Meeting you

[adonisjon]

I enjoy how comfortable and natural it feels to be walking arm and arm. I continue to guide us along the path, working to keep a slow but steady pace.

"Ah yes, the adventurous realm of insurance. I know it well. It definitely is a game of white lies and secretive omissions of information. And yes," I chuckle with her, "You have identified that I did mislead my boss about the reasons for being late. Nothing elaborate or extensive. I merely let him know that I've had some care trouble this morning and that I would be in after lunch."

I quickly stop walking and pull Sally to the side out of the way of a bicyclist speeding by much too quickly for a pedestrian path.

"Don't get me wrong. I could have told him that I was having a lingering breakfast outing with a gorgeous woman and he certainly would have given me the leeway to enjoy the morning. We have a certain lax employment relationship. But had I given him the slightest details he would have hounded me throughout the rest of our time together asking for more information. He considers himself a bit of a matchmaker and has been after me for a long time to find a woman to spend some time with. When I get to the office later today I'm sure to get an earful, but I'd rather talk with him about you later today than have my phone buzzing every few minutes with emails and texts from him asking for more details."

We continue walking and I realize we're halfway around the park already. I slow my pace slightly. Time is moving too fast. Once we get back to the side near Starbucks, I'll likely have to let her go and I want to make the most out of this morning. I maneuver us towards the fountain, hoping to find a reason to stop walking for a few minutes. Some excuse to increase our time together.

"So tell me something fun about you? What do you do when you're not adjusting insurance? What makes you smile and helps drive you through life?"

 

[36b7]

If Jon thinks his boss is a matchmaker, what does that make Jon? An eligible batchelor?
I mean, it does feel really good having all the attention and compliments from Jon and I feel happier than I can recall for a long time but is this just a flirtation or does he see me as a 'prospect', a deal to be closed?

God this is so difficult now the reality is here. Sure life at home can seem, does seem pretty routine and sure, things between me and my husband aren't like they should be and sure, I have fantasies like every other woman I suppose about being wooed by a handsome stranger but now that he's here do I really want my fantasy to become reality?
Isn't that the point of fantasies, that they are just that?

"What do I do for fun?" I think for a moment before answering. "Well this is fun and I play tennis with the girls and we lunch sometimes." I kick at a few leaves. "How do you feel about ladies who lunch? ... No, don't answer that." I laugh.
"Mm I watch my boys play junior league and soccer at this time of year and ... " I laugh again.
"This must sound so terribly ordinary. What would you like me to say?"

So there it is, Jon now knows I have kids and presumably a husband somewhere in the background but now it's out it seems ok, I don't mind that he knows.

I kick a few more leaves and then kiss him lightly on the cheek.
"Now you have lipstick as well as grease on your face. That will take some explaining!"

 

[adonisjon]

I love how playful she's being. Still behaving a little nervous but loosening up, which is good. Her kicking leaves takes me back to being a kid and playing in the leaves I was supposed to be raking. And then later, raking leaves with Jenni and...well, I'll just leave that there. Don't want to drag up that past.

Boys? So she has kids. Good for her. I saw the ring and had presumed potential attachment but hadn't really thought beyond that. So she IS a family woman. And yet she agreed to meet me this morning and we've been having a lovely pseudo-date. I wonder what her expectations are.

I realize that I've been silent since her last statement. Just as I'm about to reply, she kicks some more leaves and leaves a lipstick kiss on my cheek. What is she playing at? Is this a game or is she really looking for something more?

"Well, as I said, my boss will definitely be having a lot of fun with the news. You've just given him more ammunition. Keep it up and I'll be sure to be taken in for interrogation this afternoon.'

I chuckle then watch as she continues kicking leaves. Time to turn the playful tables a little bit...I bend down and scoop up a handful of leaves and toss them into her hair.

"I can't say they're an improvement as it would honestly be difficult to improve on how lovely you are. But you have a certain je ne se qua with crisp autumn leaves mixed in your hair. It gives you a fantastical woodsy aire that is intriguing. And now you have something to explain to your ladies who lunch."

I give a small laugh and grab another handful of leaves.

"Trust me. Nothing you can say or do would seem ordinary. You seem exceptional in so many ways. I just want to learn them all."

 

[36b7]

"Oh don't" I laugh as I try to brush the leaves out of my hair, "No please, there'll be bugs in them and I'll never get my hair tidy in time for work."

Jon is standing there with another handful of leaves and, ok it's fun, kind of, but we barely know each other and whereas I could easily wipe the lipstick from his cheek, the leaves in my hair will be more difficult.

I stand just a little distance from him trying to pick the leaves from my hair, glancing at him as I do. What does he want I wonder? Is he hoping to seduce me? Perhaps he's a regular at this and has a frequent customer card like you get in some coffee shops except with this it's every sixth woman free. What number am I?

But it is fun and I remember so clearly looking at my life framed by my bedroom this morning, no longer the candle lit place where Karl and I would retreat from the world to be in each other's arms, the place where we made love and then our family.
Now there's a pile of forgotten paperbacks on the windowsill and Karl's discarded socks and underwear by his side of the bed; in the bedside table drawers there's paracetamol and antacids where there used to be strawberry lube and a couple of joints.

What happened, where did my life go? Is it too late to get just a little of it back?

"No, play fair," I say as I pull a tissue from my bag and, with a bit of lick on it, wipe the lipstick from his cheek. I stand in front of him with my head bowed so he can pick the leaves out. I can smell him through his shirt, not cologne or body spray but him, the scent of strength, of his exertion fixing the wheel on his car and just for an instant I want to press my face against him, to inhale him.

 

[adonisjon]

"Okay. Sorry." I drop the leaves. Playful is one thing but I definitely don't want to offend or make her upset. I'm just no good at this. It's been far too long since...

As she wipes the lipstick off my cheek, I feel the warmth of her fingers and lean my head slightly to feel her touch. I reach up and help her pick a few leaves from her hair.

"Here, let me help you. I really am sorry. Going a little too far, especially when you've got to go to work."

Her hair is soft but somehow the leaves managed to get tangled up all ready. I take a half step forward and gently run my fingers through her smooth tresses, sliding the leaves out but mostly feeling the warmth of her head beneath my fingertips. I lightly graze my fingers along her scalp and then down the back of her neck and shoulders, letting them linger there probably a little longer than I should. Wanting to continue rubbing the back of her neck, to slide my hand up along her jaw and tilt her head up to look at me. To stare into her eyes and....what? Kiss her? Caress her cheek? My emotions are reeling out of control. What do I want? What does she want?

Reluctantly I slide my hands down across her shoulders then away from her body.

"I think I got them all. Your hair is clean and presentable for a long hard day of work. Well, hopefully not too long or hard."

Impulsively I bring my hand back to the side of her neck and lightly slide to her chin and lift her eyes to meet me, gently cupping her jaw in my hand.

"You look lovely. Ready to take on the world."

 

[36b7]

Jon is good at reading me, noticing that perhaps the leaf game went a little too far, and the way he picks the leaves from my hair is sweet.

I can tell that he's all fired up; it's as if there's a trembling running through him, not something that you can feel but rather a pent up energy as if any second he'll pull me to him and kiss me and to tell the truth I wouldn't resist but what then?

Eventually all the leaves are gone and we finish up still close with Jon's fingers resting on my neck and his thumb just touching my jaw, those strong capable fingers that I noticed in the coffee shop, fingers that now feel so good touching me and without thinking I place my hand over his and there's one of those moments where time seems stretched to breaking point while we look at each other, so close but as yet so far from each other.

And this is where my fantasy always ends, a moment like this never resolved in my dreams but now it's like I've been granted one wish ... just one ... and as if un-commanded my heels leave the ground and I'm on my toes kissing him, holding the contact long enough to know what this is between us before opening my mouth to his and to him.

 

[adonisjon]

As if reading my mind, Sally extends her mouth to mine and I am breathing her into me. The feel of her lips against mine sends an electric jolt through my body. I continue holding her face in my hand and bring my other hand around to the back of her neck to hold her against me, my fingers gently tracing up and down the side and back of her neck. I move my lips against hers feeling the excitement and intensity grow with each passing second. I slide my hand from her face down her shoulder and around to the middle of her back to gently pull her body closer to mine. My other hand wraps gently in her hair and tilts her head back and forth along with mine. Testing the waters, I teasingly touch my tongue against her lips then pull it back, continuing to kiss her strong and deep.

Then I delicately release my grasp on her neck and back and ever so slightly shift my self barely away from her to stare directly into her beautiful eyes.

"Mmmm. You feel perfect right here. Before we continue, I want you to know that I don't do this often. I don't do this at all actually. I haven't for...well, for a few years. Something about you has me wanting to throw all caution to the wind. But I don't want to move too fast. I don't want to do anything that might scare you away or make you uncomfortable in any way."

I watch her eyes closely for any reaction.

"But....I love the way your lips taste. I love the way you feel in my arms. And I don't want this moment to end just yet. But I also don't want to make any presumptions for now. Or for the future."

She remains silent a moment longer. I'm nervous so I'm talking too much. Just saying what I said is likely going to mess everything up. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

In an effort to erase my foolish comments and regain the moment, I lean forward again pull her towards me and let my lips drink her in.

 

[36b7]

That first kiss, that first wonderful connection as Jon pulls me to him, and all want to do is stay like this forever.
But he's talking, telling me that he doesn't do this much, if at all and I wonder if it's just nerves on his part or perhaps I'm supposed to feel lucky.
Whichever it is I wish he'd just stop.

I don't want explanations or justifications, I just want this magical moment of kissing him to go on and on because I know that when it stops I'm going to feel guilty at what I'm doing but I know I'm hooked, addicted to the rush of kissing this stranger, a man I don't know and I'm frightened that if I get to know him the spell will be broken.

Then we're kissing again and all my doubts and feelings of guilt are postponed by this one beautiful connection of mouths and tongues and of our bodies pressed close.

I break from our kiss and press my face into the lapel of Jon's jacket.
"Ssh, please don't" and I pull back a little so I can place a finger to my lips "Ssh ... nothing."
Then I kiss him, devouring his mouth, seeking his tongue with mine, knowing that this will be our last kiss ... until the next time.

 

[adonisjon]

Her kiss is intoxicating. I feel my mind whirling with pleasure and desire and longing and joy. The warmth of her mouth and tongue make my blood boil and my heart race. She breaks the kiss again and leans into my chest. I hold her close. Part of me wants to speak to her. To say something. I open my mouth then close it, then open it again. I don't want to ruin this moment with words.

When she kisses me again, I let go of all thought and let myself just get lost in her. In the passion of her body against me. Of her lips against mine. Of our tongues intertwined. I lightly tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her mouth against mine, tasting her tongue with passionate intensity. My other hand rolls up and down her back, massaging her body closer and closer against me.

 

[36b7]

For anyone who is offended by public displays of affection this is not a good place to be but right now I don't care and feel sorry that the whole world can't be caught up in such a magical moment..

It's the hunger between us that we're trying to sate with our kissing, the urgent devouring of each other, the awareness of our saliva slippery on our faces and of the urgency with which our tongues try to entwine the other's.

But it has to stop ... for now.

I pull back from him placing my palms against his chest and I'm shaking my head and smiling, trying to get a measure of what's happening here between us.
I'm a pretty demure married woman and I don't recall being like this as a teenager, well not much.

"Wow, that was something" I say, still shaking my head and then using his words "I don't do this often either".

I still don't know what this is. It feels wonderful when Jon holds me, better when he kisses me and he smells so good, so sexy, so potent. Could it be pheromones or something? Is that how we choose mates or do our bodies and senses do that for us?

Either way for now, for this moment, it has to stop.

"Ok mister, I have to go to work and so do you but would it be very wanton of me to suggest we meet again, here, tomorrow, lunchtime?"

What am I saying? My voice is on auto speak but I don't care and feel deliriously happy with the prospect of seeing Jon again.

 

[36b7]

My day at work passes in a blur filled with snatches of dreamlike memories of this morning in the park with Jon.
I find myself sitting at my desk trying to grasp at the moment when we first kissed or the touch of Jon's tongue on mine or his hand strong on my back, holding me to him.

Then there's tomorrow, already a commitment to meet again and the thrilling excitement of knowing that we can repeat our kisses but with more passion and abandon.

At home I feel detached, functioning but separate and therefore not affected by the usual end of day grumbles and moans from husband and children alike.
I'm serene and my husband Karl asks if I'm ok but I just smile and say that I'm fine.

Later that night in bed Karl approaches me to make love and I let him, enduring ... no that's not quite right ... servicing his need and afterwards as Karl sleeps I lie beside him and come to know that I can continue at home and yet embark on an affair or even relationship with Jon and have no guilt.

Tomorrow ... tomorrow.

 

[thesexdoktor]

well you have found romance, and food for your hungry soul.... but be careful..............