No one word could be used to describe how they felt towards each other, the spark between them was ever-present and translated into so many other feelings; lust, fire, “juice,’ and passion coupled with a respect and near admiration for each other.
So strange to look at another and see so much of one’s own self staring back, at times, perhaps, almost unnerving. In some strange, maybe funny way, it reminded him of the story of Narcissus; staring into the pool at his own reflection until he became so transfixed with the image of himself that it consumed him.
That probably is not a fair comparison but, the first that comes to mind.
They were not consumed, but the way they bantered about, verbal jabs, blocks, crosses and counter-moves exhibited a dynamic between them that was challenging, compelling, testing yet, never mean-spirited. It was more like a dance between to creatures, equals, who were each moving about, twisting, turning and gyrating around their “opponent” in this intricate dance that served more to exercise some hidden muscle rather than for one or the other to win. Although she always saw fit to taunt him with her usual, ”You do know that I am in control, right?”
If the words were spoken by nearly anyone else, it would have quickly angered him and he could be quick to anger when provoked. Instead, it aroused him, invigorated him and usually inspired him to punctuate those moments with a kiss on her full, dark and delicious lips or, to caress her soft, fleshy frame – or both.
“In control? You? I guess so … if that’s what you need to believe” was the common retort – always delivered with a deep grin.
This dance was so common for them and always involved their intellect, their wit and their “charm.” There was something more to it as well. It ran deeper. It appeared as though it was how they broke the ice, set up the turf, if you will, before they dove in. It was fun to watch yet clearly not designed for anyone else but them to witness or experience. There was something strangely intimate about it too. That was so apparent.
He remembers the first time they met, at least met in the intimate sense, that is. After one dinner meeting to “check out the goods,” I think it’s referred to as “chemistry,” their next meeting was at his hotel suite.
From the very first encounter he found her to be very attractive. Her dark hair set against much fairer skin, dark eyes and an incredibly delicious mouth easily kept his attention. Her ease at navigating through their first conversation was something to see as well. It was clear that she had been here before. Her instincts sensed his nervousness and newness to this game. Over time, she skillfully moved between testing him, and running him through the paces juxtaposed against skillfully pulling him out in a seductive, playful and teasing way making him feel so much more at ease.
It was also clear from the outset that no subject was taboo here and neither wasted much time testing those waters either.
So many times that first night he heard the voices in his head loudly breath a sigh of relief that he had met his match – so rare an opportunity in so long a time – smart, funny, very delicious and a willing subject to play the game.
Although it took him some time to gain his footing in this very new territory, the emerging spark between them renewed his confidence and the fun and sparring began right there on that very first night.
I guess that first meeting set the stage for how they would connect and relate for some time to come.
As he watched her carefully, intently, that first night he also had no doubt it was the “the fire” in her, as much as the physical beauty that made him so aroused. Actually, throughout their first time together he found it so hard to focus on the conversation at hand with the distraction of his own arousal.
Her coolness, her control peppered with this almost-hidden innocence and sensuality only added fuel to his fire and furthered the distraction.
By night’s-end it was clear to both of them that meeting again was a given.
As fate would have it, he would be traveling on business and near her in the weeks ahead. They planned a rendezvous and that was the start.
They first met at his hotel suite. He had planned an elaborate and fun surprise for them – a silver tray laden with ice cream, fruit and the most sensual flowers of all, orchids. Although orchids are often seen by many as such a sensuous flower – often compared to a vagina in their physical appearance – the geek in him knew that their name actually came from the Latin Orchi – scrotum – but who was he to argue with such things? They were gorgeous no matter part of the human anatomy they resembled.
They spent hours that first afternoon talking and navigating their way through learning about each other in mundane ways, fun ways and setting the stage for what was to come.
Although his special surprise lay on the crisp, white linen sheets just a few steps away behind the suite’s bedroom door, it was apparent that the timing was such that waiting was the only way to travel here. That sense, coupled with her announcement that she “Hated surprises,” further delayed partaking in the pleasures of his special creation.
After awhile, however, he delicately broached the subject of at least taking a peek at it – no expectations or pressure – and she acquiesced.
After some seemingly innocent play-time with the fruit he knew he had to feel her full, fleshy lips. He leaned forward and initiated what slowly became a long, slow deep kiss. He kissed, nibbled and licked her lips. As she opened her mouth and took his tongue playfully and sensually into her own mouth, he felt every nerve in his body come alive in a way he hadn’t felt in a very, very long time.
What was once a dormant, barely-glowing ember of passion within him had suddenly been awakened and the fire began to grow. His groin ached and he felt the blood rush there and fill him in such a satisfying way. Yet at the same time, it was almost painful. It reminded him of times long ago in places so very far away where he learned the fine art of “pleasure in pain.” Those are times one does not forget so easily. In that remembrance he indeed found pleasure.
As she returned, and initiated, those deep, wet and sensuous kisses, she let out a quiet, yet distinct moan that vibrated and resonated in his mouth and all the way to his blood-filled and throbbing erection. He had to have her. From the pace and intensity of her kisses and touch, the desire was clearly mutual.
As they lay on the bed the kisses continued – lips, no, whole mouths, engaged in the play began to arouse her more intently as well. He could smell her scent now. That smell from a women’s body when she is aroused is so distinct yet, so hard to describe – it filled his nostrils and consumed him. He had such a nose for this scent. Once captured by it, this delicious and indescribable scent drove him. He had to taste her.
He kissed her neck, her face, her mouth in wave after wave of these passionate exchanges. What made him the craziest was her responsiveness, her sensuous assertiveness, her drive to please and be pleased – she was a willing participant and was fully engaged.
As he moved his lips and hands along her body away from her neck, he slowly and delicately kissed his way along her body – first, along her full breasts and large, dark brown nipples. They, too were so responsive and so very erect.
Raising her top to expose her stomach, he continued to kiss her north, south, east and west – every point of her stomach had to be kissed, licked and nibbled on. She was ticklish – not expected – he continued.
The further he went down, the stronger the scent was now. He could not stop himself. Unbuckling her belt, he slowly slid his hand down into her jeans. He moved beneath her underwear and she moaned and her body writhed at his firm but soft touch.
As he slid his hand further down, her stomach contracted in a welcoming way, making room for him to go further – a deep, dark welcoming tunnel of flesh and fabric with only his imagination to create what may lie at the end.
As he first stroked between her soft legs, he felt that she was very wet and he gently rubbed his fingers around her labia and clitoris. Her body moved under his hand like a snake on a hot, tepid day – moving slowly, deliberately from side to side. She moved like some beautiful and ancient creature engaged in a dance long-ago forgotten yet still alive in the souls of those who came after her for generations to follow. An ancient dance created to draw men into her – into to her in a way they could not escape once they began that journey.
They began to undress – shedding the only barriers that stood between them now. As her clothes came off what was revealed was a soft, sensuous body, Rubenesque in shape, fleshy in such a delicious way – such a refreshing departure from the soulless stick-figures he see in hordes each day on the streets of LA.
Now naked and fully exposed, he took time to kneel back, gaze at her for a moment from head to toe and take in her sensuousness, her readiness, he had to have her.
His first instinct was to taste her. At first she resisted. He could not imagine why. He could not restrain the thought in his head, “If she does not like this, I’m fucked and she’s crazy!” It was almost as of she read his thoughts, some thought that is, and she quietly indicated that after hours of driving she may not “be fresh.” He was puzzled. Obviously, she had never tasted what he had tasted and it was “not about fresh,” this was a primal act, one of submission and dominance all rolled into one for all involved.
He urged her to allow him to be the judge, as it were. She complied.
At first taste his whole mouth was ablaze with the consuming flavor of her. At this point she was so very wet and he easily imagined himself “drinking every last drop.” As he gently rolled his tongue and fingers around the outside of her now-swollen pussy, it seemed as though she had no regrets of her decision to let him continue. Her gentle moans gave him every indication that she was utterly enjoying this.
He slowly and deliberately quickened his pace of rolling his tongue around her fleshy labia and now-erect clitoris. As he quickened his pace her moans and pelvic movements matched his increasing intensity.
