He wasn’t extraordinary, nor a man you would ignore, but rather he blended into the background of the world, khaki, and unassuming. Yet, he caught her eye from across the room, and there was intrigue in his glance, the kind that sends a small shiver to the brain, signaling something below the surface that did not fit the façade. His body was average, tall and thinly built, and his head swam in pale ginger hair that made his eyes seem even clearer, more direct. Angles roamed across his face, balanced by soft curves that gave him a youthful appearance. He wore simple sand colored pants and a blue button up shirt that mimicked the sky at first dawn. The shirt matched his eyes, and emphasized their intensity.
She could feel his glance slowly drinking her in, and she couldn’t help but shift her eyes in his direction, catching his eyes glimpsing as she sauntered across the room and sat down. Around her, the party was abuzz and active, people laughing and tilting tall glasses to their lips with abandon. Her rocks glass of Four Roses sat barely touched in her hand, so intrigued she was by this average man with subtle distinction. What attracted her the most was his mouth, its oval shape and ripe, meaty lips that opened to a textbook smile. She wondered what it would be like to join her own mouth to this stranger, and blushed at the image that sprang in her mind.
Her eyes averted, and when they snuck away to find him again, he had vanished, only emptiness remaining where his body once stood. She frowned, wondering where he disappeared, and if he would return. He was the only thing of interest that captured her attention. A friend sitting by her elbow threw a question in her direction, and when she turned in her seat to answer, the stranger had manifested. From her seated position in the wing back chair he appeared taller than expected, less lithe with broader shoulders. He filled out his suit well, as though it were a second skin, not too loose nor tight but tailored with care for his form. His eyes directly caught her own and she felt the slightest burn in her core, as though someone struck a match to warm her from the inside.
Her friend introduced them, and she lifted her hand to greet his own, his long fingers wrapping her palm with warmth and silky skin. Again, a flare to her core with his touch, and she felt the heat of her body rise ever so slightly, her heartbeat running a tad bit faster, and a pang in her gut. His name was less important that the shape of his lips as he said it, the pushing and pulling smooth and sensual. When he smiled at her, she decided she desired him.
He sat next to her and they began to talk, the words swimming by, floating between them, inciting laughter and connection. His voice was mellow and warm, and she liked the way it rang in her ear. Time passed and their bodies shifted closer, and she watched his hands dance as he spoke, as she longed to fill the gap of the space between them. Eventually, their knees came to rest against one another, and his hand gradually floated to her thigh with delicacy as his fingertips came to rest upon her flesh for two seconds before flying away.
He said something she didn’t catch, so she leaned her head toward his own, and he lowered his mouth to her ear, so close she could feel his heated breath warming her neck. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, and she ran her fingers along her forearms to settle their outburst. He continued to talk, but leaned in further, resting his index finger in the valley below her thumb, and she felt groin stir ever so slightly.
She raised her eyes to meet his own and could read their intention. It was a mixture of knowing and curiosity, and his eyes flickered and glowed in the low light with a dark wanting. It was time. She leaned in and asked him to walk her home, and he smiled in agreement. Gradually, she bid her friends farewell, working her way across the room to say goodbye, all the while feeling his eyes burning as he traced her every move.
They exited into damp, soft air, the silence between them feeding anticipation, their heels clacking and echoing on the pavement. The walk was silent, and as she approached her door, she slowly spun to say goodnight. She fingered his tie, and he stepped into her, his hands finding her waist, bending down to graze her cheek with his lips, first the left side, then the right. His eyes probed her own, and he asked gently, “May I?”. She nodded, shut her eyes, and waited as his mouth settled on her lips like a down feather. They parted for a moment, then came back together, and she felt his lips stroke her own with greater fervor. Her lips parted ever so slightly, and his tongue inched inward, tasting, feeling its way into her mouth. It felt silky and sultry, and he explored slowly, with tepid flutters that gained intensity, and she felt her belly smolder with increasing desire.
To Be Continued...
Reflections of a woman spawned in a cement cocoon...