A short story courtesy of "Birdboy".
I hope you enjoy.
It all started in the way that ladies have beckoned to men from time
immemorial- with a wink. Of course, this being the modern era, that
wink was sent from afar.
Appeared on my computer screen one day. Her name was Jamie, and she was
from a far-away rainy isle on the west coast. We chatted for a while,
over not much of consequence.
I looked up her ad idly as we chatted. I blinked when I saw her photos.
Tall, blonde and statuesque, with curves that don't quit, as they say.
Her face was blurred, but you could still see that it was the face of
an seraphim, with full cheeks, tiny bee-stung lips, and glorious large
blue eyes. I sighed. She was far away, and I didn't travel as much as I
used to. I'd probably never get to see her.
Still, if I wasn't likely to meet her, it wouldn't hurt to flirt a bit.
And flirt I did. Subtly at first, and of course, she caught on right
away. We talked a little while longer and she was starting attract my
attention. There were definitely more than good looks going on.
Regretfully, duty called. I bid her goodbye and turned off the computer
with a smile.
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I spotted her on and off over the next few months. I'd say hello
whenever I saw her. From time to time when we chatted, I got a fleeting
glimpse of the lady behind 'Jamie', and it made me even more curious
about meeting her. I would tease her about coming to visiting us motley
rabble here in Winnipeg, and she would tease me about coming to the
isle.
On and on it went.
I received the email one day. It looked like the stars, and more
importantly our schedules and itineraries were going to conspire to
bring us to the same place at the same time. Did I want to finally meet
her? I trembled as I started to type out my response. I was torn. Did I
want to say a polite, "Yes, I'd love to finally meet you", or say what
I really wanted to, which was "Hell yah! Bring it on!". A flurry of
emails later, and we had a date.
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I walked up to the hotel room door. I hesitated for a moment,
collecting my composure, then knocked gently. The peephole darkened
after a moment, then the door swung open. I stepped through. The door
swung closed, and behind it, Jamie stood, smiling.
She was glorious. It was like dawn breaking over an cherub hovering
over me, albeit an tall cherub wearing a filmy negligee and heels. Her
smile shone through her clear complexion, and over her smile twinkled
bright, large blue eyes. She gave me a small hug and said softly,
"Hello."
We made small talk as I slipped off my coat. I asked about her family,
and asked how her travels were going. I don't quite remember how it
happened, but very naturally we wound up on the bed, still talking, our
sentences punctuated by the odd light kiss. Our clothes seemed to have
shed themselves of their own accord, and we stroked each other's bodies.
Our small talk became more forced. Well, that was alright. I knew so
many other ways to communicate. I took her hand in mine, and I kissed
her fingers gently, looking at her the whole time. She looked up, and I
kissed her full, sensuous lips gently, my tongue flickering ever so
lightly on her lips. Her mouth opened, and our tongues met. They
touched, ever so lightly, slowly, sensually, and satisfyingly. I kissed
her again, and her kisses were suffused with a warmth that was
affectionate and yet hinted at strong passions below that calm,
cherubic surface.
The warmth of the kisses rose in intensity, soon raging into a
conflagration that swept us both away. She surprised me- below that
angelic face was, well, something else. She taught me a trick or two
with obvious relish and delight. A bright flash. Then, as quickly as it
came, the pyre passed. She kissed me, gently and lightly, as wholesome
and welcome as a warm spring rain, cooling the passion.
She spoke then. Her voice, soft and gentle as a butterfly's kiss,
started to tell me about her family. Her pets. Her other passions.
Though we had chatted several times, it was still wonderful to hear
about. She was a very well rounded person in so many more ways than the
obvious one that I had seen when I walked through her door. I had
broken through her armor, and it was a delight to sample her much more
subtle pleasures. We shared a moment in time, and left behind a tiny
little bit of ourselves with each other.
I realized that I had to go, though I would have loved to stay. She led
me toward the bathroom, and started to run the shower. She was truly
amazonian- it was a little startling to see how close to the ceiling
she was, and how her presence seemed to dominate the room. I made a
mental note to always stay on her good side, grinned, and stepped into
the shower.
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It's been a while now since I've seen her. I see her ads from time to
time, as she travels across the west. We still chat occasionally. I
don't know whether we'll ever meet again, but I'll always remember that
bright cold winter day. |
