A cool breeze, the smell of dew on freshly cut grass, flowers gently blowing too and fro
the morning song of a pair of Pine Buntings calling to each other across an open field. Slowly my eyes opened, my senses awakening to the world that was awake long before me, my vision slowly coming into focus. I looked down, your head was on my chest, my arm around you, your hair covering your face, your neck barely visible
.oh how I loved your neck, the subtle lines, the firmness. I lay still, not wanting to wake you
..just wanting to watch you, feel you, smell you; your scent, your being. It was our last day together, perhaps forever
..I wanted to savor every moment with you. Where had the week gone?
How quickly time moves when you want it to stand still
..beg it to give
you one more day, an hour perhaps, even just one extra minute to be
joined in this bliss
..my eyes closed again, the week unfolding in my
mind like an old black and white silent movie
images, pictures,
feelings, emotions, raw passion, sex, but no words, no voices. The week
had been an escape from reality, but it was over; each second passing
away until we would leave each other. I looked at you, gazing at your
lips, brushing your hair aside so I could see your face, your
eyes
.your neck. This woman was not the woman I met at dinner one week
ago, and I was not the same man. We had both grown, finding pieces of
our beings that we had suppressed many years before
..now reborn.
A grandfather clock chimed in the hall, its deep tones
forcing their way into our room. You began to stir
..please don`t wake
up, please I begged, knowing that once you awoke, the reality of this
day was finally upon us and I could not take it back. As long as you
slept I could still imagine it was a dream, a fantasy
..please don`t
wake up. Damn, I thought to myself as your eyes opened, looking up at
me, a deep smile on your face, your body still tightly pressed against
me, the warmth bonding us together. Good morning, sweet, you softly
whispered, pulling yourself up a bit, our lips touching lightly
your
eyes averting mine, your head returning to nestle in against my neck.
You too prayed this day would not come, wishing you would not wake,
knowing that once you did, it was over. I do not know how long we lay
like that, arm in arm, our bodies fused together, our eyes looking
away, but our souls coming together. I thought I heard you
crying
..your hand wiping a tear from your cheek, but froze, unable to
move for fear that I would make it worse for you
more afraid that I
would cry also. When does it end? you asked, your head still turned
away from mine
..your voice unsteady. Too soon, I replied, all I
could manage to get out
..you, aware as I was when your flight
departed. I stroked your arm lightly with my fingers, my eyes following
the curve of the sheets as they outlined your body
a small tear
starting to swell in my eye. Finally, reluctantly, I sat up, you
sliding off of me, your face buried in my pillow, your chest heaving as
the tears rolled out. I sat back down next to you, my arm resting on
your back. You turned your head slightly, your eyes red, your cheeks
wet, you lips trembling slightly. I leaned down, my lips gently
touching your cheek, a faint hint of your tear wet against them. I took
your hand, standing up, leading you into the bathroom and turned on the
shower
steam rising towards the ceiling, the mirror quickly fogging. I
turned you to me, taking in the sheer beauty of you
..your lines, your
curves, your essence. I took your face gently in my hands, kissing you
deeply; deeper than we had known this week, our tongues slowly dance,
darting, intertwined with each other. I stepped back, looked at you
longingly, I want you, coming from my trembling lips. You reached
down, taking the bottom of your pink camisole, pulling it slowly over
your head, dropping it to the floor. You looked at me, winking, taking
your breasts in your hands, slowing massaging them, rolling your
nipples between your fingertips, your head tilting back ever so
slightly. My hand found its way into my boxers, firmly gripping my
cock, squeezing it, urging it to come to life. You looked at me,
watching me rub my cock, licking your lips, blowing me a small kiss;
enraging my cock further. Your hands moved down towards your panties;
as usual French cut, but plain white and cotton
a picture I would
never be able to get out of my head. You slid them down and they softly
fell to the floor, exposing your wetness, your juices starting to run
down your leg. You sat down on the edge of the tub, your eyes on my
cock, your fingers driving deep into your pussy
my boxers on the floor
now, my hand working feverishly. The clock again stood still for us, as
we watched each other, masturbating, not touching, yet closer to each
other than we had been all week. Unnnnnnhhhhhhh, godddddd, my load
shooting from my cock, falling thickly on the white tile floor,
unnnnnhhhhhhh, baby, more cum oozing from my cock, my hand milking
it, coaxing every drop of it out
your body beginning to convulse as
you watched me. Your head was back, your teeth clamped down on your
lip, one hand firmly grasping your left breast, your other hand firmly
massaging your clit, mmmmmmhhhhhhhh, fucckkkkkkk. You stifled a
scream as your juices shot across the room, covering the floor, your
thick, sweet liquid mixing with mine. We regained ourselves, our breath
coming back to us, our chests no longer heaving. We showered, slowly,
washing each other, enjoying the slick feeling
of our hands moving across each other, exploring each other, a fantasy
of its own. I turned the water off, stepped out, holding a towel for
you, wrapping you in it, pulling you to me, kissing your neck, sucking
on it, your head arching back, a small whimper coming from your lips. I
put a robe on, and moved to the balcony, sitting down, the morning in
full swing now; the harvest underway yet again. You stood in front of
the dresser, drying yourself, getting dressed, my chair turned slightly
so I could watch. You wrapped the towel around your body, just covering
your pussy, the shadows arousing me again. You ran a brush through your
hair, as it fell around your face
..please put it up I yelled to you.
You turned, winked, blew me a kiss, Of course, sweetie, as you pulled
it up, securing it with a hair band. I continued to watch as you put on
your bra, lavender, latch in the back, low cut in the front
strapless.
Your underwear, as usual, cotton, very plain
..my cocked began to
throb. A starched pink button up shirt, short sleeve
unbuttoned very
low, your cleavage visible from across the room, and a spring skirt,
floral pattern, calf length. You slipped on a pair of sandals, walked
over to me, leaned down, gave me a kiss, your hand sliding down under
my robe, grasping my cock, mmmmm, I uttered. Get dressed and meet me
downstairs, you ordered me as you quickly walked out the door, a wink
in my direction before it clicked shut. As I walked down the stairs I
saw you standing in the door, your body silhouetted by the morning sun,
a cup of coffee in your hand. I stopped where I was, scared that if I
took another step, this vision would disappear. You turned after a few
seconds, somehow knowing that I was there, smiling, motioning me to
come down. As I walked up you put your hand out, taking mine, placing
your coffee down on the bench by the front door and leading me out into
the driveway. I wanted to ask you where we were going, but I did
not
..not really caring, as long as it was with you. We walked down the
path, headed to the garden, memories of that first night flooding my
mind. When we reached the stone arch, we turned right, the garden being
to the left
..my curiosity began to peak, the path leading down a small
hill now. We continued to walk, I heard the sound of ducks
the path
turned to grass and a small pond spread out before us; a pair of ducks
swimming near the shore, several ducklings in tow. We sat on a small
stone bench, our bodies touching, our hands tightly gripping each
other. We said nothing, just sat, no words being able to define the
moment, so we did not speak. What do you see? breaking the silence,
when it happens, what do you see? I did not know what to say, how to
respond; I had never been asked that question, never been put in a
position to talk about it. Death
..despair
...shattered lives my
throat became dry. I see the war, I am there
.I can feel it, around
me. I turned away, your hand squeezing mine harder as I continued, I
should be there, this is not my time, not my era, not my life,
that
was my war, my death, already opening myself more than I had ever
before. I said no more, just fell into her arms and cried, my head
tucked against your chest. The feint sound of a car horn echoed in the
distance. We both sat perfectly still, full knowing what that meant,
hoping that if we ignored it, if we acted as if it did not happen, that
there would be a tomorrow. It honked again, but still we said nothing,
did nothing, our eyes closed, holding each other. Finally I stood up,
took your hand, and led you back to the Villa. The walk was quick, no
more than a few hundred meters, but seemed to last for hours, for days.
When we arrived back at the front of the Villa the driver was already
loading your bags. The lady of the house walked up, wished you goodbye
and handed you a small lunch that she had made for you to carry with
you. We made a few small pleasantries with them, thanking them for
their wonderful hospitality, then we turned again to each other. Our
eyes met and again there
were no words, but this time there were no tears. Now that reality was
upon us we both accepted it, knowing that in our hearts this was not
the end, regardless of what happened
a thought that barely satisfied
our soles, but was enough to keep the tears away temporarily. I opened
the door to the car, and then embraced you tightly, wanting every inch
of my body to touch yours. You broke away and sat down in the back of
the car, eyes averted from mine, and I closed the door. I walked
around, conversed briefly with the driver, ensuring he knew where you
needed to go, then returned to you. I leaned in the window as you
looked up at me, your lips parting, but nothing came out. I looked
deeply into your eyes, said I want to my Angel, believe me I want
to
.but I can`t, kissed you gently on the lips, then motioned to the
driver to leave
it was done.
Niagra
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