A sensuous and seductive love story
Awakened from a nightmare. Pulse racing, sheets wet from perspiration. I walk the bedroom floor, pacing back and forth again and again. Telling myself "It was only a dream", yet knowing it was all too real to be just a dream. I was alone, lost in the airport. Don't know how I got there. Or where I had been. Bags in my hands walking to each desk to ask for help, but each clerk was busy, and said to go to the next counter I had no ticket, no where to go. It seemed like hours had passed. Growing weary of the walking and waiting.I sat down to check my purse for a ticket, a note, anything that would tell me what was happening. After rifling through my purse and finding nothing but the usual lipstick, credit card, id and change, I felt afraid. Pulling my purse close to my chest, I wrapped my arms around it and began to rock slowly back and forth trying to remember. Tears began to stream down my face. I pulled a tissue out of my pocket to dry my eyes. Out fell a paper with a phone number on it. A number I did not recognize. After counting out my change I made my way to a pay phone.Dialed the number and I heard your voice, saying, "Why did you leave? Where are you?" I hung up the phone. Memories flooded my brain. The world seemed to spin around me. Too much information too fast. I felt my knees buckle and then nothing. Minutes seemed like hours I awakened in a fog. People all around looking down at me. Then I saw you kneeling next to me. Wiping my face with a cold washcloth.I don't know you but you seem like a kind man. You help me up to a chair and offer me water. As I drink I look around as the onlookers slowly dissipate into the crowd. Embarrassed, yet curious as to what happened to me. Maybe I will never know.You sit with me for awhile like a sentinel. Looking about and watching over me. "Do I look that vulnerable?" I thought. We make small talk, say our names, discuss the weather, the city, sports... I am at a loss for words, starring at my shoes most of the time. You ask if I need a ride home. I deny the need for any assist. You say your goodbyes and walk away. I sit there alone, not knowing where to go. A strange city, here to meet a man, and we had a fight. Remnants of past conversations flash in my head from time to time.I sit alone in the airport lobby. Two hours go by and I haven't shifted in my seat. I was lost in thought, but don't recall what about. I look up to see you standing in front of me.
"You don't have anywhere to go do you?" I meekly replied, "No".
You offered me a taxi, a bus ticket, even a plane ticket, but they were all refused. I felt so lost and alone. You offered to cook dinner and allow me to "crash" at your house for the night. I don't know why, but I said "OK". I never left anywhere with a stranger before. It was as though I knew I would be safe with you.
I remarked how lovely your home was as you showed me each room I was given supplies to shower and was totally grateful. You would fix dinner while I bathed.
The water felt so warm on my bare shoulders, as it rolled down my back to my bottom. Muscles relaxing under the warm shower head. The soap smelled faintly of honey and was so soft I used it eagerly to wash away the remains of the day. Climbing out of the shower I slipped into a plush terrycloth robe. Wrapped it tightly around me.
We have dinner together with white wine. A nice treat, since I am no cook. The conversation was easy and interesting. We drank more wine and watched television. I awakened hours later finding a blanket tucked around me and a pillow behind my head. I stretched and fell back to sleep on the couch. Awhile later I awoke to the smell of coffee being brewed. You hand me a cup of fresh coffee and we sit there and enjoy the miracle of coffee beans.You touched my hand as you passed the cup to me. I felt a thrill in the pit of my stomach. Like I had just been on a roller coaster. Our eyes met briefly, then I looked away. I must be mad, I thought to myself, you don't know him. But the thrill I felt inside was so real, so powerful, one of pure lust. I felt needs inside I didn't know I had, they were kept locked away. Yearnings that awoke I thought were dead! "I must be mad!" I thought. You talked on and on like you didn't notice what I had experienced. I was thankful for that.But you did notice as I got up to take my coffee cup to the sink. You came toward me and took my cup. Took my hand and led me to the kitchen. Sat the cups in the sink. Removed the napkins and salt and pepper from the table. Pressed me up against the side of the table with my back to you. I was speechless, excited, stimulated in ways you can not imagine. You removed the belt from my robe and it fell slowly to the floor. I felt your hands move under and up the robe touching my skin my thighs, then slowly up my back to my neck. You massaged my neck and I moaned with delight. You put your arms around me and cupped my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly from your touch. My breath became ragged and I wanted more.You bent me over the table, pulled up the robe from behind and inserted your index finger deep inside my vagina. I gasped, "Ahhhhh", then you put in another finger and I moaned, "Ohhhh". You stopped, Pulled your fingers out and slid your big, hard penis inside me. "Yes", I screamed. With each thrust you cupped and squeezed my nipples. As you slid your warm, wet tongue down the back of my neck. We got in to a mutually satisfying rhythm and I could hear you moaning behind me. You held me so close, I felt safe, warm and wanted. The orgasms came one after the other for me. The release was so powerful, I trembled with each one. You turned me around and lifted me onto the table then climbed on top of me. Your kisses searched my mouth, your tongue so eager to taste me and you entered me again.I closed my eyes as you made love to me never wanting it to end. We managed to take a few breaths then go shower together. You washed my hair and gently washed my body. Rinsed me gently with warm water, then knelt in front of me, licking the water from my mound. Your tongue moving in and out, from side to side started the fervor all over again. You drove me to the edge then entered me, rubbing my clitoris with each stroke. The release was so emotional, so strong and I felt satisfied. We finished our shower, you dried my hair and brushed it for me, rubbed scented oil on my skin. and tucked me into bed. You fell in bed beside me giving me gentle kisses till I fell asleep in your arms. I felt at peace for the first time in a long time.I awakened hours later as you slept holding me close to you. My thoughts were jumbled. "Wait" I said to myself as I tried to make sense of everything. Then you woke up pulled me closer and said "don't worry my love, you are back home with me now and everything is alright". I sat up and said, "So I did not run away?, did we have a fight?" You said, "Yes you left and I went after you after we had a silly argument". "Over what?", I questioned. You paused then looked into my eyes and said,"When I told you I loved you, you would not say it back to me." So, I got angry and said, "you play with me like a toy, you don't love me", and then you left me."I went after you, because I need you and I want you to be with me." Begging, "please tell me you love me Tresa, just once, after all of these years, you never said it". I moved closer to you and without a word we made love again. Gentle, tender, caring, passionate, fulfilling sex. After we both climaxed, he held me close and said, "You don't have to say it. I know you love me". I lay there quietly in bed, slowly drifting between sleep and wakening, thinking to myself, "I don't know him, do I?"
