Part 11

It is always exhilarating to be with a girl. The company of the feminine kind brings out the best in all of us and I was no different. Days went by with uncontrolled swiftness and my nights become more and more stimulating. The thrill to meet up the next day, the ensuing events eventually and the developing relationship, which was more than beautiful, was showing on my face. Life felt absolutely wonderful.
Contrary to my regular uncertainties about something going wrong to answer in problem between us, no trouble arose. Usually nothing lasts forever and my conviction in this was absolute, but still nothing went off beam. She remained lovable and realistic and I remained captivated in her pleasant ability and womanly presence. She was so selfless that I didn’t feel like saying no for whatever thing she asked for, but she never did.
But like all of us she had her shortcomings. When we went out during the night for dinners, partying and a drive she was always well dressed, but otherwise she was relatively disorganized. Her chaotic handbag resembled a hunter’s sack containing his assortment for the vigil during the long hunt. Also her method of consuming food was rather more displayable on the National Geographic’s Weird Animal Behavior Pages. They told me European women had funny ways, but I never realized to what a degree. She was almost unconcerned to the point of carelessness about her attire or the way she sat in a public arrangement. Sometimes her skirt or blouse will show more than required and there will be people enjoying the view and she would go on talking about the Louvre or the best food she ever had or her trip to Canada were she walked on a frozen lake without ever a care as to what was happening around us. During emergencies like this I used to delicately nudge and whisper to her to cover up and she would ridiculously do it in a rush. Sometimes I used to think that I had too many things to bother me besides just enjoying her company, but I guess that’s how one acts when in the company of someone good-looking and that too someone you’re involved with.
A few days later we met up for a customary Saturday night. She was dressed in all black this time. Her noodle-strap top with a deep low-cut was just the flirty ensemble she liked to wear when going out with me on a weekend night and together with a little tight mini-skirt she looked incredibly sexy. I was dressed in black myself, to go along with her dress-code and I must confess, we looked quite the couple. I was almost as fair as her but her features were sharp and her eyes resembled the ocean as they were almost intoxicating to look at, whereas mine were two pools of black in white and always searching for answers. Again she was wearing heels, black, and although they would or might not have been Jimmy Choo, their style reflected by her smooth and sinuous skin in the background were enough for me to whisk her away on a drive towards the club.
We arrived and immediately caught a corner seat at the club, overlooking the dance floor and we sat down facing it. The disk jockey console was towards our left and it took her some time to make her-self comfortable due to the high bar stool and her mini skirt not complimenting each other in the beginning. She settled down slowly with her right leg on top of her left and using my limb for support.
We ordered and I couldn’t ignore myself from looking at her crossed legs from time to time. Her stems echoed refinement and grace I had seen only in Hollywood movies. She noticed me looking at her face and legs and smiled in a flirty but encouraging fashion. She kept touching my thigh using her left hand in a sensuous approach while talking, enabling me to reciprocate her gesture and to reach out and slowly caress her legs under the table. The irony of the location was so enlivening that we were smiling playfully at each other. Her skin felt soft to the touch and it burned of desire. A little shiver ran through her body when I touched her knee and slowly trailed my hand upward towards her inner thigh. I squeezed a little and she leaned over and kissed me full on the lips and we were engaged in this occupation until the steward announced his arrival with a light cough.
Her legs had started attracting a lot of undue admiration from the rapidly growing horde of party animals and the music was now building up. I felt a little possessive but kept the thoughts to myself and as if to acknowledge my view she quickly moved closer to me. Her top was amazingly silky to contact and she was intentionally flaunting her deep cleavage for my viewing pleasure, teasing and tempting at the same time. Good food, good drink, good environment, good health, a hot chick and money in my wallet made me feel like the luckiest guy on the planet. No, I will not be cynical again, as I had now become an optimist.
She was brushing her legs against mine while chattering away about life in Europe. She could go on and on about Europe and I wished her to continue as it made me listen dutifully and look at her precious pink lips moving. Sometimes she would smile, otherwise she would laugh and from time to time she would stop abruptly and stare straight to my face with a comic look, enabling me to unite with her in the hilarity of the act.
She was also a good conversationalist. We talked about the way we both grew up until we met, about how our lifestyles looked different but were almost identically alike. Although culturally there were differences, but it were those that attracted us to each other along with looks, aptitude and proficiency. We also discussed the problems facing our planet and like me, she was also deeply interested in the forest and wildlife. She used to borrow my books on real-life hunting, forest tales, geography and conservation that I had accumulated over a long period of time. Although she was more into English Literature, she liked my books and made it a point to talk to me about my wild passion often and she always seemed genuinely interested in my point of view.
The crowd was getting excited with the blend of alcohol and the thumping music when she got down and started dancing right there. Her moves were uncalculated and gyrating, she seemed to be enjoying herself and I didn’t bother disturbing her about anything while she was having so much fun. After a couple of hours we were both still talking and kissing and drinking and eating and touching. By the time the club began winding down it was close to three in the morning. Having paid our check we slowly and drunkenly made our way to the lobby to reclaim our ride and head on home, when she suggested we go for a long drive.
It meant being back home not before 6 or 7 in the morning and I was tired, but one look at her smile and I was ready to slay dragons without an armor. As we left the hotel and drove on towards the scenic drive of the beach road heading out of the city, she began dancing and moving in her seat listening to the stereo playing the same song which she had heard before in the discotheque. I concentrated on the road and kept driving at a steady but comfortable pace. I kept stealing glances at her movements and her shapely legs sprawled ahead of her for me to see.
We left the city and were driving towards a beach resort still a good half an hours’ drive, when she wanted me to stop. I asked the reason but she continued smiling and requested me to stop someplace immediately. As I rounded a corner I spotted a small lane leading to the beach and surrounded by dark and desolate beach houses harboring deeply slumbering occupants. I drove a couple of meters and parked below a huge tree. After switching off the lights I turned to her in the enveloping darkness, to perceive that she had switched her cell-phone’s torchlight on to provide a suitable glow.
The music was still playing but at a lower volume and she sat there cross legged and humming the tune from the song, while her entire body swayed a little with the pace of the sound, her left hand was touching herself. Her eyes were closed now and she was purring with satisfaction. As I watched her, she turned to look at me and coming closer, kissed me on the lips. As I sat their kissing her, my hand invariably traveled over and grasped her neck pulling her closer ever so gently. Her left hand now touched my upper body and as our kissing became more obsessive and intense, she followed the path of my shirt and touched my jeans. She started caressing slowly and after flirting with my zip a little bit, she suddenly unzipped it and thrust her hand inside...

Part 10

Well, to be honest I have no idea whether I had the smile throughout the night or not, but when I woke up it was like a brand new day. The room looked original and I could sense the freshness in the air. Maybe it was just happiness or perhaps it was something else, but it felt incredible.
My hand automatically stretched towards my cell phone and it was blank. Without giving it a second thought I got to my feet and freshened up. My mind was filled with many feelings about the night before, but it felt nice.
I waited for a call or text. Nothing happened over the next hour, so I called her. She was at work and I will have to wait till the evening. The entire day passed over with an agonizing slowness. It’s very difficult to describe the entire situation. Some people might call it love and others might blame it on the sheer knowledge of achieving something, but I would rather think it was contentment: the pleasure of being liked, especially by the opposite sex.
For me, love will always remain a pure aspect of our earthly lives. Of course it’s my thought and I could be wrong, but I consider it the purest phase, as it filters all the impure thoughts of our minds and brings out a character within us, which nowadays has become quite rare in some form or the other. Most of our mistakes happen because of it and we are also at our best when in its fold. Its grip is so strong on us that we do things we couldn’t imagine otherwise. I ask forgiveness if I have offended someone or brought about a certain memory in mind so as to feel depressed. But it’s the memories we have, that will decide our fates and last us till the end.
What I think we had, was affection and respect for each other and sense of trust, to be happy together. Old fashioned or conservative folks claim that what we did was a sin and I will surely go to hell for it, but I believe it’s their judgment and our mind does what it chooses to do. Also I do wonder how some people believe in hell, when I don’t think anyone has received a communication from there or we would have heard it by now.
In the evening she called. We talked and laughed and laughed and talked. During such moments time is of little value and you forget the more important things. She giggled like a college girl in love for the first time and can’t say I was any different. I again asked her out but this time she was tired. I could feel it in her voice and suggested maybe she should take a break. After all she was working everyday, whereas I was a good for nothing goon. She agreed and we decided to stay up late and talk a little and sleep rather than go out. She hung up after a while and I headed to my gym.
The first thing the guys noticed was probably the cheerfulness on my face. I had a stupid smirk on and was walking in with an attitude of a super successful business tycoon. They assumed it had to be a girl or I wouldn’t be normal. Hence the enquiries started and it took me 10 minutes to tell them briefly about her. They were all closeted around me as a football team discussing the first onslaught on the opposition. Sometimes I used to think if I act the same when someone else is in my place, the answer might probably be yes, but I don’t know for sure as I choose not to remember. It’s easier that way. It’s also amazing that we deny being interested in someone else’s life and yet we are incredibly concerned in knowing about them, albeit in a subtle way. After all being subtle is a talent in itself. Sarcastic *smile*
The workout was unlike anything I had achieved before. It was a minor achievement of sorts for me. Each new day was a challenge in the gym and I was scrapping through with effort, but that day, it was downright championship body building. I felt like a new man and was thinking how it would be wonderful, to be this glad everyday. All will be happy and we could lead wonderful lives. The thought passed as quickly as the next set. Content with the weight lifting, I met up with some friends later for a cup of coffee and went back home a little after ten.
Having had dinner and read two pages of a rather boring book, I called her. She picked up and immediately whistled through her day. I listened to her patiently. It was surprising to me, as being quite talkative myself I had now become quite a tolerant listener. You know what influence women have on us right?
Her work was going good and her friends were teasing her about me. I told her it was the same with me and we both became silent for a second. The moment passed and we both immediately smiled and hearing each other feeling blissful was like an intoxicating Long Island Iced Tea. She asked me if it was love and like an intelligent speaker addressing a crowd in a lecture theatre, I conveyed the meaning of love. She laughed at my address and made me realize that my leg was being pulled. My small brain took a little time to understand the full extent of the joke but the absurdity of the thought persisted. She felt the same and changed the topic though I took it in good spirits.
We spoke about the previous night and I sensed her flush on the phone. She smiled and said it was a crazy night and one she hadn’t experienced before. I asked what she felt about it. She continued smiling and whispered that she would do it again, anytime I wanted and not with me standing outside the window, but inside ...with her.

Part 9

It seemed that the time had stopped. It was like living in a dream. Most of us guys have a vision to experience something like this. It sounds sexual, but it was also romantic and passionate. It was difficult to look anywhere else, while she performed her move. I could tell she was getting turned on by her own actions and seeing that I was not on the softer side as well.
As she lifted her thong, she bent forward thrusting her hips to the fullest extent possible, resulting in her low waist jeans to skip further down. And she kept dancing slowly and seductively. It was become difficult to control myself any longer. I had a strong urge to break the window and enter her room and take her, but I controlled myself with a supreme effort and observed.
She turned around slowly and left her thong arched up. She moved her hips from left to right and back, in a Latin American move and my eyes followed along with her body. She had a smile on and kept tossing her luxuriant hair around, sometimes looking at me and sometimes lost in a trance. The absurdity of the situation didn’t affect her one bit, as she slowly started caressing herself. Her hands were moving from her hips to her waist and as her dancing advanced they were on her chest, touching and feeling.
I was now staring and devouring the situation. My hands felt cold and damp and my heart was leaping inside. My body was tensed and alert and the sweat poured in an incessant flow down my spine.
She reached the topmost button of her shirt and unbuttoned it. As her body moved, so did her hands unbuttoning the next. As the two buttons came open she used her fingers to spread her shirt sideways to give me a glimpse of her cleavage. Her skin was swathed in perspiration and it slid in a silent trickle from her neck through her upper body and down between her chest.
She had a wicked smile and was enjoying my discomfort. I put my hands on the glass and kissed it. She responded by kissing it too and then pressed her chest against the window. Her hands reached up and unbuttoned the rest of the shirt and as it came aside, I could see her upper body in an unblemished shine of humidity.
I didn’t notice it at first due to the darkness engulfing around me, but when she turned a little the light from her lamp caught the gleam and I saw it for the first time. She was wearing a light blue brassiere which was sheer in its presentation. Her hands were touching it now and the fingers were making small circles around the erect peaks of her curvaceous body.
My hands were shivering from the damp night air and my clothes were starting to cling onto me. My eyes were getting weary due to the strain in the dim light and my body was tensed watching the visual delight in front of me. I heard a sound.
My face turned left reflexively to find the source of the noise and tried to concentrate hard. I heard nothing. I turned to face the window and looked straight at her standing hushed and at attention. She had guessed I had heard something and was waiting for my advice. I gestured I didn’t know the cause of the noise and kissing the window interpreted that it was late and I should possibly be going. The sound had immediately paused our erotic reverie and discarded us back to civilization in an instant.
She understood and waved good bye in a hurry and I walked up to the corner and turned to look. The security guard was not there. My pulse immediately quickened and I tiptoed gradually towards were he was sleeping. As I crossed the chair, I heard footsteps and glancing around the corner I saw the security guard walking away with his back towards me.
He was about 20 feet distant and as I watched, he entered the building. I waited for ten seconds and made a dash for the door. Upon reaching it, I discovered that he had locked it. It was probably this metallic click that I had heard. It was an old lock and must have made a noise while being secured.
As I was looking for a foothold to climb over, I heard a door shut somewhere and anticipating the guard approaching any second, I quickly climbed the door and fell. I got to my feet and ran to the car and got in. I started and drove out onto the street. After getting to the main road I pulled over and then felt the pain. My right elbow and knee were bruised when I fell and there was now a small slash which led me to bleed. My hand was fine but my knee was beginning to hurt a lot and so I drove back home in silence.
On reaching home I bandaged my cut and changed and then I looked at my phone. It had been ringing nonstop and I hadn’t noticed it before, as I had kept it in silent mode. It was her. She had been anxious and when I narrated the incident, she felt very guilty for it. She kept apologizing again and again and by the time I had consoled her she was feeling all right. We chatted about romantic nothings and then finally I kissed the phone and wished her good night. She whispered her affection and hung up. I then thought about what had happened and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

Part 8

After finishing dinner I proceeded to drop her home. Both of us were feeling a little tipsy and we drove listening to music and having loud conversation. After finally reaching her place, she sat in the car still talking. Her bag and file folders were in the back seat.
She looked at me in a soft off-hand manner and said she didn’t feel like going back, but that she had work the next day and had to sleep early tonight. I agreed and she kissed me and left. I sat there watching her go. She had a way of walking which would have enticed a wild elephant, to calm down. As I kept looking out, she reached the main entrance to her building and seemed to waver and then turned and saw me looking at her. There was a flicker of a smile on her face and she lifted her hand and pointed two fingers in the air. They obviously meant two minutes, but for what, I had no idea.
So I waited. Obviously whenever anyone says two minutes, it is invariably more. But this time it was less. I knew it, because I kept a close study of the watch on my dashboard. She called and said that she was in her room and would love to meet me, but she wasn’t alone in the house. She kept vacillating between meeting me and not able to do anything about it, when I suggested that she could still come out and I could take her on a long drive. She refused as it was late. So I kept listening to her admiration of the last couple of days. She was enjoying herself, I could tell and I really liked her too.
She then asked me, if I could come up to her window. She was staying in the ground floor apartment of a small residential complex and the distance between the main entrance from the street and her window was not too great. I agreed and she hung up. When I locked the car and proceeded to the building entrance, I became cautious. The security guard might find and question me about my motive and I wouldn’t have any satisfactory answer to give them. I was in a fix. Although I have a well-built disposition, I would be lying if I said I did not break out into a cold sweat. My neck was wet with humidity from my skin and the moment felt tensed.
I went past the doors and to my relief I didn’t find anyone. As I went around a corner, I almost ran into a guard sitting on an easy chair. The window to her room was to the back of the building and I had to navigate two corners before reaching it and so that’s were I should have been more careful. While my pulse kept going up I watched him narrowly, a snore seemed to originate, I went closer and then realized he was drunk and fast asleep. I stifled the need to smile and went ahead. When I reached her window I sent a text and waited. She called up and said the windows were fixed and couldn’t be opened. I was getting so used to being disappointed that I made it look obvious. There was complete darkness all around me; the high wall behind me, the passage and her room. She flicked a switch on and there was a dull light on her window. In the obscurity I could make her out easily, silhouetted against the glass and looking at me.
She was on the phone to me and we talked. She was expressing her disappointment at my discomfort. She was sorry, to have put me through all this trouble and that she was feeling very sad. I told her that as a person who really liked her, I was willing to do it and that I could have always said no and gone, but since I didn’t, it meant I was enjoying the flash of mystery which was prevalent in the air. Also it was like an adventure in the midst of a chaotic and highly populated city. In fact it was too exciting a prospect, to find room for private thought in a public situation.
She relaxed and then said something that I wouldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams. She asked me to hang up and watch her. As I did this, she looked at me directly and started dancing in a slow pace of passionate music that I could just hear from her room. She moved in a rhythmic fashion and her jeans seemed to hug her body. She noticed me watching her intensely and flashing a quick smile, she turned about. As I looked, she stimulated her hips in a salsa move. I continued admiring her dance and devouring her moves, when she raised her white shirt a little and gave me a glimpse of her lower back. The curves were beautiful and aligned in a perfect conduct.
The thing which captivated my interest more than the smooth skin of her lower spine was the light blue whale-tail shaped thong, raised higher on top of her jeans. It was incredibly sexy to look at and as I watched, she kept swaying in an erotic manner and then brought her two hands on her thong and holding the ends, she pulled it higher.

Part 7

The next day, as expected, I got up late. My head was still unclear on the course of events of the previous night. My hand went up to the cell phone lying next to me and found it was past 11. I also noticed it was showing 7 unread text messages. While I yawned to control my laziness, my fingers played on the keys and open the texts so I could read them one by one. 4 were from Janet and 3 were from other friends. They were all saying the same thing; was I an animal to sleep so late? Well, I didn’t want to share my reasons just yet!
I got ready quick. After having a late but well deserved lunch I called up Janet. She was at work and busy and I will have to wait for her call. After hanging up, I was thinking what to do with my time and I realized I could still meet up my other friends and pass the time. I called them.
All of them were disappointed with me. We met up in my preferred coffee shop. Having ordered all around, they proceeded to abuse me with all the imaginative words they could find in the English vernacular. It was interesting to note that we, as human beings, are better primed to abuse others faster than appreciating the little things in life. Don’t fret my friend; I am also one of them.
They were pissed at me for having ignored them the previous night. I told them the truth; that I met someone and went out on a date. The look that I got must have melted butter into a river. I confessed in an undertone which they knew was an act, but eventually they relaxed and enquired about Janet. I told them a few basic things; it helped in prolonging the apprehension of the circumstances. The enthusiasm with which they listened was logical and then we continued onto other subjects.
In the evening I received a call from Janet. She was free and was ready to meet up. We met up at the place I was in and then decided to have dinner at a small restaurant, which was on the rooftop of a high-rise hotel in the centre of the city. Upon arrival and order of drinks, she kept a continuous smile. She was dressed in a neat and professional manner. A beautiful feminine white shirt, tucked into faded blue low waist jeans.
I told her as much; that she looked radiant and there was a certain glow in her face. She beamed with pleasure and gave me a quick hug. We were sitting on one of the closed curtain cabana-styled couches, overlooking the city and facing the swimming pool. The ambience was truly pleasant and romantic. It was inching closer to 9 in the evening and the moon was in its crescent-shaped infancy phase. The sky was clear and the moon was visible with lots of stars. As I made her watch, she seemed to relax in my arms. My hand was on her shoulder and we were laid back a little on the couch, staring at the sky. The heavens seemed more active than ever before and the thought going through my mind must have reflected out loud, as she glanced at me and looked deep into my eyes.

Part 6

Whenever I try to recollect about how long we kissed that night, it confuses me. Sometimes I feel it was a couple of minutes and occasionally it seemed not more than a few seconds. I still don’t know for sure, but it was breathtaking.
While we kissed she hugged me closer. My hands were clutching at her neck, not too strong and not too light, but firm on her skin. I could feel her pulse steadily increase. She retreated a little and turned her head sideways, giving me an opportunity to kiss her cheek. While I did this, she lifted her head up, exposing her neck. I trailed my tongue from her cheek to her neck and was about to plant a kiss when she withdrew.
I looked at her then and she had this mischievous smile on. At first, I didn’t quite know what it meant, but when her hands felt my chest I understood. I released my hold on her neck and sank back in my seat; she kissed and slowly nibbled on my left ear. It felt ticklish at first, but slowly rose to a smooth wave sailing from the sea towards land. While she continued kissing and touching my earlobe with her tongue, my right hand felt her hair and they were luxuriant to the touch. Her hands meanwhile were touching and exploring my shoulders and neck.
She now passed her concentration from my face to the chest. My t-shirt was rather thin and she continued kissing through the fabric. My hands were holding and feeling her back. Her spine felt wonderful to the touch.
I now pulled her head closer to my face and kissed her most sensually. While I did this, I brought my hands to a rest on her shoulders and holding the straps in between my fingers, I pulled them down slowly to expose her shoulders, neck and her upper chest. She broke away from my lips and looked at herself, while I still held her straps. All I had to do was tug a little more and she would have been totally exposed. Not yet.
She looked up at me again and used her hands to lift up my t-shirt. While she couldn’t remove it fully, she contented herself with pushing her hands inside and feeling my back. I left the straps the way they were and holding her head on both the sides, I pushed her up, exposing her lower neck. As her eyes closed in expectation, I bent and kissed her between the vocal chords. She moaned a little and it made me kiss her more. As I continued, my hands held the side of her chest. As I was about to bring them to the front of her body, there was a noise outside the car.
We instantly froze. Towards the back of the car and not two feet away, were two uniformed cops. They were clearly on the road and were on bicycle patrol. It was the brake applied by one of them on his old and rusty pedal that had made the sound. We didn’t move and I was trying to make out if they were suspicious. I relaxed a little, when I realized that they had been on opposite sides and had met up while pedaling towards each other and which unfortunately coincided with our parked car.
We remained quiet, in the same position as when the policemen had first appeared. Being the braver of the two, Janet bent forward and started kissing my neck again. The discomfiture of the situation was forcing perspiration from my forehead and the closed windows didn’t exactly help. I moved ever so slowly and replaced her straps to their original destination.
She giggled at this gesture and was getting more aroused by seeing my discomfort. I looked back and saw the guys talking; one of them had just lit a cigarette and was passing the matches to his colleague. It proved that they are going to be around for a while. Although the situation was difficult for me, she was enjoying every moment of it. She let go of me and rest her head on my lap.
I thought maybe she was tired; it was nearly 4 in the morning. I asked her and she replied that she was a little, that she wanted to sleep, but didn’t want to let go of me. It felt so nice and warm at that moment, that all I could think of was to take care of her. We waited for a couple of minutes more while she rested on my lap, during which time my hands were caressing her hair softly. She had a small smile play on her lips which signified happiness and I felt good inside. The policemen moved away then and we lay still for a couple more minutes, just to be sure. Then I asked her to go and sleep as it was really late.
She smiled again and kissed me while I held her. She hugged me so close that I didn’t feel like leaving. But provisional separation is the source of all things beautiful and I willed her to go. She detached unenthusiastically from me and turned to leave. As she was about to open the door, I held her shoulders with both my hands and pulled her back. She was facing the door and as I did so, she closed her eyes. I used my right hand to hold her hair and move them aside to disclose the small of her neck. I inched closer and kissed her there. As I did so her body tensed and waited.
The swiftness of my act had stunned and excited her. As I stopped, she turned around and kissed me full and deep on the lips. For a full minute we held each other and then she whispered good night and climbed out of the car.

Part 5

I went back home with mixed feelings. Elation yes, it was almost like an achievement. But what surprised me most was the thought of being selfish. I felt as thought all I have tried to do since I had met her, was to get laid. Was it fair on my part to think this way? I knew I was human and so was she; could I forgive myself for having this mindset?
After half an hour, while I was comfortably positioned in front of the TV in my room, I again started having thoughts. They were not very nice. Was I being like any other guy? Did I want to be with women only for sex? The thoughts disappeared instantly when the phone rang. I must have heard that ring for a couple of years now, but it still had the influence to surprise me. It was her. After the usual did you reach home safely pleasantries she asked me about my reaction to our date. After having replied in the affirmative, I proceeded to ask her, if she wanted to meet up again the next day, to which she giggled and said it will depend on her work. But she would love to.
After so many years and different experiences, I will always enjoy talking to women. I believe they are the greatest achievement of our planet’s evolutionary development.
After I was convinced she was in an excellent mood, I asked her if she liked my car. She laughed and enjoyed the question immensely, after which she asked why I hadn’t asked about our parting directly. This I did now and she replied very politely that I was a good kisser. I wonder how men are supposed to react to compliments which refer to a practical turn of events, but I just murmured thank you and said she was better than me.
She was feeling pleasant and affectionate like women do when talking late at night, especially with a guy they have just kissed and I didn’t want to spoil it by saying something dim-witted, so I listened. She spoke of her family back in France and how she missed her friends. She also said something to the tune of introducing me to her pals if possible, as some of them were supposed to come down in the near future. I could sense that she was starting to trust me and it felt good.
I was not trying to take advantage. I really liked her. Of course, there was nothing to not like in her anyway. She was beautiful, well-groomed and smart to talk to. I had taken her out to a lovely place for dinner, thoroughly enjoyed our conversation so far, and had done everything in my part to be nice to her, and she had reciprocated. As this notion crossed my mind, I relaxed. My feeling of pessimism evaporated.
She then asked me if it was ok that we had kissed. I assured her that I was an addict already. She smiled again and said she would love to try it out again. My entire body went into a paroxysm of excitement. I think it was more to do with her speech. Her English accent, with a little spice of French was stimulating to the ear. It felt appealing.
I replied I would love to, anytime she wanted me, to which she asked what kept me at home then. Was it a trick question? I had no idea at that time. I just smiled in a dumb way and replied, I was prepared to come out still, but was she? After all, it was nearly 2 in the morning. She said although she had work at 10 in the morning, she still wanted to meet up, as she wanted to make up for the rapid departure earlier. It was music to my ears and I just blurted that I am on my way and hung up the phone.
I dressed and reached her place in record time. It was pitch dark and I was parked in the same spot I had done earlier. After having told her that I was there, I waited. A minute went by in eerie silence. The night was intense. To acknowledge this stillness in the heart of a thronging metropolis was really something. Another minute went by and still she didn’t appear. As the minutes ticked away, I felt my spirit sinking lower and lower. I tried calling her, but her phone was off. Although it had been only ten minutes since my arrival, it felt like hours. A waiting game is not really motivating.
A knock on the window woke me from my trance. Through the dark glass I could just make out her brightly lit face. As she got in I noticed she was wearing a tight spaghetti lined white top with pajamas. I asked why she hadn’t changed, to which she replied that we were not going anywhere. The thought process was obvious. She leaned nearer in the cramped car and kept her hands behind my neck. I was watching her deep blue eyes. She looked at me without a word and it seemed the time had just stopped. She was sensually aroused I could tell. A strong scent of jasmine was emanating from her, the same I had complimented about earlier, during dinner.
She closed her eyes and I continued staring at her. Her lips quivered with keenness and her body felt warm and inviting. At that moment I noticed that her clothes left little to the imagination. She was not wearing anything underneath that top. I used my hands to bring her face closer to mine and then kissed her. Her body was so close to me that even air couldn’t pass through and I could hear her heart beat against mine.