(Extract from 12.05.01)
Thoughts sometimes become thoughtfalls, like a rush of water that cannot be denied. One day I may let you read this, if...
...We decide on a neutral place about halfway between Virginia and Ohio. We pick a local dive, a run-of-the-mill honky tonk. I am wearing my black suede mid-way up the thighs skirt, black hose, black heels and a real pretty, satiny sheer red blouse. Not so sheer as to see through, just very feminine. Underneath I have on black bikinis, black half-slip and a black bra.
It is early. I pull up to this bar and am somewhat nervous. I walk through the door and see you right away, the only customer, leaning with your back up against the bar. You have jeans and a really nice shirt on and look so good to me. The bartender is polishing glasses obsessively and not paying any attention to what is going on.
I walk up to you and say, "Hi babe." You reply, "Hi Baby." You reach out to hug me and I fall into your arms. You push some hair away from my face and kiss me on my cheek. We hold one another like this for a few minutes without saying a word.
You were already drinking a beer. Eventually the bartender comes up to me and asks if I want one. I order a 7 and 7. We have so much to say to one another and both start to talk at the same time about how we had waited so long for this to happen, about making the most of the short time we have together. Somewhere in the middle of our conversation you bend down and kiss me ever so sweetly on my lips. I kiss you back in the same manner. It feels so good to have your lips on my mouth. You have your arms around me and mine are around you. Up until now I have only imagined how this would feel and now I know. It's so good when you hold me and kiss me this way.
We walk over to the jukebox and decide on some tunes, all different kinds of tunes. We dance slowly; we dance the two-step, we dance to rock and roll and we dance the boot-scootin boogie. My favorite is dancing slowly with you. While we dance you hold me, I hold you, we kiss and we kiss and we cannot get enough of one another. You put your hands down on my ass and it feels so good. I put my hands on your ass and love the feel of it. You pull me very, very close into your body and I can feel your hard cock. We dance and hold each other like this for quite some time, all the while kissing passionately, tongues seeking each other's mouths. I want you so bad. You continue to pull me closer and closer to you. I feel as if we are one. I hold you tight against me as well. I want you to be part of me. We are totally unaware of anything going on around us. We are there together, just you and I.
For whatever reason we finally realize that the music has stopped. We walk over to the bar and order another drink. Seems as if the only time the bartender acknowledges our presence is when we need him to. It is almost as if he doesn't really exist. We also notice that there are still no other customers, besides us.