Last Night

I felt his hand graze my thigh as he adjusted in his seat. I did think anything of it until I then felt the fingertips on my knee. The conversation went on around the table and no one noticed that his hand had disappeared and was now making its way under my skirt. Some one made a joke across the table and I used the laughing as an excuse to shift my body in my seat and open up my legs. And while I glanced over at him he interjected in the conversation and made some well thought out response all the while his fingertips had finally found my underwear and his expression never changed. His movement paused when he got there, probably to enjoy the sensation of the moisture that had already began to soak through the cotton. I shifted again in my seat pushing ever so slightly into his hand. The woman across the table made a loud remark and all eyes at the table turned to her as she tried to back up her point on what ever it was they were all talking about. I had stoped listening the moment the stranger next to me had taken an interest in my flesh. It was good they were all looking away because I could not maintain my quiet expression when he used the back of his thumb nail to peel away my underwear from the side of my moist lips. My eyelids fluttered and half closed in response and I saw in my peripheral vision a small curl cross his lips, as he knew what he was doing to me. As he pushed my panties to the side I felt his two fingers plunge between my lips. And I exhaled loudly as my stomach
contracted in pleasure. No one heard me as the Latin music was playing loudly in the background. That was it just one deep strong plunge into me and he held it there for a few seconds. Enjoying the feeling of my muscles tightening around his fingers. Slowly he backed them out and I assumed they would be coming right back. But the retreat continued as his thumb just as graceful as it had arrived moved my panties back over my lips and his hand continued back down my thighs. I sat there silent and stunned and dripping wet wanting more. And just like that he stood up excused himself from the table and wished us all a good night. Sitting there stunned I watched him walk out the door of the bar. There was not even a break in the conversation taking place. Finally some one noticed my silence and inquired if I was all right. Bumbling I responded, “yes” and by the way “what was the name of the man who was just sitting next to me?”

The Way

It is more than the sway of our history that keeps me dizzy and holding a bearing heading straight to you. It must be the combination of so many things. The rocking and soft lullaby of your recent words that help keeps this boat afloat. The gentle call you make to me on the wind. Your words disguise them self as the sea. And I think I am letting nature lead me. I am convinced I am taking the right course. So here we go again directing our ships to one another. And I have released the anchors of our past so I can now move swiftly. I have not seen the shore in so long I have learned to believe and understand only that which is in front of me. And my eyes cut through the dark night sky with easy, my feet hold stead on a salty misty deck and my body knows the way. There is such determination in my hands as they remind my body of the pleasure you once gave. And I find no need to sleep. As the sun rises each day on an endless sea I feel some thing inside me. As the yearning and desire is growing I recognize this to mean I must be getting closer to you. And each night as the sun descends I make my ritual of joy in your name. In the still and the quiet of my bed I bring you to life. Standing above me with your loving eyes looking down. And you press your body into mine like to halves fining their hole. And before a word can be spoke I encounter your smell and my belly swells. I don’t dare close my eyes for you are here with me now in the dark and the quiet. It is you as it has always been. My body has known yours longer then we have both been alive and it is my pleasure to reunite them in this lifetime. In the night I imagine every part of you inside me, from your tongue to your fingertips and I want more. I want to pull you in, every inch of your body and hold you there tight and steady. ....