More relaxed with wine, he showed his apartment, excused the medical texts
splayed on the coffee table and turned on his 8 track stereo tape recorder. The
speakers released a subdued Midnight
at the Oasis by Maria Muldaur as the kitchen and living room
floated briefly before my gaze with refilled wine glass. I only noticed
everything was clean and orderly including the nape of his neck where the
barber had trimmed his hair line. Only his medical texts lay skewed about
suggesting recent study. His bedroom was on the second level. I knew I shouldn’t
go up the stairs.
Instead he took my wrist of the hand clutching the
purse and led me up, relaxed and calm, as if it was just part of the apartment.
The ending lyrics Midnight at the Oasis
played as we ascended.
Midnight at the oasis
Send your camel to bed
Got shadows painting our faces
And traces of romance in our heads
I concentrated on balancing the wine glass in
my other hand and negotiating the steps in my heels.
At the landing I peered into his bedroom as the speakers switched to Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up by Barry White. There was a large water bed, a dresser, night stand and more medical textbooks in a book case wall. He led me in as I stared at the water bed. I had never been on one.
Dimming the light he took my purse and set it on the night stand. He guided
the rim of my wine glass to my lips. I took a long sip while he tilted the
glass back then another until it was empty.
He kissed my wine moistened lips, our first kiss and turned me around. His
after shave smelled good. I stared out the open door down the stairwell at the
lighted glow of the fish tank, the reels of the stereo player slowly turning. I
only had to grab my purse, step forward, walk down and through the front door
to leave. I knew if I remained standing he was going to undress me.
Immobilized, my back to him, I changed my gaze from the aquarium to the red
polish on my toe nails sticking out front of my shoes as he kissed the nape of
my neck. The pearls on the dangling earrings he purchased when we first met caressed
where he kissed when he pulled back. I closed my eyes and arched my head back.
He pulled the zipper down the silken dress he selected for me on our second
meeting and slid it past my shoulders. It dropped into a silken wrap around the
shoes he bought to match what I had selected for him. Turning me around, I
stood before him, faint in anticipation. He stepped me out of the dress and led
me to the bed. I obeyed.
Sitting me on the padded bed edge, he keeled down and took off my shoes, unstrapped one, slid it off, then the other, setting them together under the night stand then got up and reached around to unhook my bra.
I turned my head and raised a hand to resist. He retreated, turned my face to him, kissed me, his tongue flickered into my parted lips, pressed me close, reached back again and unhooked the bra. Loosened, he slid the shoulder straps down to my elbows, pulled the strap past one arm, then the other. He draped the bra over my purse as I waited; naked except for my panty, staring down again at red toe nails.
He put his arms on my shoulders, tilted me down onto the bed, rose, picked
up my feet and swung my legs on. I felt the warmth of the heated water and
undulated to the waves, adrift. As he unhurriedly undressed I watched, my
breasts covered by crossed palms, naked except for my panty knowing he was
about to take me.
After removing his pants and shorts his penis stood straight out, swaying to and fro as he moved, an aroused guppy with attracted female. Unlike my husband he wore boxer trunks.
He climbed on the base of the bed and knelt before me, his erect penis
swinging up and down with the water's movement. Straddling my legs with his,
sliding forward until his face was to mine, he kissed me. I felt his hard penis
brush against my legs as he moved forward and then press against my pelvis,
still panty protected.
Rising up he lifted my arms protecting my breasts, admired my red finger
nails, kissed each breast, slid back down, knelt before my feet and slowly
pulled off the panty. My mind saying no but I arched up to assist. He pulled it
over my feet and brought it to his face then dropped it next to my shoes,
grabbed my ankles and spread my legs while I protested meekly.