I first saw Rylee in Harrogate, Yorkshire, we were both attending the annual meeting of our Professional Nursing Organization and were, quite separately, viewing the Sales Exhibition. Quite obviously of West Indies origin, this woman captured my attention like an electromagnet, so stunningly beautiful I harboured an instant need to feel myself naked against this dark Mona Lisa! I could not help but follow her around for a short while. I didn't want to follow for long as I didn't want my presence to become invasive and therefore obvious. I picked up way too many product brochures and samples and had to leave, not only because I had followed far too long but the weight of my samples had become quite excessive and I was relieved when I came across a litter bin in which to dump all this "Stuff!" Phew,
Later I came to learn that her name was Rylee, and that she hailed from Barbados. Her soft skin browned to a bronzie glow which was just beautiful, with a face that simply exuded an enrapturing smile. Her eyes were such a dark brown that in some lights they almost appeared black, and the way in which she made them up, it was a though they were pools deftly ensnaring you, drawing you, ensnaring you like a skilled fly fisherman smoothly casting a line and capturing any object of her desire.
All this facial beauty poised above a svelte neck that cried out to be kissed and sensually feasted upon; a neck, a body, an image that within a crowded room overwhelmingly set her apart. Her poised composure, her shape, her personality all came together in a form of exquisite feminine beauty. Her breasts bloomed above an abdomen displaying a waistline curvature that could only have been created by Michael Angelo, a curve that as it descended swept backward into a line that swept downward in a perfectly symmetrical arc prescribing a perfectly formed arse more magnetic to the eye than I have ever before experienced, a line which then glided any observer down to admire legs so perfectly, so beautifully formed and so perfectly balanced on a pair of snake skin, high heel shoes in which she would walk with a light grace. Damn if I tried those, I'd be flat on my arse in no time!
Accompanied by that radiant smile, this amazing beauty held a presence of accomplished confidence, a look which caused the word unique to flash through my mind, but a word that somehow seemed inadequate to appropriately describe this astonishing image of perfect Sapphic beauty. A beauty who as she moved through the exhibition hall caused eyes to follow her every movement, mine own included as I surreptitiously followed her to a point well beyond that of which I ought. As I stood at an exhibit adjacent to whichever she was visiting I came to find that this Black Mona Lisa could readily hold her own in any conversation, she was an accomplished professional and her obvious knowledge was accompanied by an outstanding and outgoing personality which complimented her bright, effusive and intelligent mind. This amazing beauty was not only smart, she just leaked sexuality, so for me, finding her, that same evening, sitting beside me at the bar of a lesbian club, her presence gave me the surprise of my life, and left me reeling in thought, my mind spinning with a need to open a conversation, but how?
Beating me to the punch, her voice suddenly ricocheted through my mind:
"Hi, I'm Rylee and you are?"
"Hello, I'm Aimie. Rylee; now there's a name I have never come across before, it's really nice and seems to just fit on you!"
Rylee laughed:
"It's a family name which had not been used for a couple of generations until my Dad reincarnated it, and yes, I happen to like it."
Without a pause she went on: "Your glass is empty, what are you drinking?"
"Malt Scotch with a splash; thank you"
"A Splash?"
I smiled:
"Yes, just a splash of water in the Scotch."
"I see, well here goes, 'a splash' OK!"
As she ordered the drinks from the sensually clad, bow-tied Bar-girl, the innuendo of her tone as she said 'Splash' did not go unnoticed, and as she gave me my drink I responded with one of my own:
"Mm, a nice 'SPLASH' can make all the difference in the right situation..."
It was a response which brought a smile to her face as she responded:
"Yes, I'm sure it can; as you say; in the right situation."
As we sipped our drinks our eyes contacted as we looked over the rim of our glasses. They were looks that said everything. Placing my glass on the bar, I looked toward her and slowly wiped the left corner of my mouth with my right middle finger whilst evocatively running my tongue along the inside of my upper lip. The ball, I signaled, is now in your court.
"Dance?"
She inquired as a slow rhythm came from the DJ.
"Mm, yes, love to."
As we mingled into the ever increasing crowd of seductive women now filling the floor, our bodies came easily together. Breasts met breasts as we each wrapped our arms around the other. Heads lent easily onto shoulders only to slowly move into the alcove of the others neck, soft lips each delivering a slow, enticing kiss, each dwelling in that arena of bodily contact unquestionably sending the unspoken signal; the mutual message of:
"Yes; I want you!"
In time with the music, hands began to wonder over the other in sexually charged feelings of exploration! Who was going to voice the invite first; who was going to break away from the sensual writhing of our bodies gliding together in that dance of mutually exquisite seduction; each demanding the other to make the first move! Hands continued to touch and squeeze which ever area they were in. Finger nails glided across the arse of the other then continued their journey and unspoken invitation up the sides of curved waistlines until they contacted and momentarily paused against the edges of the others breasts as we now dared to push our mounds closer each writhing against the other, each transferring to the other the sensations of sapphic need. Heat which we both knew only comes with the increasing wet wantonness of desire, and yes; lust. As our dance progressed we were each feeling the ever increasing hardening of the others nipples, causing us to dance with ever increasing closeness. Each engendered by the ever increasing audacity of the other to openly kiss necks and ears and eyes until; as the music knowingly came to its final phrases of melody, finally, we kissed. Oblivious to those around us we kissed with wanton open mouthed passion, relishing not only in the feel of the other, but also in the taste of our combined tongues and saliva. As the music stopped the unspoken challenge had been voiced:
"How about we get out of here?"
It was Rylee who had broken first; I gloried in my self-appointed victory as I responded:
"Your Hotel or mine and only if you're going to make love to me?"
Rylee, pulled me sharply toward her, looked deep into my eyes and in her quiet, yet unequivocal West Indian accent, stated:"
"Make love to you? Aimie honey, I'm going fuck you till you drop... Mine... Now!"
Finishing our drinks in a single gulp, we entwined our arms and sauntered out to the Door-lady.
Door-lady! Oh no this masculine dyke was more bouncer than the former for which she was attired. Rylee slipped her a fiver, the dyke turned, whistled, and a Taxi immediately came to a stop at our feet. Door-lady opened the Taxi door for us and we left for adventures yet to be discovered.
Some would say one body is the same as any other, they of course would be wrong. Yes all the parts are there but it is how they are put together, and how they are utilised and displayed that makes all the difference. Believe me, on Rylee their display was worthy of the world's most gorgeous models, and in the hours that were to follow this woman and I came to epitomise the meaning of sensory sexual union.
As we got into the Lift, anticipating a bit of a snog on the way up to her floor, we were frustrated by an elderly couple who got on and were going to a floor above us. Polite hellos were followed by a quiet still as we ascended to an arena which we knew was going to produce a night to remember! Alighting the lift Rylee took my hand and our fingers entwined. Without a word being said we cheerfully sauntered to the corridors end and Rylee opened the door to our theatre of love.
As the door closed behind me Rylee stood in front of me looking me up and down as though we had just met.