All day I have been closed up inside rooms, speaking of trivial matters. Now at last I have come out into the night, myself a center of darkness. Beneath the clouds the low sky glows with scattered light. I can hardly think this is happening... I am meeting my lover, the man who touched me deeply... smile... with out even using his hands, ironically. I don't have a picture, at least other than the one he drew in my mind. How will I know him? He assured me that I will... "just keep waiting for me, you'll know when I'm near". Strange words coming across my computer screen, they were. Strange words glowing at my eyes in my darkened room, in a chilly lime green font. Those words hit me like tongues of fire in my belly.
Obediently walking through the raining park, inhaling the fresh scent of this unfamiliar place, I am far away from home, in a strange land drenched with rain showers and violent thunderstorms. Here on my Spring Break, recklessly only coming here to meet him. Shivering, I feel the hair on the back of my neck prickle up. I inhale deeply... masculinity... deep woods... smell of cedar wood and fire. I turn, but there is no one around. Sigh... I open the letter I have in my bag, the one and only you sent and let go of another jagged sigh. If it were only real...
My body is thoroughly soaked to the skin, but I am radiating a warm glow of pleasure as I walk over to the swing in the playground. Careful not to get the letter wetter, I open my flimsy umbrella I hastily bought at the airport, and start to read...
His words bespeak of a brilliant mind, a tender heart, and a passionate body. Inhaling deeply again, I catch the scent, but am too wrapped up in the words to look around. You have been standing, leaning against a big tree, watching me. Your movements are so soft and catlike, I never heard you approach... you are only 10 feet away now, as you watch my arousal return.
I am reading aloud, in my Irish laced accent, from your letter now... as your write about touching me, I unconsciously let my hand move down to my soaked jeans. With middle and ring fingers reaching down, I rub myself through my jeans... and feel the source of heat. Kicking my feet back, I take the swing for a ride, back and forth, flying through the air softly, while my hand is sending shards of electric current up my spine and downward, radiating through my thighs. This letter is describing your tongue, tasting me... I climb higher into the air with my swing, butterflies in my tummy now tightening the pressure of my hand... Now you are making love to me, grinding against the wall...
I toss my head back and let the letter fly through the misty air as I take the swing to the next level. My legs are opened widely as I thoroughly lose myself in the feeling, the intimate climax... my muscles CRYING out for something to enter me, something for them to cling too. I throw my head back and cry out in ecstasy as I cream in my jeans..... "Rafael, oh where are you, luv?" I scream out into the air. Here in this bright absence of day, I feel myself opening.
All around us the soft rain is whispering, thousands of feet of air invisible to us. You watch with blazoned yes, swollen manhood crying out "Shannon, here I am!" , yet, your lips remain silent. With the self control of a hundred gods, you inhale smelling my scent, and wait...
My swing slows it's rhythm as my head collapses on my shoulder. My soft tears blend in with the rain, I say aloud, "Aw, Shannon, luv! You should know men by now, full o'lies and disappointments.." You come forward and walk behind my swing, still keeping your distance, you finally say: "I've never been known to disappoint a woman in my life."
I jump off clearing 5 feet off the swing, and take off in a bolting run, not looking back. Dashing to the safety of my rental truck, I hear you running to catch up, hollering, "WAIT a minute!" Diving into the truck, slam locking the doors, I struggle with the ignition keys with wet shaking hands. You catch up and put your hands on the hood and say, "Shannon, WAIT!!!" At the sound of my name my eyes flash up, "Who the hell are you?" I scream. "It's me you crazy Irish woman, Rafael!"