I closed the French doors shutting out the noise of the party behind me, then took a sip of my sangria and walked out on to the deck outside. The flavors of the ice cold drink swirled over my tongue and teased my senses. The night's cool air felt good against my skin. I sat my drink down on a table near a chase lounge chair then took a deep breath in. I released the cleansing breath, letting out the stress of the evening.
Just as I was getting a little relaxed while taking in the beauty of the night, I heard sounds of the party again. I turned around and the deep brown eyes of a truly handsome black man captured me. He had dark skin, smooth like Godiva chocolate with lips thick as sweet molasses. I gazed at his stride, strong and confident. His body exuded such sensuality that simultaneously provoked divinity and purgatory.
The handsome gentleman smiled, I smiled back with lust in my eyes. I picked up my glass and took another sip of my sangria, the flavors tasted just a little sweeter.
"You know, I really love nights like this. Feeling the warm summer air, the bright full moon up in the sky and the lighting bugs flickering in the distance darkness. Makes you really appreciate life, you feel like you can talk to any body about any thing," I spoke to him as he walked closer.
"Really, talk about what?" He asked.
"Things you can say to a stranger."
He chuckled a little and looked up to the moon.
"You know, when there is no past there is no guilt." I took a few steps away from him and leaned against the railing of the deck. "Have you ever made love to a perfect stranger"?
"Now you're teasing me," he followed me and stood about a foot behind me.
I looked over my left shoulder and grinned. "I believe I am."
"Well, no not exactly. Do you mean someone I wouldn't know at all," he questioned me.
"That's kind of sad."
"That's sad, you think?" he looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face.
My head turned back around and I looked up into the night before speaking again. "Because there is all of nothing more exciting than fucking someone you don't know."
He laughed.
"Right," I quickly replied. "You don't know their name; you only know their face, their body."
"So I guess, I shouldn't ask your name."
I looked back over my shoulder and smiled. "You know what, in a little while. I have to go back into that party."
"And?" he interrupted.
I turned back and looked up at the moon. I felt him move a little closer to me, his cologne teased my senses. I breathed in the essence of his sexy scent before speaking again. "I have to go back in there, stand next to my husband and smile like I'm having a good time. Mingle with all of his friends and business partners. You know." I paused for a moment to take another sip of my sangria. "Today is my fucking birthday, and I'm stuck here at this glorified business meeting. Not one of my friends is here at this party, not one."
"I'm sorry," he put his hand on my shoulder to comfort me. He hand was smooth, warm, and soothing to my skin.
"Don't be. It's okay. You know what the worst part is? He won't even look at me, and he won't notice I'm not wearing a bra under this dress."
"No bra?"
"Nope, no panties either,"
"Oh man, no underwear," I could hear the grin on his face without seeing it.
"No, not tonight. Like I said, it's my birthday." I smirked sarcastically.
"Wow, I feel sad for this poor man who can see his wife's hidden talents."