The hour was finally at hand and despite (or maybe because of) having exchanged dozens of emails, asking and answering 100's of questions, I felt that familiar mix of excitement, nervousness, arousal, anticipation and eagerness. GG (a nickname, given early on in a playful moment, that unexpectedly had stuck enough to get used interchangeably with your given name Morgan) had just let me know that she would be about 10 minutes late. I reflected for a moment on the last few weeks and how we had quickly found a rhythm of exploration, flirtatious banter, intermittently sexual and everyday life all through email.
Closing my eyes, I could practically feel all of my senses already attuning to you... the taste of slight saltiness as my lips teased your neck, the feel of your nipples hardening under my touch, the sound of your moans as you give into the sensations my lips and hands were making, the sight of your body shifting between undulating against me and freezing in place as another wave of sensual delight fired off wherever my lips and hands and breath touched, the smell of your arousal in response to my exploration...a true 5 sense experience. Shaking myself out of the daydream, I realized that my bulge was obvious to any who cared to look.
I strolled around the small park (really more of a green space) at the top of Nob Hill next to Grace Cathedral, trying to check the near manic charged energy I was feeling. The energy notched up significantly when I heard an incredibly sexy voice from behind say "James?" I turned, trying to settle myself push the "calm confident" me to the front instead of the "silly, goofy" me or the "nervous around really beautiful women" me and in that "mind's eye" instant, saw you and shifted into a grounded zen space incorporating all the "me's" into one...the real me. Your smile, which had drawn my comment early on in pictures was even more electric and high wattage in person...it lit up your entire face and was so contagious that I couldn't help but smile back.
"Morgan, it's great to see you and wow, you look amazing."
Closing the distance between us, I checked your expression and body language, sensing no withdrawal or defenses up, I took a chance and stepped in even closer, pulling you into a soft welcoming hug and taking the opportunity to whisper in your ear "of the fun we are going to have, sweet GG".
I knew I had chosen correctly when I felt your breath hitch and your hand slide up from my back to my neck and hairline and felt your fingers on my scalp and a barely audible whispered response "oh my...you went straight for my neck...careful or we might not make it to dinner".
Reaching back behind my neck, I took your hand in mine and lifted your hand, spinning you out from our embrace and back in again to dip you low which made you squeal in surprised delight. As tempting as it was to leave you dipped, especially given how erotically accentuated it made your bust, I pull you back up, lean in again and ever so quickly and softly kiss your lips. Ending the kiss, I step to place myself beside you, reaching over to grasp your hand in mine. "Shall we walk for a bit before dinner? If you've never been in Grace Cathedral, there is amazing artistry inside...mosaics, stained glass, labyrinths and more. We can stay as long or as little as we like."
I could see that my choice had surprised you, but that after all our exchanges, you were willing to trust me enough to go along and see where it led. "Ok, I'm game"
Pleased that you kept your hand in mine as we began to walk, I asked "how was the drive in...hopefully not too awful."
"it was fairly typical but given how much I wanted to be here already, it seemed like a very long drive. How was your day...hopefully not too stressful?"
"Work was fine, but I was for some reason I can't really put my finger on, I was terribly distracted all day and it seemed like time stood still." The last said with a goofy playful contemplative expression plastered across my features.
We now stood at the entrance, the famed Ghiberti doors towering in front of us. Pausing at the entrance, I lean over (just another excuse to take in your scent) and ask "Do you know the story of these doors? If not, would you like to know?"
"I don't know and am surprised you do, or is this just an excuse to whisper in my ear again? Mind you, I'm not complaining either way."
"Guilty as charged" and with that, I let my lips caress the soft skin of your neck just below your ear ever so briefly, smiling as I felt your hand squeeze mine in approval. As I pulled away, I stepped to the door, pulling your hand with mine.
"Here look at this and feel this...the intricacy, the detail, the age, the emotion that went into making the original and to think that this replica was made from casts taken by the nazi's in the late days of WWII."
I pulled you in front of me, moving you closer to the door and guided your hand to explore one of the squares, my own hand on top of yours, our fingers intertwined and exploring the pattern on the door. Stepping closer, I press my body against yours, not with enough force to move you, but with enough force that you feel the fullness of the contact. My other hand finds yours and after intertwining, I lift it so that our newly joined hands, rest on your abdomen. Leaning in again, I let you feel the heat of my breath on your neck and ear as I whisper "Do you feel it? Do you feel the repressed need, do you feel the barely held in check power? Do you feel the detail in every inch of what you touch?"
I smile outwardly as I feel your breath speed up, your abdomen clench and your body press ever so lightly but ever so obviously back against me, knowing without doubt that you feel my arousal as you press against me. I have to stop from laughing outwardly when I hear "I know I said I wanted to try public sex, but I never thought of this...are you actually trying to seduce me at the entrance of a church? How kinky." I suppressed my own reaction until felt your body shake as the giggling moved from slight and silent to heartier and audible. Finding myself entranced by your mirth and unable to resist, I joined in, laughing with you and shifting to open the door to take you in.
As the door opened, one of my hands on the small of your back the other holding the large door, I could feel you react to the ornate and gothic beauty inside. As you continued inside, I fell in beside you, my arm resting lightly on your back, my hand at your hip.
With a subtle pressure similar to a good lead, I steered us over toward the side aisles to take a closer look at De Rosen's historical aisle murals. Walking from one to the next, not really paying attention to the art, but instead more focused on observing you, listening as you ask questions, noticing the different inflections in your voice and seeking to learn how your mind worked.
As we reached the end of the aisles, I leaned in an asked if you if you had ever been in a labyrinth. "No, though I have been in a few mazes. Why?"
"We have one right over here, but instead of a minotaur at the center, this one has serenity...or so they say. Let's try something...trust me ok?"
I hold your gaze letting you search to find what you need to say yes...a couple seconds pass before you say simply "ok".
