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A first encounter
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A first encounter You arrived at my home. Your were away for the weekend and I was home alone. I greeted you at the door. You were wearing something comfortable for we had agreed to veg and binge on Netflix. The plan was to stay home, watch something entertaining and talk to get to know one another. We’d order out and just spend time in each other’s company. It was our first time meeting so there was anxiety in the air. But it soon dissipated as we became comfortable in each other’s presence. We were trying something that we agreed would be safe, comfortable and noncommittal but with the possibility of recurring encounters if both of us felt there was chemistry. We moved to the living room where you sat on the couch and, after I grabbed the remote, I sat down at the other end of the couch. I didn’t know your comfort and didn’t want to invade your space. You looked over at me and then sat against me, pulling my arm around you and putting your legs on the couch. It felt so natural as if we had been friends or a couple for . I don’t know how long this lasted. The warmth of your body against mine and the slight but seductive fragrance from your hair were only interrupted by your occasional laugh or comment on what was playing. I was torn. I genuinely wanted this to work; an occasional activity with you, away from our normal lives; a space without judgement where we could be ourselves without worrying about others. We had discussed sex but it wasn’t to be the reason for meeting. If this experiment was to work, we would to develop some basis beyond sex. And yet, your proximity to me, your curves, your voice all had me aroused. You began slowly massaging my arm still around you. I was still consumed by your slight but seductive fragrance. Was it from your soap, perfume, shampoo or merely pheromones? I was so mesmerized that I hadn’t noticed that you had removed your glasses. You gently kissed my hand and shifted around so your face was intimately close to mine, your hair to one side, exposing your neck. We gazed in each other’s eyes and you looked at my mouth in agreement before we locked lips. I looked down at your hand’s gentle caress moving up my inner thigh. But I stopped your hand. And you looked at me puzzled, afraid that you had crossed some imaginary line. I smiled, kissed you firmly and leaned you back. “You’ve had a long week, today’s all about you,” as I worked my way down your body with kisses from my lips and flickers of my tongue... |
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