Without even knowing his name….
I got this boring admin job for a company. The pay was alright and because I didn’t have to deal with the public I could wear what I wanted. I just don’t feel comfortable in anything other than my long black dresses or sometimes my leather pants and a laced up top (usually showing off my more than ample bossom). Anyway, they didn’t care so that was fine with me. I could make enough money to pay rent, eat and take some part time art classes.
I think it was a wednesday morning. I had crawled into work with something of a hangover from a S&M party I had been to the night before. I tool my coffee break earlier than usual and went out onto the balcony for a cigarette. The building is right across from the ocean and we’re on one of the higher up floors so there is a great view. A storm was brewing, which is my favorite time to look out over the swelling of the waves and the brooding darkness of the sky. The coldness of the ocean breeze was making me feel a bit more human. I climbed up onto the wall of the balcony and enjoyed the surge of fear as I looked down at the 10 story drop next to me. I sat down and picked up my coffee and lit ciggarette from where I had layed it down.
I don’t really have many friends here. I guess I don’t really come accross as all that approachable – but thats fine because those probably aren’t the kind of people I would want to have anything to do with in the first place.
However, this day would bring something new into my life. He walked out onto the balcony. I will always remember the slow, cool way he open the door, paused for a moment as he caught sight of me and then walked across to the opposite side of the balcony. He leaned up against the wall and brushed his long black hair away from his face. He gazed at me, expressionless and he himself pulled out a cigarette and lit it. His first drag was long and slow. I held his gaze the whole time.
Every inch of him was the most disirable man I had ever seen. He had slender features to his face with black eyes. Soft white skin of an angel. He had a black shirt under his maroon velvet jecket and I could already see myself running my hands down his chest. His black leather pants were just tight enough for me to see that once my hands reached that point I would be far from disappointed.
I don’t know how long we must have just gazed accross at each other but I know that he must have read my thoughts. It was only when I realised that he was moving towards me that I came out of my trance.
My heart raced as he stood up close beside me. He then gently picked me up off the wall and held me in his arms and just as gently lowered me to the ground. “I wouldn’t want you to fall” he spoke in a low melodic voice “And it was starting to rain.” I looked behind me and saw that it was beginning to poor out of the heavans.
Then I turned my attention back to him. I was standing right up against him and could smell his musky scent. He reached up and touched my cheek and then slowly let his hand glide down accross my cheek and down my neck. He then ran his fingers accross my breast, down my stomach and then moved accross and took my hand. He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it gently while looking me deep in the eyes. “Come with me” he whispered. I was still in a trance and followed without question.
We left the building and we walked together with his arm around me and his jacket over our heads to protect us from the rain. We walked a few streets and came to an old building. At the side was an entrance to the bottom of a spiral staircase. By the hand he lead me up without either of us saying a word. At the top we came to a door which he unlocked and opened. We entered the room and he proceeded to lead me through a huge black velvet curtain. Beyond this was a bedroom. On the opposite side was a huge window from floor to cieling with a wonderful view of the city and ocean beyond. His bed was a large mattress strewn with scraps of luxurious materials like velvet and silk and lace along with some over-sized cushions which were also in the same materials. Some old wooden furniture stood around covered in many items like a skulll, snake skin and other interesting things. He began to light the many candles standing around.
He came back to me and stood infront of me. His hand reached up to stroke my hair and before I knew he was kissing me deeply. I stood their frozen to the spot and prepared to let him do whatever he wished with me. Effortlessly he undid the laces of my top and paused for a moment. Very slowly he pulled back the top to expose my breasts. My chest was heaving with desire for him and my hardened nipples were making it clear to him how very much I wanted him. He began to caress them and then brought his head down to kiss them. The warmth of his mouth was intoxicating and I let it wash over me like the waves of the ocean.
He then removed the rest of my clothes and gentle laid me down on the bed. He then undressed himself. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. He knelt down beside me and cradled my head in his had as he brought it towards his towering manhood. I took him whole into my mouth as I wanted more than anything to please him. His moans were soft and low. After sometime he layed me back down. He stood by my feet and said “Open you legs”. I obeyed and he stood there looking at every inch of my body in the soft candlelight. He could see I was ready for him but he didn’t give in to my passion just yet. Leaning over me he kissed my breasts and stomach. He began to kiss between my thighs and making electricity flow through my body. Taking my hand he pulled my up so that I was able to sit on his lap, facing him. He moved and began to penetrate me. He just stayed there without moving and allowed me to savour every moment of what I knew would be the first of many unions.
He began to move slowly and rythmically and I fell into time with his movements. We held each other tightly and it was as if the world melted away, as if two souls had finally found each other after many lives of searching. Our love exploded with the greatest strength I had ever known and the song of our moaning was the most beautiful music to our ears. We sank from our place among the stars and as we lay in each others arms, contented, we bathed in the light of the energy we had created in that one perfect moment.
We had found each other at last.