Her breathing slowing, “My, God, Mitchie,” touching the tip of her finger to the center of her chest, to her heart, “I could feel you coming all the way to here.”
Still atop, “Am I getting heavy?” attempting to roll off, and out...
“No, honey.” Her hands playing over my back, onto and between the cheeks of my buttocks, “Don’t go yet.”
Dropping my cheek to her cheek, smelling the slight floral scent of her flesh, closing my eyes, my heart beating against her heart, knowing it could not be... Knowing it could never be, more than anything in this world, more than anything, I wanted whatever earthly years I had left to be in the arms of this woman.
Cyber Affair 6
Day One - 4: Friday, June 18
“Honey...” My arm draped over her hip, laying face to face, mouth to mouth, each feeling the breath of the other, Barbara’s breasts soft upon my chest, softly speaking of her writing and of my writing... Getting to know each other without having to push the “send” button. . “...you hungry?”
The close contact breaking, turning from me, glancing at the clock-radio on the nightstand, ‘6:20’ “Yeah,” she said, “I am!”
Kissing my neck, then kissing it again, “An’ I gotta pee.”
Rather than throwing the light cover off and crossing behind the bed, climbing over me, straddling my head with her outstretched arms, Barbara stopped long enough to, teasingly, rub her heavy, pendulous breasts over my face allowing an elongated nipple to remain in my mouth a second or two before bonding off the bed.
Leaving the bathroom door partially open, hearing the sound of urine splashing into water, “What’ch’ya got a taste for?” I asked.
“Steak!” she answered immediately, “I could eat a cow!”
Padding back to the bed, our hips touching, she sat next to me as I called the desk and, “Hi!” I said, “Can you tell me where’s a good place to get a steak?” Listening a moment, “Great! Can we walk?” ... "Okay, thanks. Can you make a reservation for, uh, hold on a second, will you.” leaning across the bed, glancing at the clock-radio, “Seven-thirty okay?” I whispered to Barbara.
“Tell him seven-forty-five”.
“Can you make that reservation for seven-forty-five.” I said to the desk clerk ... “Great, thanks.”
“So, where we going?”
Strange, here we were, sitting naked with our hips touching making a dinner reservation and it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.
“ 'Ruth’s Chris'.” Gently pushing her back on the bed, I kissed the space between her flattened breasts, then lay the side of my face onto the warm, semi-hard surface of Barbara’s chest listening to the soft thumping of her heart.
“Hey,” pulling my head up by my hair, “I got to take a shower, yet!”
“You want me to join you?”
“Yes, sir, I certainly do! But if you do, we’ll never get out of here... Later. Okay?”
“Okay,” I said, “you first.”
Apparently learning so much about me in such a short time, apparently loving to tease me, apparently knowing that I loved her teasing me, pulling herself off the bed, standing before me, holding my head, leaning forward and twisting from side to side she playfully batted my face her breasts.
And, yeah, apparently knowing, I did love it.
The shower off now, standing within the tub pulling the towel from side to side across my back, I watched as Barbara stood nude before the mirror applying eye liner.
Still wet, Barbara’s dark hair lay loosely to the middle of her neck. Her deep waist accentuating her ample buttocks, Barbara’s thighs – which didn’t bother me because I imagined those thighs held tightly to either side of my face – Barbra’s thighs were on the pudgy side, but her calves and ankles shapely.
Actually, my favorite female body type had always been a bit on the zaftig side and I could never quite understand my marrying an eternally thin woman or falling in love with Helen, who was also a thin woman.
Now, looking at Barbara from behind, loving what I saw, unable to resist, “Hey, honey,” I said, “tell me to kiss your ass!”
Glancing over her shoulder, “Hey, Mitchie, kiss my ass!”
Which I did, on both sides, then again and, for luck, or really because I just wanted to, I kissed them again.
Just being with Barbara! I thought, It Feels so good just being with Barbara!
“ 'Ruth’s Chris',” I told the cab driver.
Turning from the waiter to me, “Know what I’d like?” Back to the waiter, “A Margarita, please.”
“Blended,” he asked, “with salt?”
“Bombay martini, dry, please.” I was about to say, “stirred, not shaken,” but wasn’t in a James Bond kind of mood.
Sitting across from each other, our hands held atop the table...
Savoring here and now, not wishing to speak, quiet for a couple of minutes...
“Feels kind of surrealistic, doesn’t it?”
Almost startled at the sound of her voice, taking a deep breath. “Yes! My God, yes!” I answered.
“This, now,” Barbara said, “is so unbelievable that I feel like I’m living a dream.”
The waiter returned.
Lost in this dream, the dream of actually being here, of actually being together. Afraid if I released Barbara’s hand the dream would dissolve. Afraid if my eyes strayed from Barbara’s eyes I would awake and the dream would dissolve.
Quiet again, neither she nor I spoke.
To be continued.
©February 20, 2012 / Mark M. Lichterman