The night was hot. There was some humidity in the air, but that was to be expected, after all it was August. The balcony of my house overlooked the Pacific Ocean, and the slight breeze felt good against my tingling skin. I knew he was coming tonight. I don't know how I knew, I just did.
The anticipation alone was almost enough to send shivers through me, despite the heat. After our last encounter, I couldn't possibly imagine it getting any better. His touch was like fire leaving his fingertips and piercing my skin. His dark eyes could set my soul on fire. The wisdom and depth they held told a thousand stories.
My heart was pounding, waiting, almost leaving me breathless. Every time I thought of him, I would get a quiver in my stomach. How could one kiss set me on fire like that? My hand instinctively rose to touch my lips. It was as if just touching them brought him back. I licked them in hopes of tasting him one more time. My teeth played with my bottom lip, while my tongue made little, almost imaginary circles. Oh, where that mouth had been and the things it had done. Was I blushing?
I looked at my watch. 9:30. He would come.
I leaned over the railing, just enough that my arms gently squeezed my firm breasts. The breasts that his mouth had covered, his teeth had teased, his touch had seared. My blouse was cut low, almost too low, and I glanced at my chest, rising and falling with each breath. When would he get here?
I turned to look at my reflection in the sliding glass door. I wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but I was worth a second look. I looked at my waist, my navel exposed just a bit by my short blouse. My skirt was short, but not too short. Would he know I wasn't wearing any panties? God, the thought of what he would do with his hands when he discovered that made me wet with desire. Who knew that fingers could do such wonderful things?
My reflection stared back at me, with a look I knew all too well. There was desire written all over my face. I bit my lower lip, almost afraid to recall all the details of our last encounter. Had it been a month already? He was so smooth, and seemed to know that I'd fall for him.
I had just finished my last set at the club. I had seen him there a few times before, always staring at me, with a kid of smirk on his face. I don't know why he chose that night to introduce himself to me though. I was always a little out of breath when I was done singing. It was a lot of work playing the sax and singing for three hours every night. But I wouldn't give it up for the world.
"You were wonderful, as usual," he said. "There's just something about your voice that is mesmerizing."
I had just come off the stage and was looking for a drink. "Thanks," I said, showing indifference.
"No, really, when you sing, it moves me. Wow, did I actually just say that?" He chuckled and his eyes lit up. I think that's what broke the ice. "At least let me buy you a drink."
"Deal."
We sat at the bar and talked for what seemed like hours. His intensity burned through me when he talked of serious things, but his humor caught me off guard. His laugh was the probably the sexiest sound I had heard in all my life. It was a genuine laugh that came from his heart. Life was too short to be serious, and next to music, my love was comedy. If I had a dime for every time someone told me I should be a comedienne, I wouldn’t need to work because I'd already be rich. Humor was always the first quality I looked for in a man. Next to a cute ass, of course.
Manny finally came up to us to let us know they were closing. He gave me a look that said, "Are you ok with this guy, or do you want me to get rid of him?" I winked at him and he smiled as he walked off.
"Do you need a ride home," he asked me. So, this was it, I thought. The moment of truth. I knew my car was parked out back, but something inside me told me that this was a once in a lifetime thing. Things like this don't happen to me. I figured I was destined to meet someone in the grocery store who had two kids from his previous marriage, who were now throwing Fruit Loops at each other in the grocery cart. He'd be an engineer or something that would keep him at work until 11 pm. I always had the worst luck with men. I felt like I was a magnet for the poor and down trodden. Guys with hard luck stories, or ones who were looking for laughs. Something was telling me this guy was different, and I'll be damned if I could tell you what it was. Gut instinct? That "woman's intuition" thing I'd heard all my life? I have no idea. I do know however, that a large contributing factor was the growing warmth between my legs every time I heard him laugh. I could see us being crazy together.
"Hello, is this thing on?" He was tapping an imaginary mike in his hand.
"Sorry, off in another world," I said looking away from his smile.
"I'm just offering a ride home, not a marriage proposal," he said. "At least not on the first date."
Ice broken once again, something came over me like a thin piece of gauze. "I'd really love a ride," I said. I was surprised that I could actually talk while holding my breath.
"Great, my Pacer is parked out front."
Well that did it. I stopped dead in my tracks finally realizing my self-fulfilled prophecies always seemed to come true.
"Geez, you're gullible," he laughed as he took my hand, moving me from my rooted position.
"G'night Manny," I said and I waved to the bartender/owner of the club.
"Night, doll. Be safe." Ah, Manny where would I be without him? But that's another story for another time.
Seeing as there were only three cars left in the lot, and one extremely inebriated female trying to convince her friend that she was fine to drive by one of them, I narrowed his car down to the Lexus, or the Mazda 626. Please be the Lexus, I thought.
Sure as anything he gets out his keys to the pristine Lexus with leather interior. When did I become so material? God, the leather felt good against my bare legs. The car smelled like his cologne. Sexy.
He drove me home, with me muttering out directions. I kept thinking of what I was doing. In this day and age, one can never be too sure. AIDS, serial killers, rapists. Oh please be normal, I thought.
The coastal drive was short, I didn't live too far away from the club, and we pulled into my drive. My heart was pounding with anticipation. What now? Do I kiss him good night? Shake his hand? Oh, yeah, that had loser written all over it. Without thinking, I leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. I could feel his breath, smell his skin and see his desire. He turned his face and held it inches from mine. My move, I liked that. He wasn't going to make me do something I didn't want. I looked down at his pants, only to see his erectness. That did it. I slowly cupped his face with my hands and kissed his incredible lips. I was almost startled at how hot they were. But a wave of desire had taken over my mind and I couldn't control myself.
I parted his lips with my tongue and felt his teeth, slightly parted. His tongue moved ever so slowly into my waiting mouth and a small moan escaped my lips. At that instant, I knew I wanted him. Like I've never wanted anything before in my life. It was all I could do to not jump over onto his lap. Damn gearshift.
Without notice, he pulled back. What was wrong? I had a stick of gum while we were at the bar. Was I that bad? But one look into his eyes told me I was that good. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I went wet with desire.
"Come in with me," I said.
"No, not tonight." Morals? I meet a guy I want to go to bed with and he has morals? Just my luck. But I could tell that it was killing him to say it. I took my hand and gently reached over to touch his totally erect penis. I slowly massaged it, as he leaned back and closed his eyes. I could hear his breath getting heavier and was wondering what he was thinking. Certainly not baseball.
"Come in with me," I said again, this time barely an audible whisper. His eyes slowly opened, almost black with intensity. I looked directly into them and nodded.
"Are you sure?" he asked. It almost seemed to pain him as he said it, but I knew that I had never been more sure of anything.
Still looking in his eyes, I reached and grabbed the door handle. I opened the door and started to slide out, without taking my eyes off his. Once out of the car, I started heading up my walkway. I figured the ball was in his court and if he wanted to follow, he could. I opened my front door without looking back. Once inside, I turned to see if he had gotten out of the car or not.
The car was empty and a warm feeling crept over me as I watched him walk up to my house. My hands were shaking slightly as I removed the key from the lock and stood aside to let him in. The lights were off, but there was a soft glow from the moon. The entire side of the house that faced the ocean was windows, so I could see well enough inside. I reached for the light switch, but his hand slowly came down on mine, and he shook his head ever so slightly. I had to admit that if ever there were a picture perfect setting, this was it. That was one of the reasons I had bought this house.
My mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Was I insane? At that moment I didn't care. He was looking at me with eyes so intense they almost hurt to look at. So I turned my gaze downward. His black shirt was tucked into his jeans, so I gently reached my arms around his back and began to pull his shirt out. I noticed his cowboy boots. Was this guy from a dream, or what?
We inched our way to the sofa, all the while my hands were on his muscled back, feeling every inch of his skin that I could. Shirt finally untucked, in one swift movement of his arms, it was off and on the floor. Good, he was stunning. I gasped slightly at the sight of his washboard stomach. The word Adonis crept into my head. This was not happening to ME! Ah, but it was, and I was going to savor every moment of it.
My hands next went to his waist, where I undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped his pants. My deft little fingers seemed like they had done this a hundred times. I thought I would just look at him. I could see his white BVD's that were bulging with his manhood. Had I ever wanted something so bad? I couldn't help but reach down and touch it. I felt like a little girl set free in a candy store. I bit my lower lip, almost too hard. The pain made me look up at his face. The moonlight made his 5 o'clock shadow stand out, but it couldn't hide those haunting eyes.
