The dictionary says that a revelation is a surprising and previously unknown fact, especially one that is made known in a dramatic way.
Not long ago I had one of these revelations. It has changed my life.
It all started in late summer. I was being a bit flirty with the husband of some of our sailing friends. It wasn't a full on flirt. I didn't do anything over the top or too obvious. Like I said, I was just being kind of flirty with the man. I shouldn't have been doing this. I should have been a good girl. You see, James is married, and so am I.
I couldn't help myself. It just happened. There was something about James that attracted me to him. I think it was mostly the way he looked at me we talked. It was like in that one brief moment I was the only person on earth that mattered. I am pretty sure that's what got this whole thing started.
Then there was that look. That coy little look that came with a sly smile whenever his head turned my way. You know, the kind of look from a man that somehow makes you want to play with your hair. Well he had those looks and it seemed like whenever he was around I ended up playing with my hair a lot.
There was also the touching. Lots of touching. James seemed to love my shoulders. He would always try to touch them when he talked to me, even when our spouses were around. It was the sort of touch one would expect when someone is making a point, but his touch always felt more personal and came with that coy smile.
I started going sleeveless whenever I knew James was coming over. Being sleeveless seemed to invite him to touch me even more. It also invited him to stand behind me and give quick sensual shoulder rubs, especially when he was asking if I wanted more wine or something.
All those little touches made me want to touch him back, and I probably did. I don't specifically remember putting my hands on his shoulders. I don't even remember touching him. All I knew is that I couldn't stop smiling and didn't want him to stop.
Then came the hip bumping. That was on me. I started that one. Whenever he was close by I would pretend he was in my way and would jokingly bump him from where he was standing with my hip. I suppose I really wanted to bump into him with something else, but using that particular body part on him would have gotten me in hot water with my husband.
What really got things going between James and I was the day we were all standing around talking about our recent trips. While my husband was going on and on, James casually stepped up close and smiled at me. Then he reached up and brushed my hair aside as his longing eyes met with mine. His fingertips lightly stroked the side of my face, and I lightly quivered. Then he paused for a moment before running his fingers through my hair, acting as if there had been something there that needed brushing away.
I expected Tom, that's my husband, to come unglued. James had all but kissed me right there in front of him, but he was completely oblivious. Tom just went on and on with his ridiculous story as if nothing had happened. All my husband had to do was look at my nipples and he would have known how James' touch affected me, but he didn't even bother. James looked though, and he didn't have any trouble seeing what his actions did to me. Then he just stood there and smiled about it.
After that day James seemed to touch me more than ever. There was still the gentle hand on my arm whenever he wanted my attention, and the brief shoulder rubs when he asked if he could get me something. But now I felt his hand low on my back wherever he needed to get by, and that hand would linger at my waist as long as it could while he passed by.
