The Wait

It became a ritual with her. Waiting for her lover by her window while watching the world go by. She would wake every morning with her skin tingling knowing that soon she would be able to see him. As she put on her running clothing, and strapped her MP3 to her arm, her thoughts would drift. "Will he pass me as I am running today?" She knew that her concentration should be on the run but it was only partially there. "Hurry through the run so that I can be there before he arrives." She controlled her breathing and kept her strides long and fluid. Skin still tingling with anticipation for his arrival and mind flooded possibilities she ran.

Returning to her flat she quickly removed her running clothing and shook her pony tail down from its holder as she reached for a glass of water. Now her skin was flushed with excitement. It always was at this time. The excitement and anticipation she felt was palatable. She walked to the window with her water and watched the world pass by. Completely aware of her skin's electricity as she watched the world pass. She casually roamed a hand through her hair tussling it gently...as she tried to distract herself. "Soon." Her ears perked for his sound. Her skin now on fire and reddened for him. Nipples pert, wetness now flowing freely between her thighs.

She ran a finger across an erect nipple. "What he does to me", she marveled shivering at the feeling her own hand created as it slowly absently roamed across her body. She leaned against the wall beside the window, slightly hidden from the people as they passed. Her ears responded to a sound and she quickly looked. "Only a person passing by the door." She sighed and continued to wait lightly moaning as her anticipation grew.

She closed her eyes for a moment thinking of him. Conjuring him before her as she waited. Her breath caught as she formed him before her. Panting softly as she saw him standing before her in his business pants and crisp shirt...calm, commanding, eternally tender and loving. Her hands drifter lower to her wetness. She moaned softly as her fingers slid across the lips of her wetness, feeling herself flower and open to the soft almost casual touch. The warmth and silky wetness against her fingers caused her to breath in sharply. Panting slightly she removed her hand and tasted her own wetness. Tasting what he always caused in her every morning with his attentive affection...his beautifully undemanding nature...his unyielding insistence to please her...his..."No, accept it for what it is now." She resisted the fleeting impulse to put a label to their relationship.

She again leaned against the wall. Lightly arching from the cold wall and watched the world go by. People rushing to work. Vendors opening their stores for the day smiling at the crowd. Women hurrying by in heels and tennis shoes and business suits talking on their cell phones. Men texting on their Blackberries, checking the newest stock market. Students with their back packs slung over one shoulder guzzling their Lattes. It was always the same. "If they ever looked up..." She smiled and laughed at the thought and ran a hand through her hair again distracting herself momentarily.

Then her senses became keen again. It was the sound. She knew her lover before she even heard his voice. She knew her lover before turning around to see his face. She knew her lover by instinct the moment he was near. She heard him enter the room and smiled.

"Kiss lover..." he said simply and she turned and smiled as he entered her space opening her arms and leaning into his embrace.