They had known each other for what seemed like an eternity. Nothing was hidden or left unsaid between them. This lead to a strong, albeit rocky friendship at times. They both had their own lives and families, but they always managed to stay in touch. Years would sometimes pass before they could see or even call, but time never weakened the bond. Now as luck would have it, they once again are united, as she was coming to town for a business convention. She is everything he wants in a woman and lover, but at the same time, they both know that it would never work out as a long-term relationship. Neither gives in and their competitiveness tears at the fabric that defines the friendship.
A call to the cell phone and idle chat soon develop into a dinner invitation. They agree to meet at a local place that serves quality food and offers a place to relax and chat. As usual, he is early and finds her pulling into the parking lot as he is walking to the door. He waits for her, as his eyes widen to take in her form. She still takes his breath even after all these years.
"You going to just stare or are we going inside?"
They laugh and find a table near the back. The food is, as usual, very well prepared. Their conversation drifts form topic to topic. He cannot help but think about the past. He knows that what was can never be, but like a man dying of thirst he still wants to drink of her passion.
His gaze slowly inches over each inch of her body not covered by the table. Her soft gently lines and skin intoxicate him. He wants her, no needs her. Of all the lovers he has had, she stands out among them. Something about her beckons him like a moth to a flame. No one makes his blood burn with desire like she does.
Reaching for the last breadstick their hands meet briefly. It is as if a bolt of lightning shoots through him. Instantly he is taken back. That last kiss weighs heavily on his mind. Trying to follow the conversation is hard now.
All he wants is to take her, damn the consequences and morale dilemmas his hunger grows with each word from her delicate mouth. He can smell the sweetness of her skin. Want turns to need and need turns to unbridled lust. Her leg brushes against his and he jumps as if mule kicked.
"What is up with you, are you all right, you look like you are on trial for your life."
"S-sorry, I was just startled."
"Is something wrong you seem elsewhere tonight."
If he tells her she will leave and that will be the end of it, but it he lies she will probably see through his façade and leave too.
"I umm well it is my problem. I am sorry forgive me."
The finish dinner and stroll outside. The night air is warm and hints of rain.
"Would you like to walk along the river to burn off some of dinner she asks?"
He needs no prodding. The walk and talk and his hand brushes hers again. This time she takes it. The light is fast fading and a subtle glow illuminates the two against the water. His heart is hammering and he feels like he is floating. Does she know how her simple touch affects him? Does she care?
The path turns to into a wooded area. The sit on a bench and enjoy the cicada's nightly serenade. She is so close now, he wonders if she can sense his longing. A cool breeze spurred by the coming rain chills the air. She shivers only slightly.
"Here take my jacket, he offers."
She instead moves closer too him. Her hair fragrant with the smell of flowers and warm skin now ever so close to him. He looks into her eyes and becomes intoxicated with lust.
"Your eyes speak of naughty things she giggles."
"What are you talking about?"
"You think I did not notice your swollen cock pressing against your trousers."
Now he was caught. Like a treed bear, he had nowhere to hide. I am sorry I just can't help it, was all he could reply. She smiled and moved her hand over his cock. Her grip was firm as she gently stroked his cock. "You like this don't you."
"Yes, I do, you feel so good and know just what drives me mad."