the sand. After removing our shoes, we rolled up our pant legs. We laughed and joked with each other as I teased you about your very attractive, very stark white legs, then suddenly I caught you staring at me...just staring and smiling. I smiled back, nervously, and giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. You held your hand out and I rested my hand lightly in yours. You laced your fingers in mine, brought my hand up to your lips, and kissed it. You held it tight as you led me down the beach towards the water. We walked along letting the water rush up against our legs, feeling the sand between our toes. The conversation continued to flow smoothly.
After walking and talking for several minutes, we finally came to series of pilings supporting the large pier that jetted out into the ocean. I leaned against one of the pilings as you bent down and picked up a seashell. I watched as you carefully brushed the sand off of it and brought it over to me. You started to explain what type of shell it was and whatnot, but the words were lost on me. I stared up at you, watching your full lips form the words you were speaking, your eyes sparkle, your hair blow in the breeze. Finally, you glanced down at me. You must've been able to tell that my mind wasn't on seashells just then because you dropped the seashell back onto the sand and pulled me into you. I became slightly nervous as I looked up into your deep, piercing eyes. You brought your hands up to my face, caressing it gently, as you leaned down and kissed me. I've never felt a kiss that sparked such intensity. It was such a simple, sweet kiss, but I could feel your passion and desire behind it. Your warm, moist lips felt as luscious as they looked. Our kiss began to evolve...we both wanted more. I could practically feel your neediness as your fingers pressed into my skin and your tongue roamed my mouth. I wrapped my arms around your waist, pulled you towards me, and probed your mouth with my tongue in return. We stood there, tasting each other, for what seemed like mere seconds, but was probably several minutes. I was so disappointed when you pulled your lips away from mine moments later. I was craving you...more of you...ALL of you. You took a deep breath and asked if I wanted to come back to your place. I wasted no time, quickly nodding.
I figured we'd head back up the beach towards your black Toyota SUV, but to my surprise, you grabbed my hand and started pulling me in the same direction in which we'd been walking, away from the restaurant. I sauntered behind you and we soon made our way towards a large building that was divided into several condo units. As we reached the stairwell, you turned, grabbed me, and pinned me against the side of the building, kissing me hard. I kissed you back passionately...there was serious urgency in my moans. My lust for you was more than obvious. Our kisses were becoming more and more fevered. My heart was racing. As we stood there basically making out in the open, our hands began roaming over each other's bodies. I was already dying to tear your clothes off. At that moment, I was fully prepared to give myself to you entirely, which was not an endeavor I've ever taken lightly.
We stood at the bottom of the stairs, kissing, pawing at one another for several more minutes before you finally pulled away and suggested we head upstairs to your condo. I was slightly apprehensive given that we'd basically just met, at least in person, but something told me I HAD TO say yes...so I did. You gave me another quick peck on the lips, then brushed your hand against my face and told me, point blank, that you were crazy about me. I giggled again and smiled the biggest smile ever. You smiled broadly in return, then took my hand and led me upstairs.
I could barely contain my excitement. This was all too good to be true. YOU were too good to be true. We'd come from similar backgrounds and gone through similar experiences in our lives. You didn't have a gaggle of kids or a psycho ex-wife. You were extremely intelligent, witty, sexy, and most of all you "got me". I certainly hoped I wouldn't wake up from this dream any time soon. Although I hated to admit it to myself, I knew I was crazy about you too. I tried to push the fright of admitting that from my mind and concentrate on the whirlwind of the here and now.
We climbed up two flights, then you put your key in the door labeled # 306. We stepped inside to a very lovely, very modern dwelling. Warm with worn brown leather couches, dark cabinetry, a huge flat screen TV on the wall. It was all so very...manly. You took me on a tour of the rest of the place. It wasn't huge, but it was directly on the ocean and had large plate-glass windows that overlooked the water. Just off the gourmet kitchen past the dining room was a screened in porch with simple white plastic lawn chairs where I could easily envision you sitting with your morning coffee. You guided me around the corner to show me a walk-in closet/dressing room and a nice sized bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub. Then, you pointed to a spiral staircase and asked if I wanted to see the bedroom. I quickly nodded. You squeezed my hand and up the stairs we went.
At the top of the stairs, the room opened up into a huge master suite that was just as big as the living room, dining room, and kitchen combined. I could sense the room was more dim than it was downstairs and that's when i first noticed the sheer curtains lining the walls of windows that surrounded the room. Cutting off the piercing afternoon sun gave the room a very romantic glow. I didn't have much chance to look around, though, before you turned to me and pulled me close to you. The entire room disappeared as I looked up at you, our eyes locked, and you leaned down and gave me the lightest, sweetest kiss on the lips. I practically purred as our kisses got deeper and deeper. Before I knew it, I had unbuttoned your shirt and was pushing it off your shoulders. You didn't hesitate shrugging it off, then promptly lifting my shirt above my head, discarding it onto the floor with your own. Our lips barely parted for a second before we were drawn back into one another again. Our hands roaming, our hearts racing.