He didn't know the exact moment it occurred. The first time he sensed that there was something special about this lady. Just the thought of her lured him closer. There was something that would lessen his innate shyness and make him forget that she was not a part of his world. Smiling he thinks not yet, not just yet.
He felt as if he were divided between doing the right thing or satisfying that hunger for the feelings in his soul. The conversations were innocent at first, casual and easy chatting of two people getting to know each other. They shared common ideals, wishes and dreams. But at some point his feelings altered. He went from genuine concern for her well being to wanting to affect that well being, in a positive manner. Something deeper than conversation could quench. But their common circumstances dictated their relationship should go no further. However much they needed the joy and stimulation of something far greater.
Whenever he talked to her, spent a few moments with her, he felt a stimulating and delightful sense of arousal that her simple presence caused. They should simply depart from each others company and not complicate their lives. However, as time went on it was impossible to do so, to do so would deny the stars exist or the moon rise for lovers. This yearning for her mere presence was a storm brewing in his very soul. He took refuse in the anonymity of numbers and he hid among the many.
On that fateful afternoon he went downtown to take care of some mundane business, the very reason escaped him. She was window shopping along Main Street as he was going to his car. Pleasantries were exchanges and they strolled down the street. Her window shopping was forgotten, the warm sun and pleasant company had seen to that. As it always seemed to happen when she was near, mild flirtations, friendly smiles and a feigned frown every now and then marked their conversations.
Asking her where her car was parked he learned that she had been dropped off and that she was going to call a neighbor to come and get her. She hated driving downtown and hated finding a parking space worse. But she loved the old shopping section and visited there often. Without thinking, or was it something subliminal, he offered her a ride home and was pleasantly surprised with the ease at which she accepted. The ride home was a bit awkward for him but her light conversation put him at ease. Pulling in her driveway he noted the absence of another car. Her response was that her car was in the garage and the other car that was usually there wasn't. Not wanting to walk on those egg shells, he exited his side. Opening her door he was about to wish her a good day when she asked if he would like to come in and have a cool drink. He remembered he stammered rather than spoke but the answer was yes.
Following her up the steps to the front door first he noticed how well her shorts accentuated her form, her smooth legs, in proportion to the whole frame and how incredibly sexy she walked. He covered these thoughts with light banter about the neighborhood and such. He did notice she scanned the whole street from one side to the other with a measured intent. Once inside she turned to him and with a sweep of her arm motioned him in. It was at that instant that he realized how incredibly sensuous she was. He had always appreciated the latent eroticism of her mind but now he saw a convergence of mind and body into one wonderfully sexy person. It was if he were seeing the whole of her for the first time. She is slightly shorter than average height and it belied the energy her dark eyes foretold.
She ushered him to the kitchen where the drinks waited and suddenly stopping short. He nearly bumped into her. Turning around she is almost uncomfortably close. Uncomfortable that is for someone else, he wanted to be even closer. She asked something about the type of drink he fancied but he didn't hear. He was drinking in her beauty and had no use for liquid. Instinctively she understood that he had other things on his mind and she flushed a slight red in the cheeks. However, she didn't move or speak, or look away. Her only move was to sweep her hair aside and stand her ground. Leaning forward he kissed her, touching her only with his lips, his hands never touching her. She pressed back against his lips and he heard an ever so slight moan. Standing straight she wheeled around and continued her banter from the exact place she stopped, neither acknowledging nor denying that the short kiss had occurred.
Walking into the kitchen, she sensed a yearning within, feelings she hadn't had in quite sometime. Dismissing the sensations as foolishness, she opened the refrigerator door and peered within. "Hmmm, coke, iced tea, or lemonade" she said, as much to herself as to him. His mind is still a bit flustered, not sure if she approved or rejected the incident occurring just seconds ago, "iced tea" will do fine. "It has no sweetener, but I do use fresh mint."
"Just the way I like it," he said. When she turned to hand him the cold tea she had a smile that he'd never seen on her before. He was sure it was because of the tiny kiss but couldn't think of a way to follow up on that. She swept her hair over one ear and invited him to sit in the den. The room is large and airy with many places to sit but she suggested he sit on the overstuffed sofa. Instead of sitting he looked over at her with a soft smile captivated by what he had seen in her eyes. Wanting to make some sort of physical contact with her, he reached out his hand, indicating his desire for her to sit near him. Taking the proffered hand she glided next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said 'thank you'. "Are you always so mannerly?" she asked. A bit flustered he said "of course."
