When can I see you? I need to see you. We need to find somewhere we can be alone. There's so many things I dream about doing with you!
Like what? he said, with a cheeky look that she couldn't see, yet she could clearly imagine the corners of his lips draw wide into a grin that would be reflected in his dark eyes, she knew his face so well.
Do you really want me to tell you? Now? While you're at work? she asked, knowing that it was another boundary that once crossed could not be undone, she also worried that the depth of her desire expressed in words might shock or even scare him. Mostly though she hoped her words would arouse him and that it would be hard for him to conceal any physical reaction her words might entice, she wanted to make him hard, harder than he'd ever been, to feel the depths of her desire.
Yes, I'm sure, he said, although the longer than normal pause before he replied made her wonder if he really was ready to hear what she had been fantasising about.
They'd had a few conversations since they found each other again, about sex, what kinds of things they had experimented with over the years and he seemed a little shocked and slightly embarrassed to engage at times with some of her disclosures. She wondered if he was finding it hard to be completely open with her, was he holding back? Was he feeling guilty about their blossoming emotional connection...maybe. Was he wary of her, a little scared of where this could go... probably, but so was she.
They had spent some of the best days together, when they were much younger. Days that held a special place in both their hearts of impulsive sex whenever they felt the need to be close to each other, which was quite often when they were teenagers exploring their love; late night urgent kitchen exploits while parents slept upstairs, slightly uncomfortable car sex in the smallest of mini's, memories of orange light bathed naked bodies fully entwined, sat in his lap for hours in a slow, soul encompassing love making session that still caused a tightening in her cunt if she took her mind back there. They had experienced the kind of real love she thought was easy to come by in her youthful naivety and presumed was normal for everyone at the time, she couldn't have been more wrong.
Still he was here again now waiting for her to start writing her reply, not really sure what to expect from this woman he still found a little dangerous and unpredictable at times, yet he had no control over how she was making him feel with just her words. They'd been texting constantly, night and day for weeks now, thousands and thousands of messages hidden from the rest of the world. He was impressed with her honesty and openness at times, even though he sometimes felt a burn in his cheeks when she described some memories of him in intimate detail. She enjoyed getting this reaction from him, it made her want to push the boundaries further.
I'd like to get you alone, she began, so I can touch you and kiss you and show you everything I've been dreaming about doing to you.
I know a house that's going to be empty soon he said tentatively. We could meet there? Her mind froze for a second, all her fantasies could become reality and that was equally thrilling and terrifying at the same time, especially as the empty house he spoke of was his parents house where they'd spent most of their youthful days fucking almost 30 years ago.
Really she said, when?
