Meeting on the Internet, getting to know each other, exchanging pictures, enjoyingeach other’s company? What happens after that?
So, we meet in a bar, you and me. After all this time talking about it. That’s the easy part. And we’ll maybe order a pitcher and find a table in the back…maybe a booth. I’ll be blushing like crazy and looking at my hands a lot. My fingers will be sliding lightly up and down my beer glass and around the rim, leaving little trails in the condensation. If I have a bottle, I’ll peel the labels off and leave little wads of paper in piles on the table.
Waitresses love that, you know.
The whole time, we’ll talk about your trip and the area and what you like, and what I’ll show you and all the other fillers. I’ll respond, laugh, and make you laugh, too. But only with a tiny part of my mind will I be in the “now” of the moment. The rest will be focused on my self-restraint. I’ll try to keep from latching on to you.
I know you’ll tell me to ‘relax’ a thousand times. And I’ll smile and snicker a little at myself, and tell you I’m fine; I just can’t believe you’re right there in front of me. And, Ican’t believe how much I want to touch you.
Yes, I will be too chicken to say it out loud. But I’ll be thinking it really hard. The question is, what am I going to do about it? Nothing. That’s up to you. It’s not that I’m passive. My decision has already been made. The rest is your call.
Maybe you can start by sliding your hand under the table to still my bouncing knee.
That will probably be all the encouragement I’ll need. The skin that you cover with your hand will sizzle, even through my jeans. The heat will radiate from your palm, up my thigh, and swell and linger, before rushing into my lungs and forcing itself out as a gasp.
My eyes will roll closed for a second. Will you be expecting that reaction? I wonder what you’ll do?
That’s up to you, too. But in my image, when I look at you again, maybe I’ll put my hand on yours, or maybe we’ll just get up and leave. Real quick. Yes. In fact, let’s hurry.
You drive. I don’t care where we go.
Oh, wait. This is my town, isn’t it? Well, take me to your hotel room. Because that way, you’ll be in your own territory, temporary as it may be.
What will we say to each other on the ride over? I don’t think we’ll talk much. The air in the cab of your truck will be too thick with anticipation and urgency. It’s going to be awkward in the hallway and outside your door. Still no talking, just half smiles and shy glances as you slide the keycard and get the green light. But as soon as we step inside and the door closes behind us, I’ll stretch my arms up around your neck and we’ll kiss.
And that’ll be it for us, I think. We’ll be frantic.
Yes, let’s be frantic. I don’t need romantic eye gazing and heartbreakingly slow foreplay. We can do that later. I don’t even care if we make it all the way into the room, or just end up on the floor outside the bathroom door. Let’s just wrestle out of our jeans and connect as quickly as possible. I may even grab hold of you the second you spring free of your zipper, and tell you to ‘get over here’, and lead you where I want you. Which is right here, inside me.
How many thrusts will it take? I know it won’t take me long. I know I’ll be thrusting back just as hard. I’ll grit my teeth and grab your ass, and raise my hips to crash and grind against you. And I’ll be on my way.
You can raise yourself up to your knees and angle my hips, and I’ll arch my back and try not to buck you off. I’ll be all tremors and thrashing, and gasps and cries, and I’ll probably bite your neck when you lean over me.
After that, I may even be able to hold myself still, enough for you to get just the right friction in just the right places, and that’ll put a hitch in your breath, and soft groans in the back of your throat. I like those. They jolt right through me.
Your body will be rigid, and tremble above me as you slam into me until you finally explode. That may even put me over the top again.
Then we can collapse on the carpet, and the tension will be gone, and we’ll be able to laugh comfortably.
Speaking of comfort, let’s move to the bed. Let’s snuggle and watch a movie or something. I’ll go easy on you. You’ll have had a long drive. We could even sleep for a bit. That would be really nice.
If I can keep my hands off you long enough.