Hmmm… So. You want to know what’s put this smile on my face and brought out this inner glow around me? If you really want to know, I’ll tell you then. I had lunch with a friend that I’ve known for a few years now, and joyfully got so much more than anyone could have planned for... But I want to tell you as if it’s happening again so I can feel it as I remember it – it was wonderful. I hope you don’t think me crude – this was anything but… Good – I’ll share it with you… I could not stop the muscles in my face from turning to a huge grin that stirred the glow to an almost visible light.
Dave and I have known each other for a few years now, like I said. We’ve talked about everything under the sun, we’ve solved the world’s problems, we’ve become comfortable in our friendship and our differences. We’ve even made love a few times – so we both knew we were passionate people separately and together. But I don’t think either one of expected… Remembering made my body tingle, my heart start to beat a little faster and my mouth water.
Let me tell you a little bit about Dave before I go on with the story. Dave is a manly man with both inner and outer strength that doesn’t necessarily attract attention except to those he wishes to see it. He is disciplined – military style and very much a gentleman. When he moves his body, he has a lithe grace that flows so naturally that he looks like he and the earth enjoy being in contact with each other. He is comfortable in his body and the land is comfortable with his body moving on it. He is a man who has made agreements with his environment and both have kept up their part and become friends. He is intelligent, quick witted and has a gentle humor that protects a will of steel. He is generous and caring.
As you can see, I’m not exactly a youthful model stereotype. I am an older woman with more salt than pepper and a woman’s body - I think Starbuck’s calls it – “Grandee.” So when Dave made it obvious that he was interested in me, I was – well… curious, you might say. I mean, I’m attractive and intelligent and have many good qualities and all that, but generally men don’t make women over 50 their first choice, so to speak. So I was surprised and delighted when Dave directed his attention to me. Not only that – to tell the truth – my whole body reacted to him – to his hard body – so different from mine – to his suppleness – to his masculinity – to his strength and self discipline and the way he focused in on me. Right from the very beginning he knew how to “be” with another person… Anyway…
Dave called me and asked if I wanted to meet him for lunch. We decided to picnic in the mountains. The air feels warm and crisp and clean and the bright sunshine lights up the incredibly blue sky this time of the year. The scent of spring is in the air and it's intoxicating. Our plans are to eat at one of the numerous, private picnic tables along Helen Hunt Falls Road. I am at the table first, sit to save it and wait for Dave. I have box lunches for us to eat.
As it happens, our cars end up parked for privacy, one parallel to the picnic table - close enough to lean on if we want to and the other is angled so no one can see us from the road. Someone can, however, easily see this table is taken from the road so it's not likely that anyone will come up this drive. I feel a gentle warm breeze blowing and the sound of the brook gurgles in rhythm to the forest sounds. Vehicles zoom by on the road below - this whole road is a favorite of lovers looking for privacy in the glowing sun and delicate forest.
I watch as Dave gets out of his car. He’s already taken his working clothes off and changed into outdoor clothes and his shoulder muscles, arms and hands tease me with their masculine hardness tensing under his shirt. When he walks towards me, his hiker’s legs and feet pad the ground in noiseless, sure steps like a strolling mountain lion. Then he focuses his attention on me, drawing me to him with his eyes. The gentle wind around us carries the scent of desire, both our nostrils flare and the tension begins.
Dave has blankets, one for the seat of the table one for the table and our lunches. We start to make small talk – “How’s work?” “How’s the writing coming along?” … all the while, the magic in his eyes makes me want to touch him… touch him all over. He looks deep inside me, finds my inner passion spot with every move and every gesture and fans the fire that has obviously kindled there. I do not have the discipline that he has and I reach to touch his hand. He smiles a teasing smile and reaches to accommodate my passion. I think he is delighted that he is the only one that can ignite me in 20 seconds or less. We can already feel the heat between us; smell the primal pull. I move to his side of the table - the lunches can wait.
