I suppose the desert defined a big part of my life. I lived near it and frequented it often. I grew to appreciate the subtleties of the flora - but not so much the fauna. I didn't spend much time out there in the dark.
Which made this night so much more unique. When he suggested we go on a hike, I never imagined we would spend the next 10 hours together. We had only just met, after messaging for several months. We knew plenty about each other, sure - but would we have anything to say to each other in person?
He was quiet. I was a bit shy. The beginning was just a lot of walking and listening to the rocks crunch beneath our feet. Eventually, we started talking. He started to tell me about how I made him feel. I can't remember the specifics - what was to come completely consumed me - but I do remember feeling very special, in a "puppy love" kind of way.
We had set off late in the afternoon - as one does on desert hikes - expecting to return just as the sun was setting. But we - or I, anyway - lost track of time. And the weather was perfect. For the last few days, an inversion was allowing for unseasonably warm nights.
"I want to keep going," he told me, "and see the moonrise from that ridge over there. You OK with that?"
"Sure," I said before I could think about it and convince myself otherwise.
"I have a headlamp, a first aid kit, and my phone is fully charged - and I still have a liter of water," he said.
"Ha - of course you do. I'm sure we'll be fine." That's one of the things that I learned about him through our months of typing snippets to each other - he liked to be prepared.
The sun went down as we walked up to the spot he had pointed to. We sat on a flat boulder which jutted out. It made me feel like we were piloting a space ship. There were more stars than I could ever remember seeing. And then the moon slowly rose, projecting long shadows for each Joshua tree. It looked like a graveyard of discarded scarecrows. There was just enough light to make out the sandy browns, the darker trunks, and hints of green. Occasionally, if I focused on one spot, I could see a creature scurry about. It was easy to just be, and think of nothing. I emptied my head.
"I'd like to suggest something," he started, "and by all means, you can say no - this is not why I brought you out here. But, I think this is a very special setting, and I'd like to try something with you."
"What's that?"
"I want us to share our bodies with each other."
"What?!" I scoffed.
"This is not about sex," he added. "This is about sharing a physical experience, and connecting our spirits."
I'll say, it sounded like a play to me. But he looked so serious. I sincerely believed him.
"OK, I'll try it. What do we do?"
"We take all our clothes off. I'll sit behind you, and ..."
"Haha ok, sure," I cut him off, as I started to unlace my boots. I was relaxed that night. And, to be honest - I liked him. And I liked how much he liked me. He had told me early on in our messaging that he had a crush on me - that he liked my energy. I don't know if he was bullshitting me or not, but being naked in a rare, hot desert night was a reward in itself for me.
It was chilly at first. It didn't seem like this would be all that fun.
"You'll adjust to the temperature quickly. Our clothes actually trick our minds into thinking we can't handle the cold."
I was sitting on the boulder with my feet hanging off the side. He came up behind me and put one leg on either side of me - but he was sitting quite a bit farther back than I imagined. The moonlight was nearly blinding at this point - it was a full moon rising directly in front of us.
I was still cold and covered in goosebumps. He put his fingers at the base of my neck, and it immediately shot a wave of warmth down my spine.
"I want you to listen to my breathing, and breathe as I breathe," he said. It started with deep breaths - not so much deep in volume, but long and slow. He seemed to be exhaling well beyond what I could handle.
"It may help you to think of it as having to hold your breath between each breath. You want to exhale slowly, deliberately, and visualize your lungs being completely empty."
I closed my eyes and followed his pace. His fingers moved gently along my shoulders, and then down my arms. Everywhere that he touched, I felt the heat from a candle flame. He ran his fingers down my back - spread across my width. I could feel each fingertip. We breathed. Slowly. I relaxed, settling into the fact that he was touching me. And I started to touch myself.
I started to caress myself on the thighs - until he did. Reaching around my waist, he ran his fingers along the side of my legs, all the way to my knees. I found it hard to control my breathing.
"Keep pace with me," he whispered in my ear. His fingers turned the corner at my knees and started coming up the tops of my legs. They were setting me ablaze. I finally let go and followed his breathing. His hands reached the fold at my hips and spread wide over my abdomen, rising towards my breasts. My lungs filled with hot air as his hands split at my breasts and followed my ribs under my arms. When they made their way around to my back, he squeezed at my shoulder, digging into the space between my shoulder blades with his thumbs. My whole body was on fire at this point. I lowered my head and opened my eyes and a drop fell off the tip of my nose onto the boulder between my legs. I couldn't believe it - I was sweating.
"Continue to breathe as I do," he said. In his next exhale, he let out a low moan. On the next breath, I harmonized with him. Our sounds seemed shockingly loud in this otherwise completely silent desert.