The kids have long since gone to bed. We sit about the living room having enjoyed a nice meal out. We sip our drinks and talk. The conversation growing more and more comfortable as we all settle in. Yet, despite the laughter and ease there is still something hanging out there. A certain feeling in the air that’s at once dangerous and exciting yet soothing and inviting. Like a mystery begging to be solved.
We’re all very aware of the feeling. Catching each other’s glances from time to time. Eyes meeting briefly. Eyes that now have a special shimmer. The kind of shimmer that can only come from excited anticipation. We tell stories of days past yet floating in all our minds is the knowledge that this is just superficial. Our own minds screaming at us to just get on with it.
You and Stacy sit beside each other on our over-stuffed dark brown sofa. I sit across the room in my green wingback chair, quietly watching and sipping my beer. The two of you like school girls as you talk, laugh, giggle. I notice Stacy lightly slap you’re thigh, her hand lingering for a moment, “Tessa…you’re bad!” as you tell a story of a prank you once pulled. You too are very aware of the brief touch. A touch that may well go unnoticed in a different time, different place. A touch many would simply dismiss. But a touch that to the intuitive speaks volumes. The subtle touch of a woman. The touch of my wife.
And so I watch. Each of you touching one another’s shoulders as you say, “Oh wait, wait. There was this one time...” Then more laughter. The touching becoming more frequent and lasting longer each time. You’re now very comfortable with one another and the sexual tension in the room is almost tangible.
Stacy gets up to use the bathroom and you and I are left alone.
“You’re awful quiet over there
Hitcock
!” You say, purposely using my screen name.
“Just watching and listening dear.”
“Oh yeah? And what are you seeing and hearing?” You ask, intentionally yet cautiously turning the conversation toward what is really on your mind.
“Ohhhh I’m seeing a lot more than may you realize.”
“Like what?” Your eyes casting down slightly, nervously. You can’t believe you’re feeling giddy and nervous. You curse yourself in your mind but know you’re hopelessly lost to the moment.
I hear Stacy returning and my only reply to you is warm smile and a wink.
Stacy steps back into the room saying, “Okay you two are quiet. What did I miss?”
“Tessa was just telling me she’d be more comfortable naked is all.”
“I DID NOT!” you retort with a laugh.
“Well you didn’t say it out loud but you said it all the same.”
“Be nice!” Stacy says with a laugh and slap on my shoulder.
Stacy returns to sit by you. Each of us secretly happy that the plane has been broken. Knowing that we’ve now crossed over the line and are well on our way to taboo exploration.
As the two of you discuss what a “horn dog” I am, I rise and ignite the oil lanterns hanging on the walls. Then turn and extinguish the harsh light of the electric lamps. It takes a second or two for your eyes to adjust. The flames flicker and shadows dance across the deep golden walls of our living room.
I retreat to another room to search out some scented candles. When I return I find you and Stacy very close together. Lightly kissing one another and softly touching. I’m not sure who made the first move or exactly what happened, but I’m certainly glad it did.
I take off my shirt and return to my chair. Watching the two of you and allowing you to explore. I can feel the nervous tension emitting from your bodies as you ease into the moment.
Stacy pushes your shoulder and you respond by easing back against the couch. Your mind is whirling with thoughts yet they seem to be somewhat fuzzy. A more basic and simpler thought taking center stage in your mind. The thought that you are extremely turned on.
Stacy moves closer, almost on you as she gently cups your soft cheek. Her lips purse and she kisses your own. Her perfume filling your mind. You’re amazed at what is happening, amazed more that you want it and want it badly. She places soft kisses all around your face. Your cheeks, your lips, your head, randomly moving about.
She kisses down over your chin and onto your neck. Your head eases back and rests on the sofa as you surrender yourself to her. Her kisses grow more aggressive as she now begins to suck and nibble at your neck. She continues to pleasure your sensitive flesh with her mouth as her hand snakes up your leg. Up the inside of your thigh, rubbing hard as it glides upward over the denim of your jeans. Coming oh so close to your center. Your legs opening slightly in anticipation of her touch. Yet she slides her hand just beside it and continues up your belly.