a short story revealing an awakening too late #3

 

(erotic interlude)

Dear Reader

...the continuation... when two worlds so different collide that the ripple effects can either be devastating or promising...you choose.

" Sitting there, it all began to flood back, and she smiled to herself. An unexpected meeting that brought a breath of fresh air into her life. Strange, that the breath of fresh air was everything that she had run away from, not intentionally...life just kept leading her 180 degrees in the opposite direction.
She lived life with 'supreme verve and flexibility' ...she had to but, not only that...she wanted to.
Onlookers found her tiring and questioned her levels of energy and positivity. He philosophical outlook on life that honesty be the best policy, got her many a time in deep waters. The world was not ready for her type of candour. 

But, that is what drew her to him. From the first time their eyes met, his spoke of a guarded , observant quiet honesty. Someone who didn't care much for the jingles and bells of society.
She was drawn to him in the most strangest of ways and found herself wanting to engage him in conversation. That was the start of many an unexpected liaison which began just a few hours after their meeting.
Being a  woman who was never shy, or turned to apologies for her sensual and erotic streak, her need to surrender and invite him into her passionate world was so strong that he felt it too.
And that late afternoon, into the dark hours of the evening, she gave of herself. Her body ached to be nakedly close to his. The heat of her flesh warming his ardour, his manhood reacting instantly. The stiffness of his shaft and the tightness of his scrotum, riding high, throbbed and pushed against her groin area. Her breasts ached and pressed themselves harder into his chest. His hands on her hips placing her firmer and closer to his manhood. She couldn't remember how they got to his room. She couldn't remember their clothes coming off. 

And sitting across from him, listening yet, not hearing, her head bent, her body warmed to the memory of how his knew to take hers. How his hands knew to play with her sanity, his kisses nibble and bite the softest part of her inner thigh.....so close to her warm wetness.
Time and time again he knew to bring out in her that lusty 'animalistic' desire to have him on the edge of yearnings beyond his wildest imagination. It was that anomaly in  his character that kept bringing her back. it was that need to understand how a person so passionate had managed to live a life so pastel and seem content with it.
A need, that drew her into his world, and she started finding answers acceptable as to why her world could change... a bit. As was their lovemaking that kept her around...until that point when all of a sudden a strange niggling began to settle in the pit of her tummy.

This adventure that she had willingly put herself on, this acceptance of new rules and choices she could make...this 'pastel' man....he was dangerous...his pastel was beginning to affect her kaleidoscope...(tonight the realisation, the awakening...too late)


RB.