Shawn fought the sleep and Jack Daniels that vied for his attention against the road ahead. The lights from the oncoming cars twinkled brightly ahead of him as Rod Stewart belted out his tribute to Maggie May on the stereo. Fatigue had taken it's toll on Shawn's normally attractive steely blue eyes and he rubbed them quickly, trying to will the weariness away. He'd only arrived back in the city moments before, and still had another half hour before he'd reach Allison's house. . .if he still wanted to travel that far tonight.
What was he thinking? Of course he wanted to drive that extra half hour to see her. It had been the first time since they'd met that he'd been away from her more than a few days at a time. One full week had passed without seeing her face or touching her hand. Her silken voice over the static-filled cell phone had barely been enough to sustain him during the long week away. When he'd spoken to her before boarding the plane to head home, she'd seemed so elated that he was finally returning to her but she insisted he go straight home and get some much needed rest. She said she could wait one more day to see him. While it was true he was exhausted, he couldn't wait one more day to see her! He wanted her in his arms tonight. He sped down the remaining stretch of highway toward the woman he loved.
He felt the energy rushing back into his soul as he pulled into her parking lot. The night was serenely quiet and everything was peaceful. Shawn had kidded Allison about the serenity of suburban living, but in reality he actually had come to look forward to it after working and playing all day in the city. Even the air had a distinct clean, sweet aroma out here. He found a parking space right in front of her apartment and turned off the car. Her lights were off and he figured she was already asleep. "Poor baby'," he thought to himself, he hated the idea of waking her. But his excitement was greater than his consideration right now and he wanted to see her badly. He walked up to her bedroom window and peered inside.
His breath caught in his throat and he felt his heart jump. He'd never before seen anything like the sight before him now. He didn't dare move for fear of disturbing her. He felt a warm glowing sensation moving over him, almost as if he were being bewitched. He couldn't fight it even if he'd wanted to.
Allison's room was aglow with the flickering of several scented candles. They formed a heart on the floor over a white satin sheet, where Allison sat cross-legged and appearing to be in some sort of deep meditation. Shawn knew how beautiful Allison was, but tonight she looked more beautiful than he ever imagined. Her smooth tanned skin stood out against the white lace teddy that clung to her soft curves. Tiny gold earrings sparkled in her earlobes under a tousled mane of long blonde tresses. She was wearing white silk stockings with white high heels, which served only to make her already long legs appear even longer and more desirable. Then he noticed the small white kitten that sat on her lap, purring contently. She was stroking it gently as she rocked back and forth rhythmically. Shawn remained transfixed by her window, not moving or breathing lest he shatter this vision before him.
Allison lifted the kitten to her lips and kissed it tenderly.
"Away, Vixen." She whispered as she set the kitten outside the heart of candles. The kitten scampered across the carpet and out of the room. Allison then began rocking once more. Shawn watched as she raised her slender fingers to her face and arched backwards on the sheet, spreading her legs wide open. She wet her fingers with her darting pink tongue and began trancing the outline of her lips, proceeding down her smooth neck. Slowly she slipped the straps of her teddy off her shoulders until her firm full breasts were in full view of the moon shining in her window. . .and Shawn. She moistened her fingers once more and began caressing her breasts, teasing her tiny nipples, until they were firm hard buds. As her hands fluttered down the slight slope of her stomach, she called out his name, "Shawn. . ."
For a moment he thought she had discovered him and had bid him enter, but he soon realized she was simply involved in her own private thoughts of him, as her glistening fingers slipped under the white teddy making their way to her own passion. She moaned louder and her voice was heavy with longing for him, "Shawn, oh my God. . .Oh, Shawn! I want you so badly. . .I need you, Shawn!" She plunged her slick fingers in and out of her hot wet pussy faster and fast. The soft white skin of her inner thighs trembled as her ecstasy mounted and suddenly her entire body shook. She cried, "Shawn!," once more and then she was still.
What could only have been seconds seemed like an eternity for Shawn. His heart was pumping wildly as he had watched the woman of his life make love to herself, and now he watched her as she lay breathing deeply upon the satin sheet. He was about to speak, let her know he was there - had been there in fact, when she nimbly brought herself up to a sitting position. Her eyes were open wide and they shone with the intensity of a thousand stars. The vivid blue was almost too much for him to handle and he did try to look away, but he could not. He was spellbound.
Her eyes flashed as they spoke to him, "Come to me, now!" He was taken aback as the realization hit him, she was communicating with him through her eyes alone. For although he had indeed heard her voice speaking to him, her lips had not moved. At first he tried again to move back, out of fear this time, but her eyes flashed, "Please Shawn, don't be frightened. Please come to me now." He felt himself relaxing against his will and probably better sense, but there was nothing he could do but obey her. A surreal calmness moved over him as he slowly stepped away from the window and made his way to her front door. He found it unlocked and let himself in. He took a deep breath before entering her bedroom and gingerly opened the door.
"Allison?," he began cautiously, "Are you all right?" His eyes fought to adjust to the dimness of the room while he turned to shut the door behind him. Suddenly he felt the light touch of her slender hand on his shoulder. He swung around to take her in his arms but she quickly glided away from his embrace. Her flashing blue eyes spoke to him again, "You mustn't touch. Do you understand? You must promise me, you won't try to touch, Shawn."
He tried to ask why, but she silenced him with her soft lips upon his. The taste of her tongue as she explored his mouth was exquisite. A combination of morning dew and honeysuckle was the closest comparison he could think of. She kissed him with such burning desire, he felt his knees giving way. She seemed to sense his difficulty and steadily led him toward the heart on the floor.
Once there, she began to disrobe him, gently kissing every inch of his lean body as she went along. He sighed heavily as she knelt before him and stopped to glance up at him and smile. Her smile dazzled him and he felt himself being swept away on a wave of pleasure. He felt the light pressure of her fingertips on his back, relaxing and stimulating him at the same time and realized she using hot scented oil to massage him. Never before in his life could he remember feeling this wonderful. She worked her fingers across his spine and commanded complete control of all his muscles. He had no choice but to yield to her wishes.
