Ordinarily, one would not travel through rural Alabama with great expectations of having a life altering experience. But, even in Alabama it has been known to happen on rare occasions. When it is that you least expect it, sometimes all the planets align with the correct corresponding stars to open a portal that results in magic.
The magic in this instance was the chemical reaction between two people that seemingly had nothing in common.
Initially he seemed not to notice my existence; but I not only had noticed him, I had begun over a period of time to quietly observe him from a comfortable distance. It was perfect! I could study his mannerisms, facial expressions, and his interactions with others. And, he could behave in his normal patterns without the distraction of knowing that he was being watched.
On one humid evening, fate seated us at a banquet in an arrangement that allowed me to watch him for hours at a time. As the meal progressed, I began to feel of though someone was starring at me. When I looked up, to my surprise he was looking at me intently. He had finally noticed me! We exchanged smiles as well as acknowledgement of the other’s presence. I tried to remain poised, but the butterflies in my stomach prevented my effort. To my dismay, my hands shook so that I even spilled the salad dressing over my dress, the tablecloth, and the carpeting.
He is a large man, an intelligent man, and a successful man. He was a man who works and socializes at high levels; yet, I suspect that the spirit within his frame is a most sensitive, shy and generous soul. I find myself trying to see inside him whenever I am lucky enough to converse with him one on one.
I confess that I am drawn to him. I confess that I am both curious and fascinated by this complex man. My most secret confession is that I truly desire this man.
Somehow I managed to compartmentalize these feelings, even cautioning myself: “Protect me from what I want!” That worked well when we not in the same room.
The situations of our lives have changed. I know that I too have changed. But, my desires have remained the same.
Knowing that we would soon be together again, I decided that the time was right. So I sat at my desk, reached for my personalized violet stationary, and sent him an invitation.
And so it was that I found myself alone and waiting. Waiting for magic!
The appointed hour of our rendezvous’ would officially arrive with one last sweep of the minute hand on the bedside clock. My heart leapt when I heard his knock. My mind raced with a myriad of “What ifs?” As my hand reached for the door, I could not help but notice that it trembled.
I felt like Alice all grown up and once again through the looking glass. Only this time, the landscape had indeed changed. No Cheshire Cat, no Queen of Hearts, no lawn croquet was to be part of this moment! For this meeting, the textures are of candles flickering, a soft down comforter on the canopied bed, a bouquet by the bedside, and the soft sounds of George Winston playing discreetly in the background.
As the door opens between us, I am compelled to take a deep breath and anxiously wait to see what I might find in his eyes.
We stood there starring at the other as if in disbelief that we had actually taken this step. His smile is so innocent, almost sheepish as he hands me one long stemmed red rose. I feel the blood rush to the top of my head as our hands gently brush as I take the rose from his fingertips. I know that my face glows in a warm crimson red.
He is wearing a dark blue suit and white shirt with a subdued tie. He looked like a gentle giant as he hesitates at the door. In contrast, I am wearing a soft white dressing gown. It has one thin strap at each shoulder, the fabric drapes across the top of my breasts and hangs to my ankles, it opens up the left side revealing my leg as I walk, and the back of the gown falls to just above the contours of my buttocks.
"Are you going to come in or have you decided not to stay?" I ask coyly as I move away so that he may enter.
When the door closed and effectively shut out the rest of the world, we fell into the other's arms. After a wait that seemed infinite, I finally experience the touch of his soft thick lips on mine. I feel my body melt against the warmth of him. His arms pull me closer and tighter to him.
His maleness is pressed hard against me. Now my mind can relax for now I feel content that he wants me as much as I want him.
When his tongue nudged against my lips, I eagerly accept it; and, it becomes the first part of him to penetrate me. His hands trail down the fabric of my gown and rest against the swell oh my hips.
An "Ah!" Of pleasure is my response as his fingers ply and mold the cheeks of my ass. My own fingers have found their way to the front of his trousers where I rub up and then down the length of his shaft.
