The crowd at the outdoor concert was wild. The bands were fantastic and the air contained the scent of marijuana and orchids. The orchid scent came from the long, flowing hair of the three girls in front of me.
My friends had drifted into the ocean of people and had missed out on the sight of these lovely girls gyrating to the music. Their long hair had danced in unison and their butts swayed sensually.
The last band had finished their encore and the volume changed from ear splitting to tolerable. I followed the girls towards one of the exits, hoping I would spot my friends on the way out. The chances were slim to none of that happening, so I thought I might as well enjoy the view of my three angels.
The crowds thinned out, most heading south, while I followed the girls towards the river. Joggers and cyclists frequented this path, but it was particularly quiet this late afternoon.
The trees on one side thickened and I continued following the path's gentle curves and ups and downs. I stayed a short distance behind. I didn't want to scare them, or have them think I was some kind of pervert. Suddenly, one of the girls turned her head and stopped. The other two stopped and turned around to look at me.
I felt like a voyeur that had just been discovered.
The girl in the middle said, "Were you at the concert? Are you following us?"
My cheeks flushed red and I dumbly nodded my head.
"Did you like the concert? Are you enjoying the view?" another asked.
"Yes, to both," I said.
"The view of the river or the view of our butts?" the third asked.
Before I could respond, all three turned, laughed and wiggled their asses. Nature made guys drool over a shapely butt and girls knew how to play that to their advantage. Damn, I wish I was born a girl.
They veered right at a branch on the path and I continued following the river until it joined with a small bridge. I was miles from home and buses along this route were few and far between.
A motorcyclist passed and it would have been nice to hitch a ride with him. A sports car flew by minutes later. An old guy out for a drive. Must have been a retirement gift to himself. It should have been me, not him driving that car. Instead of that, I'm wearing out my shoes on this trek home.
A black car slowly passed and pulled up along the side of the road. I walked to the passenger side and peered in as the window lowered.
"Need a ride?" the man behind the wheel asked.
I was about to say no, but I was parched and there was still a long way to go. The man appeared to be in his late 30's, his hair was light brown and nicely styled. His smile warm and friendly.
"Sure."
It was nice to sit down and the air conditioning felt great.
He pulled onto the road and turned down the radio's volume. "How'd you end up in the middle of nowhere?"
"I was at a concert and got separated from my friends."
We spoke for a while and he seemed like a really nice guy. He was married and had two kids and his Sunday afternoon ritual was to drive along the river, stop along the way and meditate by the river. I had read a little about mediation, and tried it a few times, but my mind wandered like crazy so I stopped doing it.
"There's a nice spot up here. Would you mind if I stopped for ten minutes and meditated?" the man asked.
His name was Brian and I responded, "It's fine. Maybe you could give me a few tips and I could try and meditate as well."
"It would be my pleasure. It's great for the mind and soul. Allows you to blank out the world and all of life's pressures."
I thought, there's only one thing I want to block out, the struggle I have with my sexuality. I love the female form, yet I get so totally aroused at seeing a guy in a shower. "Life looks pretty good for you," I said. "You've got a nice car and you said your wife and kids are fantastic."
"I am fortunate," he replied. "My wife is way too good for me and my kids are angels ... most of the time. But, we've all got our secrets. Secrets that are too embarrassing to tell."
I was about to ask more, but we turned into a small lot and he shut off the engine.
"There's a spot that's incredibly beautiful and perfect for meditating. I'm sure you'll love it."
I followed him down a lightly used path and the view was spectacular. There were small islands dotting the middle of the river and rolling hills on the far shore. He led me to a small clearing and we sat cross-legged on a soft bed of grass.
"Breathing plays a big part in meditating," he said. "At first, take a few deep breaths and then breathe normally. Feel the air coming in and then feel it flow out. Concentrate on your breathing and if your mind wanders, just try to ease your thoughts back to your breathing."
"You make it sound easy. Trying to focus my mind has never been easy."
"Close your eyes and give it a try. Don't have any expectations and practicing on a regular basis helps."
I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. My mind drifted from time to time, mostly with images of the three girls and their smoking hot bodies. Control wasn't one of my strong suits, but I was able to re-focus on my breath a few times.
Sounds became sharper and they seemed to flow through me. I loved how they came and slowly drifted away.
The sun shining down had an amazing warmth and it was like being painted in a coat of golden bliss. My moment of bliss vanished when I felt a hand on my thigh. It made me jump slightly. For a moment I thought of moving it away, but my mind went back to my breath.
