Spring was finally in the air and the cold chill had made way for a warm tingle against my skin. Man the late evening sun on my skin was a welcome friend I missed so much.
Natasha and I stepped out of the car arriving at Marks birthday party.
Grabbing our bags from the boot filled with our share of the snacks and drinks for the evening's celebrations, we made our way into the barn where Mark had set up the festivities.
We made our way through a bunch of some familiar faces and some not so familiar towards the back end to where the table was set.
"Shall we just drop the bags here and go make our rounds? We'll unpack when we're done? " I said.
"Yeah, good idea." Natasha linked arms with me and bee lined towards Mark having a chat with the DJ.
I was first to grab Mark in a big bear hug. "Markie! Happy birthday! The place looks amazing." I said motioning around the room.
Natasha hugging her brother with her own wishes. "Happy birthday dude!"
"Ah thanks ladies." He beamed " Yeah, only took 4 hours to get the lights up but I think the end result was worth it." He was smiling proud of his hard work.
"Well, let us not keep you, get your things done and we chat a bit later." I gripped his arm in reassurance.
"Come Nats, lets go grab that drink."
We made our way back to the table after a few more greetings on the way. I had just opened my cider and took the first swig when I caught his eye.
From across the room he was staring fully into my soul. My heart quickened and my face blushed surely. Who was this man. I had never seen him before. He was taller than me by a head. Not exactly gym bunny but he definitely works out. I could tell by the beautiful definition of his arms and shoulders. Black jeans and black t-shirt. Dark hair and piercing dark eyes.
I caught myself daydreaming of his hands all of my body. Just utterly ravaging me. A deep lustful desire rushed through my blood, a feeling so primal I felt like it took everything in me not to leap through the crowd and grab him to me.
A slow smile formed his lips, it was as if he could read my thoughts.
"Fuck" I whispered breaking eye contact quickly. Trying to regain myself and pretend that didn't just happen.
Now I am thirty six, I have lived a fully sexual liberated life. I was not shy sexually by all means and usually I got what I wanted but I was bored of being in control all the time. Always being the one to make the first move and always feeling like I gave more passion than I received. I was tired of chasing and just resigning myself to basically having sex to scratch an itch.
Its fine. I'm fine. But god how awesome would it be if just once the sexual shit in my head would be real and not a fantasy. To be fair I have had my share of great guys, I did feel chemistry and I felt wanted always. But that deep hunger. I was missing that.
I consider myself attractive, more so now in my thirties than my twenties. Long blond hair. Blue eyes. I am not super skinny, But I work out and do my best to look after myself. For the first time in my life I am comfortable and confidant in my skin
"Mich?" Natasha suddenly asked. Nudging me with her elbow.
I hadn't noticed that someone had come over to chat with Natasha. Shaking my head I broke my trans.
"Sorry, Hi, Michelle." I laughed it off. Reaching my hand out to shake.
"Hi, Sam." He said smiling. "Nice to meet you."
Nats was brimming from ear to ear. I knew immediately she liked Sam.
"Please excuse me, I need to find the bathroom." I winked at Nats. Giving her a chance to speak to him alone and a bit of space for myself to get my head together. My heart was still in my throat.
I quickly scanned the room to see if he was still watching me but I couldn't see him anywhere.
"Holy shit." I said to myself in the mirror. "That was intense."
Those eyes.
"Get your shit together Michelle." I splashed a bit of cold water on my face and behind my neck to try and cool my body down a bit. The tight light blue jeans were not helping much. My white tank top almost feeling like its choking me. Lucky my high pony tail was keeping my body from bursting into flames. Yet I know it was not the weather giving me this reaction. Taking a deep breath I made my way back out to the crowd.
Finding Mark and his wife Lisa, surrounded by a few other people we easily slipped into conversation.
"Where is Nats? Barely seen her this evening?" Mark noted scanning around the room.
I joined him. "Uh I don't know, last I saw she was chatting to a guy named Sam or something"
"That would be my friend Sam Linsky." The stranger said.
Both Mark and I snapped our heads back in the direction of the voice. It was him!
"Adam! Ah here, please meet Michelle. One of my dearest friends." He moved slightly giving Adam leeway to me.
I could not breathe. His hand stretched out to meet mine.
As I took it a jolt ran from his hand through me. Straight down deep inside me.
Holy shit!
"Hi, its really nice to meet you Michelle." Adam said, his voice sang my name in a way making it feel like the most delicious thing ever. He smiled slowly. Teasingly.
Surely he must know the effect he has on woman, men even, my god.
Compose yourself, I quickly thought. "Hi, and you too." I said coyly, trying to act like I didn't just completely picture him naked fucking me on this barn floor.
"Adam is a work colleague of mine." Mark said explaining the strangers' presence at his party where I should know almost everyone in the fourteen years I had known Mark.
"Mark!" Someone from across the room, motioning him over to their group.
