It always seems inevitable that a man's mind wanders back to one of the finest things in the universe – a woman. If a man is lucky, he will find a woman with whom to spend his life who can endlessly occupy his mind, spirit, and body. If the woman is lucky, her man will do the same for her. Often, while searching for the 'one', others will move briefly through our existence like ships passing on a calm sea or even some like a proverbial hurricane. All of them, though, invariably leave some mark on us. Those marks may be new, insatiable passions, emotional scars, or even physical scars. We will carry those memories for the rest of our lives.
I have many fond memories of the women who have been a part of my life and I hope they will remember me with equal fondness. As a young man, I treasured the physical passion. As the years have passed, I have come to value the true meaning of passion – sharing a lifetime of experiences with a mate. I still, however, remember those wild days of youth with satisfaction.
There was one brief encounter that will never escape my memory. I was a young and impressionable nineteen-year-old when I spent a night with Sandy. We met after work at a popular singles (or at least for some) bar. I was looking for knowledge and she knew how to teach.
She was slender with auburn hair and eyes of blue that could look somewhere into the depths of your soul. She had an air about her that bespoke elegance without pretense. To look simply at her physical appearance would reveal nothing extraordinary. Yet to be close to her and watch her for a time would take your breath away. To talk with her revealed an emotional depth and understanding that spanned many lifetimes. She could converse on many subject with authority, yet would never do so with condescension. She could bring you to the point of ultimate excitation or sooth a broken heart with a glance. You could fall into her eyes as deeply as they could see into your very soul. She could occupy a man for a lifetime, but would never stay with anyone for very long. Our short time together will be the happiest regret I shall ever have.
We met by chance when our friends got up to dance and left us at the bar. I started the usual small talk and she soon suggested we move to a table. After what seemed like a short time everyone was leaving and the bar was closing. We weren't ready to end things yet, so we left in my truck and talked while we drove. The conversation spanned over a hundred miles. Somewhere in the darkness we stopped driving and kept talking under the stars in a meadow at the center of a small wood. I can think of more romantic accoutrements than the bed of a pickup truck, but the view of a starry summer sky is the best aphrodisiac I know. As the evening air became brisk we drew nearer to each other. I held her head gently to my chest as we talked, stroking her short, silken hair. The conversation turned to our past relationships, including what we remember best among them. It didn't take long before we found common ground; we both enjoyed a variety of pleasures and little inhibition in finding new ones. She asked if I was married or involved and I happily replied no to both. This was my mistake – I didn't ask a reciprocal question.
She moved up to me and I melted when her velvety lips touched mine. I felt a warm wave move across me. I remember I even physically shuddered. She giggled and forged ahead at a steady pace, our kissing becoming more passionate. I soon forgot being surprised and became aroused. She made my whole body hard. Sandy had a way about her, or perhaps it was just how I felt about how she felt in my arms. I did my best grizzly bear bit pulling her close to me and nuzzling about her neck. I caressed her supple nape and peppered it with kisses. Her scent was soft and inviting. Her body was not hard, but firm and yielding. She wasn't a girl of her twenties, but a had a passionate way that any younger woman would envy.
