The fresh spring rain made musical splashes against the glass windows of her tiny apartment. The continuous sound and rhythm of the rain created a beautiful melody, slowly calming her nerves. She was brimming with nervous energy, like a constant current coursing through her insides, and the rain gave her something to focus on. The effect was cathartic and very soothing, almost hypnotic.
Her instincts told her today would change her life. She was excited and nervous to see where this adventure would take her. This was a twist she could have never predicted when their story began.
Their story had started months ago when they became friends online. Casual chats occurring sporadically at first. Their exchanges seemed harmless enough. Eventually the conversations started to last for hours, the banter flowed effortlessly between them. She loved how natural their dialogue felt. Even the long nights curled up talking on the phone felt natural and time flew past as she was entranced by his southern accent.
The exchanges were friendly at first. She soon found, though, that just seeing his user name logging on made her heart race, filling her insides with butterflies. He seemed to be pleased to see her as well. He hid this at first, possibly afraid that showing such eagerness so soon would drive her away. His nonchalance peaked her interest further. Soon enough, it was no secret that his presence made her excited and that the feeling was mutual.
It all seemed pretty innocent, at least initially. Besides, it felt nice to have a secret, something that belonged to just them. This was their safe little world that they could freely roam together in. Their secret online fantasy world. At some point though she felt it change. He started to invade her thoughts at all hours of the day and night, the line between fantasy and reality becoming blurred. The intensity of their sexual attraction multiplying rapidly.
On paper, they were a stark contrast. One seeing life’s miracles and believing in fairytales, while the other was more jaded when it came to love. A union of both tenderness and jagged sharp edges. But, when they talked nothing made more sense than the two of them together. It was indefinable, this connection between them, some invisible bond linking them, and drawing them closer day by day. Their once friendly banter now thick with sexual need.
Their relationship took a unexpected turn about a month ago. He casually asked for her address, claiming he wanted to send her something. That simple question made her hands shake, and made her heart race even faster. She reached into her inner depths and found the trust to give him what he sought. Being able to trust someone again with such ease surprised her. It made her heart soar to realize her ability to trust had been restored. It was like a buried artifact, that simply had to be unearthed, resurrecting that precious feeling she believed to be lost forever.
She obliged him with her address, three simple lines of text that opened her whole world to this man. Three lines that made her real. Three lines that meant the world to her. Three simple lines that caused fantasy and reality to collide.
Weeks passed and nothing was said of the address. She was tempted to bring the subject up, but decided to say nothing about it unless he did. Early one morning as she was getting ready for work there was a knock at the door. Outside the door stood a simple delivery man, patiently waiting with a beautiful bouquet in hand.
She tentatively opened the door, asking if she could help him. He asked for her by name and handed her a bouquet of flowers. They were beautiful, fragrant Spring flowers and inside the bouquet was a card. The card contained one line of writing in neat, slanted script.
“Meet me at the Italian eatery down the block, tonight at 7:00 PM. It is just the beginning.”
She could never have guessed that opening that door would change life as she knew it. It’s ironic how simple moments come without warning and bring an absolute shift in our lives. Life has a very of throwing you a curveball just to see how you respond. Now one simple message instantly made her feel weak in the knees.
She had mentioned the Italian eatery before in casual conversation, but she did not realize he would remember it. She never imagined he would show up there. It hit her then like a ton of bricks, he was here. He was in her hometown and in her favorite restaurant, a collision of her two worlds she never saw coming.
One quick call into work and she was able to take the day off and pamper herself. She could not decide if this was for him or if it was a method to calm herself. Either way, there is a ritualistic, soothing repetition to getting ready for a special night. Preparation giving her something to focus all the energy and anticipation she was bursting with. She could feel the animalistic way she craved him and the way thinking about him made her feel so sensual.
When she was done with pampering, she picked out her favorite short red dress with strappy black heels. The choice of attire did not scream slut but it did not even hint at prude. Instead, it revealed enough to warrant prolonged gazes, but left enough mystery to tantalize one’s imagination. It would leave any man wanting to see more.
A couple spritzes of her favorite perfume and a silken layer of her best lotion filled her apartment with a scent to match her excitement. She decided to go simple with her make-up and leave her hair down, just the way he loved it . A natural look that accentuated her beauty rather than painting over the canvas of it.
She looked at the clock for what must have been the thousandth time that afternoon and it was time to leave.
She decided walking to the Italian eatery would be best. It would allow her to breathe the crisp rain scented air, to clear her head. When she arrived at the Italian eatery she placed her hand on the door, begging herself to be brave enough to enter. After a moment passed, her nervous hand finally stopped shaking and she opened the door.
As she entered she immediately noticed it was empty. Not a soul there other than her and a young gentleman that asked if she was Samantha. She nodded, too confused to verbally answer. He asked her to follow him to a table. When she rounded the corner she stopped in her tracks, breathless, heart racing. There he sat, her prince charming.
He was the picture of perfection, sitting at a beautifully decorated table with fresh flowers and candles. The candles and flowers did not stop at the one table where he was seated, they were everywhere. The whole dining room was covered with bouquets, the air thick with their fragrant scent. Countless candles were flickering warmly. Even the slightest rush of air splashed the ceiling, floors and walls with calmly flickering shadows as flames lazily clung to wicks.
That was when she heard it, music, softly filling the room. The language that they had always spoken together without the need for words. It was an album they discussed at great length, one that they both had very personal ties to that no one knew of. Just another intimacy happily kept as a close secret between lovers in a world of their own.
When he saw her walk in, she heard him audibly inhale as he stood. He approached her and held out his hand. She briefly wondered if he felt the same way she did at the moment. She desperately tried to appear calm on the surface while anxiety swirled deep inside. Every cell in her body reacted to the sight of him.
For the first time ever, she touched him, as she placed her hand in his. The feeling was overwhelming, all anxiety instantly gone. The thought that this was all some lunatics dreams was now cast away. Of all the sensations that could have convinced her of their connection, the meeting of flesh was it. The contact of skin serving as proof that this is more than real. It may truly be fate turning the world’s gears to finally bring them together.
It felt like her hand had found the place that it had always longed to be.
Even though there was a beautiful meal on the table and the food would get cold, he took her in his arms and they began to dance. His embrace was like a warm hug, his body pressed against hers as they moved to the music. He was just tall enough that her head rested on his chest. His hands around her waist, hers around his neck. He leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead as they swayed to the music. This, she decided, was heaven on earth.
He motioned for the waiter saying he could be excused, he would lock up. He mentioned to tell the owner thanks and that he owes him one. Once again they began to dance. Their dance, their moment, it felt like they were the only people that existed on the planet. She finally gathered the courage to look into his eyes. She swore that she could see into his gentle and kind soul. That is when he leaned in and kissed her softly.
She moved her hands to his face, holding him as their lips met, silently begging for the kiss to never end. Keeping eye contact with her, he began to let his hands wander, touching her body. The body he had spent so many months dreaming about. He felt her curves, her soft skin, her pounding heart. He knew then that he could live the rest of his life touching only her, holding only her, kissing only her. He found perfection in her.
They began to kiss more urgently, instinct guiding their tongues to do their own hungry dance. Their bodies matching each others movements. Hands insistently exploring more of each other. The passion building like flames licking and spreading along their skin until he finally scooped her into his arms and carried her to the small couch in the seating area at the front of the eatery.
This was the same couch that she had sat on so many times waiting for a table to open. Things had changed in an instant, nothing would ever be the same . He held her tightly, both of them lost in the passion building with every movement. Motioning for her to stand he reached behind her, unzipping her dress. He slowly slid it from her shoulders and let it fall in a whisper to the ground.
He reassured her that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever envisioned. Every curve and angle alluring, as if she had been designed for him and him alone.
His eyes burned into hers, as if seeking her permission.
‘Yes.’ her eyes begged, ‘yes, continue.’
He reached behind her again, this time undoing her bra and sliding the straps ever so gently down her shoulders. Her nipples instantly hardening at the mixture of cool air and his touch. She knew he could feel her body tremble. Her breathing quickening, her entire body brimming with sheer anticipation of what was to come.
Sliding his fingers into the elastic of her matching lace panties, he slowly slid them down. She could physically feel him savoring the moment, Her smooth skin was rippled in goose flesh. For the next few moments, he just held her shaking body. She was memorizing the feel and scent of him Her shampoo, perfume, skin, and their heady pheromones all mingling into one intoxicating aroma.
She had been so mesmerized by the passion she was feeling that she hadn’t even noticed that he was already stripped naked. She did notice when he guided her down on the couch and climbed on top of her. His body fully revealed now, eyes gazing into hers as they kissed again, deeper than before. It was as if each kiss only made their craving stronger. Totally awakening the primal needs that have been patiently waiting for far too long to know release.
His naked weight pressing against her made her feel a safety she never knew until this moment. Something about the feel of his body made her feel protected yet wanted in the most raw primal way. Every touch as his hands roamed only reinforced her need to feel him deep within her. He trailed his kisses up her neck to her ear, the heat and need of exhaled breath saying more than words had the power to at that moment.
His hardness spoke this way as well, pressing against her, conveying yearning in ways that language often fails to. She was ablaze, wet with desire to feel him inside her. Her body was aching with need and her mind was ablaze with longing. She didn’t know this type of sexual hunger existed.
There is something almost akin to telepathy between lovers, an unseen tether between two that messages travel through. Sometimes this takes years. With him, though, he seemed to just know exactly what she craved more than anything then. No words were exchanged. It was like a reflex for her legs to part in response to feel of his throbbing flesh. He pressed his hardness against the opening of her soft wet pussy gliding it up and down her glistening, swollen lips.
As he kissed her deeply, he slowly slid inside of her. The warmth of being inside her was overwhelming, the soft sounds she made as he fully entered her, each inch eagerly enveloped. Their kisses urgent and hungry. Tongues exploring as bodies intertwined. She couldn’t touch him enough, feel him enough or kiss him deep enough. Her body ached for him, the need permeating between them.
She clasped her arms tightly and held him, praying that this moment never ended. She could feel his cock sliding in and out of her drenched soft tunnel. She could hear the noises of their sex, feel the way that he fit perfectly. Memorizing the way her flesh stretched to accept all of him. The way her juices coated his length as she arched her back to accept him deeper.
It has been a while for both of them and she knew their passion would quickly rage towards release no matter how long she wished this could last. There would be more chances to take their time exploring one another. Another need consumed her now, words that would inevitably rush out as she began to flex tightly around his pumping cock.
That is when, right as she was about to cum, she arched her back and held him tighter. As her orgasm finally overtook her body, she quietly whispered the words she had been holding in.
“I love you.”
He thrusted harder, driving his flesh ever deeper as her walls possessively clenched around him. It seemed as if those words were all that he needed to reach that final plane where ecstasy unstoppably swells and bursts. Three words to meet her orgasm with his own as he erupted his essence. Trembling the entire time as her depths greedily squeezed every last drop.
He whispered the same three words at that moment in her, too. Words that gave her his heart while also imparting her with a piece of himself no other could ever claim.
Such mutual ecstasy is like welcome oblivion. Time passes and she doesn’t know how long it lasted. She knew he remained inside her after, cupping her face in his hands and covering her in slow kisses. And when he slipped out, they were on their sides, snuggling close.
She’s only faintly aware of everything else. The music still played, the album set to repeat. The meal remained untouched, forgotten. They fed their mutual hunger with each other’s essence. The candles flickered, their bodies more mysterious in the contrast of dancing glows and shadows. The aroma of flowers mingling with the scent of their bodies, a secret garden they finally became one in.
Everything between them, though, feels amplified. Still alone in the place, they lay in each other’s arms naked for what seemed like hours. She could feel the beat of his heart against hers, rhythms matching exactly. Their calm breathing. A little talking at times, but not much. It wasn’t necessary right now. The afterglow said more than enough.
She knew now that this is what had always been missing. He was the part of her heart she had longed and prayed for. This is how love should feel.
This is NOT the end, for them this is just the beginning.
