I logged into my social networking site and began skimming through the new posts. All of a sudden, I noticed a reply on one of my local groups. Could it be? The face looked so familiar. Rob! Sure enough, this guy's name was Rob. Same last name too.
The memories came flooding back. We worked together. He was a year younger than me and I was his boss. He was tall, lean, and half Cherokee. He had gorgeous, thick black hair that tempted me to run my hands through it. His deep blue eyes seemed to see right through my soul. His high, chiseled cheekbones, gave him a manly edge and yet his lips were plump and kissable looking. His smile could light up a room! His voice made me melt. It was so deep and sexy. I used to set up situations where he had to return my call just so I could hear his voice. I wanted him so much! But I was his boss so I never acted upon my lust.
We did go places with a group of people. Out to eat, dancing, parties, picnics and the like, but I always admired him from afar. The times we were close together were difficult for me. I felt like he knew of my desire and yet I felt that I couldn't act upon it. I also felt like he was constantly setting up situations where we did have to work side by side.
He quit that job nearly 40 years ago. I did see him once after that. He came in to buy something. We chatted. He had a good job and a girlfriend. I had a boyfriend. He needed to get home. We gave each other a quick hug and he left.
I did think of him from time to time over the years but I never expected to see him again. People move on. I moved on and to many different states before coming back here. And then I got divorced. I was newly divorced on the day that I saw his picture. I felt a bit of disbelief. Could this really be him?
I clicked on his page. That face! It was him for sure. His hair was just as thick and gorgeous as ever but now that beautiful shade of silver that almost sparkles in the sunlight. Ah, Rob. You are old now. So am I. I could see that his interests hadn't changed. And better still, he wasn't married!
I bit my lip and contemplated sending him a friend request. Then I remembered getting a friend request from a recently divorced guy. We had gone to school together. Back then he hadn't been very nice to me. I did accept the request but felt like he was hitting on me. We really had nothing in common so he eventually stopped messaging me and married some woman. I didn't want to make Rob feel like I was doing that to him. But, I've always been rather impulsive. I sent him the friend request.
Three days later, he accepted my request. Three days after that, he messaged me. We chatted about old times. And that was that. It went nowhere. Until it suddenly did!
I woke up to a message telling me that he was going to be in my city the next day on business and would I be interested in meeting him for dinner? I said I would and asked him if he'd like to see my friend's band. They were playing in the neighboring city at a little restaurant/bar. I really wanted to see them but I couldn't find anyone interested in going with me. He agreed to go.
We met about an hour before the band started playing. We had a really scrumptious dinner and listened to the band for about an hour. The place was small and the acoustics were not the best so it was hard to have a conversation in there. It also didn't have a dance floor and I was itching to dance.
He told me to look at my phone. He had sent me a message. I laughed. We were sitting right next to each other and had to message each other because the music was so loud! Ha! He told me that he really liked the band but he wanted to talk to me some more. He asked me if I knew of a place where we could do that. That's when we high tailed it back to my house.
He took a seat on my couch and I got us cold drinks. I put on some music but kept the volume down low. I hadn't sat down yet. The first song that came onto my lineup was Led Zeppelin, Whole Lotta Love. Oh yes! Luck of the draw there because he was a big Zeppelin fan.
He gazed up at me from the couch, drew a deep breath and said, "Can you still dance like you used to? You were so sensual!"
I giggled. I knew that there were a lot of moves that I used to do that I couldn't do now, but I still loved to dance.
"Hang on. Let me slip into something more comfortable and we'll see."
I ran into my room and grabbed the new rose colored chemise that I had gotten a few days prior. I hadn't tried it on yet but it fit perfectly. It was thin and slinky, felt like silk against my skin as it slithered down my body. The spaghetti straps were adjustable but I left them as is so that my breasts threatened to pop out. The bodice was sheer lace and the hem fell to my knees.
I danced out of the bedroom. He grinned up at me.
"That color is perfect on you! Do you remember that silk blouse that you used to wear? It was that color."
"Oh yeah. I wore it with a purple wrap around skirt."
"You wore no panties under that skirt. And the wind caught it one day and..."
"You saw that?"
He laughed. "We all saw that! Oh man, that was hot!"
I knew that I should be blushing but I rarely get embarrassed. I just bit my lip, giggled, then looked at him, batted my eyes and smiled. I continued to dance, let my hips sway and gyrate, bent my knees and worked my butt closer to the floor as I ran my hands down my body.
I didn't look at him for a time. I just danced like I always did. I find when I dance for someone, I have a tendency to stare at them too much and I feel like I am coming across as creepy.
He stood up from the couch with some difficulty. He has very long legs and the couch is low to the floor.
"Oh yeah, you're still hot!"
His eyes suddenly veered to the left. He picked up a book and asked me what it was.
"It's about various healing techniques. I haven't finished it yet. But from what I have read so far, it works. I made someone's knuckle pain go away and I've tried it on myself. When I finish doing it, I feel really happy. I feel like I'm glowing."
"Do you think it would work on my lower back pain? It was nagging at me earlier and your couch didn't help too much." He shot the stink eye at the offending brown furniture as he pointed to it.
"I could try! Just don't sue me if it doesn't work. I haven't finished the book yet."
He laughed. "What do I have to do?"
"Oh well..." I had to try to think through the steps that I needed to do. "If you're wearing any metal, you have to take if off. Empty your pockets and take off your shoes. And if you're wearing a belt..." I looked at his waist. My eyes were drawn down to the crotch of his black jeans. I saw a bulge there. "Um, no belt, so... We're good there!"
I grabbed a bar stool with no back to it and told him to sit on it when he was ready. "I'm just going to get things ready then warm up my hands to make them more sensitive and also loosen my diaphragm."
He sat on the stool and watched me in an amused fashion as I went through the series of exercises.
"Wouldn't a back rub be easier than all of that?"
I told him that it probably would but I was going to do more than that. I was going to cleanse his aura and remove any diseased or clogged energy, then comb through his aura and fill it up with good energy. And I wouldn't even have to touch him to do it.
"Your whole body is going to feel wonderful when I'm done."
"Oh yeah? Okay then. Let's see what you can do."
"You just relax. Put your tongue against the roof of your mouth and breathe deeply."
I did the same but I made sure to do the measured breathing as I had read to do in the book.
"This might seem a little weird but I need to scan your aura first. I will do that with my hands. They will go over your body from about three feet away to within 3 inches of you. But I won't actually touch you. I am just trying to see how far out your aura extends at various spots. And then I will work at clearing any blockages."
An amused smile took over his face as I began my work.
