Saturday Morning_(4)

I was jolted awake out of a deep sleep. The ringing phone blared at 10:00 a.m. on Saturday, my day to sleep in. Who could be calling me? I groggily growled:

“Good morning”. My eyes opened rapidly as I heard:

“Have you missed me? It’s only been three days, but I want you now.”

I replied:

“When would you like to get together?” She answered:

“Well, guess I could wait two or three minutes. I’m right outside.”

I opened my door. Her hug nearly knocked me over. I kissed her gently. We passionately hugged some more.

I said:

“Why don’t we sit down and get to know each other a little more?” We sat together on the couch, as her hand massaged my knee. Shivers went up and down my spine. Her simple tank top hid nothing from my eager eyes. I breathed in deeply, absorbing her enticing aroma.

She responded:

“I am a wild flower, a flowing river, the moon in all its glory, the dream in the distance. I take in maximum pleasure every day.

“What else is there that I should know about you?”: I asked.

“I knew you in your past life. Important things bound us tightly.”

“But, I’m just a normal guy. I’ve done nothing of significance.”

“Your heart is deep. Your soul is far stronger than you obviously know.”

I was self-conscious. I was in my messy place. I was sitting, wearing only my loose underpants from the previous day. I was with this mysterious woman I had enjoyed greatly, but barely knew. Her enticing breasts were a few feet from my hands and mouth. Her sandals exposed her purple toenails which glittered brightly. Her short shorts could easily be taken off.

“What do you know about me that attracts you?” I stammered, shakily.

“I know you are open to me. Your cuteness draws me, even if you aren’t aware of it. I trust my intuition. I’m rarely wrong. I want our connection to deepen. I want to feel all I can with you today, and much, much more in the future.”

What could I say?

I grasped her right hand with both of mine, beginning to touch her. I felt our energies blend in that moment. Her hand was soft. There was also a clear strength pulsating into me. I softly rubbed her palm with one hand, feeling its warmth. My other hand felt the rings on her fingers, some additional smoothness, with a little coolness, contrasting with the warmth.

She closed her eyes and relaxed.

I moved one hand up her arm and felt clearly defined muscles. I kissed her little finger, and she moved it into my mouth. I sucked her fingers gently, as she softly murmured pleasurable sounds.

I moved to kiss her. We had a long, simple, but deep, kiss. We both groaned. I opened my eyes and felt her trust. My hands explored her face, neck, and the back of her head.

I took my time. I was absorbing much about this stranger, who I was beginning to feel deeply connected to. My hands massaged her head. It didn’t take words for me to understand that she appreciated my focus.