A moment in Time

It was late. It felt like I had been driving forever. This was the first day I was truly alone, a time for reflection, time to experience life and one of those rare me moments where anything was possible. Not, the me that was on call 24/7 to family, friends and work colleagues. That dependable, reliable good girl, that seemed to be everyone’s best friend and saviour. This was all about the part of me that no one knew, hidden even from myself at times. A time to just be me, without fear, without judgement just the pure joy of experiencing life.

Seeing lights in the distance I figured it was also time for a coffee break. As I sat there hugging my coffee, I wondered if he’ll be there when I get there. Will I have time to freshen up? Will he be everything that I imagined? Will I be what he imagined? We had written so many times over the years that it seemed a little surreal to finally make the connection, even if only for the moment. Would we still have that magical chemistry that floated over the internet or would it fail us in real life. Part of me didn’t want to find out but another part was curious, tired of the what if’s, the fear of being found lacking or even the fear of success, of finding that perfect moment. We shared so much, yet so little. Even after months of nothing, my mind and body reacted to just seeing his face on the screen and listening to his accent. Such simple words yet the memories took me back to our late night stories and this innocent world of erotic fantasy. I should have expected it, yet somehow I didn’t.

My mind drifts; I close my eyes and smile. I can see the images so vividly, the feel of his skin as I glide my fingers gently across his body. The texture, the heat, the goose bumps as I listen to his breath and learn the way his body reacts. I take a deep breath as I imagine how he smells and how he tastes. The thought of tasting his skin brings a flush to my cheeks.

I open my eyes, glad there is no one else around to see my reaction, I can’t help but be drawn back into that magical world of skin on skin that seems to be ours alone. As my eyes drift closed again, I feel his hands on my body, learning my curves, I’m beyond worrying about my body shape, all I feel is the way my skin heats, the anticipation of his next touch, the thought of wrapping my lip around him, of finally tasting him and him tasting me. Our bodies wrapped around each other, that pure delicious feeling of intimacy, lust and joy. The freedom to be ourselves.

My breath quickens as I picture his body moving on top on mine, finally, it feels like forever, he slowly enters my body. It feels amazing, this connection of skin on skin. We stop, take a breath and smile as we begin to move, slowly following that rhythm as ancient as time. Our bodies heat, grow impatient as our pace quickens. We have no control now, our bodies have taken over, hard, fast, each lost in this world of pure sensation, my arms, hands can’t get enough of him, the need to touch is overwhelming.

I hear a door slam and I’m jolted back to reality, I lift my now cold coffee to take a sip and get my breathing back under control. I squirm on the chair, feeling my bodies unfulfilled reaction to just my thoughts. Wow I think, soon this will be real. I smile as I hop back in the car. Not long now.