Driving into the darkness, I still tingle from our recent encounter. My body desiring your touch. My mind spinning- thinking of when and where we will meet again. For days I check my messages- day and night- my body aching to hear from you. And yet the message never comes.
Weeks later as I sit reading in the library, I feel someone staring at me. I look up from my book to find you gazing at me from across the room. Our eyes lock and everything else fades away. I can feel myself grow wet as I stare into your eyes. Rising from my chair as if in slow motion, I turn and head towards the back of the quiet library- so sure everyone can hear my heart pounding. Without looking back, I know you are following me- yours fixed on my swaying ass.
Finding an empty meeting room, I open the door and step inside- waiting breathlessly - my back to the open door. I hear you enter, shutting and locking the door with a loud click that makes me jump. No words are spoken- the only sound is the rhythmic tick tock of the clock on the wall. My body quivers in anticipation - my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I feel you close to me- the heat from your body caressing my back- your warm breath on my neck. The smell of clean soap mingled with aftershave- I inhale deeply taking in the scent of you.