The Quest (5 page)

              “Why would you leave me hanging?”

              “It excites you!”

              “You’re cruel!”

              “Maybe, but I’m not done devouring you, my love.”

              “My apologies. Please continue.”

              He had a moment of silence. I wondered if he had second thoughts. Did he hang up? The moment seemed like minutes but it was only seconds I’m sure. My heart was racing as he was describing his actions before. Oh, how I wished I was living out the fantasy in his arms right now. I couldn’t help but wonder would it be just as exciting? Oh goodness, I hoped so. I was really hoping this guy was everything he says he is and more.

              “Send me another picture,” I heard him finally say.

              I quickly obliged. He was silent again. “Are you there?” I asked.

              “Yes.”

              “What are you doing?”

              “Looking at you.”

              “Shall we continue? Were you finished? Or is there more?”

              “I would hope for more.” 

              But his story didn’t continue. His moans replaced his words and echoed over my speaker phone and into my lonely bedroom. I had decided not to ask again in fear I was interrupting something personal, something needful, something shared within the air. After a few more moments of silence, I continued on with the story. I decided I wanted him to hear my voice during his time of need. I wanted him to think of me even though I was sure he was. It was my turn again to add to the story.

              “You abandon me in the stairwell leaving me to go searching for you. I find you right outside the door, in the hallway, of the hotel room. Your tie hangs loosely around your neck, your shirt untucked. My hands gravitate over your hard chest, exposed before me. Your pants barely able to ride on your hips with the button now missing. And your belt, where did it go? I wondered. You’re grinning as if you’ve been caught or are you having more dirty thoughts?”

              “Dirty thoughts,” he whispered.

              “I was hoping you were. Care to share them?”

              “Just things I’d like to do to you.”

              “Yeah?”

              “Yeah.
”
His breathing slowed and he settled into a soft sweet voice.

              “The hallway is empty, no one around,” I continued. “I pulled the slip knot on your tie back under your chin and tugged the end leading you down the lonely hallway. We snuck around a corner into a laundry storage room and shut the door behind us.”

              “My pants slipped to the ground around my ankles.”

              “Your room key fell out of the pocket. I picked it up noticing the number on the card and placed it between my teeth.”

              “Why?”

              “You’ll see.”

              “Kinky.”

              “I massage everywhere my hands could reach while you kissed my neck. I tease you till you are large within my grasp. I kneel in front of you and tickle you with the key, making you flinch.”

              “Interesting.”

              “I realized my shoes were left in the stairwell and turn to go fetch them. You grabbed my arm and pulled me back, my body landing hard up against yours. Your look was intense making me feel as though my shoes were no longer important. Your needs must come first.”

              “That’s what I like to hear.”

              “But I’m selfish and those were expensive shoes.”

              “I’ll buy you another pair.”

              “But those were my favorite.”

              “Ugh, so you’ll have another favorite!”

              “I’ll never find another pair like them!”

              “Back to business, little lady…”

              “Ugh! All right, where were we?”

              “My needs…my…needs…”

              “Oh yeah, we’d barely made it through the door before…”

              “Wait… wait…aren’t we still in the laundry room?”

              “Hmm…that’s right.” Sinking back into my sexy come hither voice, “I’m pressed hard up against you, your sweat sticking us together like glue, dripping upon my nipples from the nape of your hair. As you lean over to kiss me I run my fingers madly through your hair.”

              “Umm… I’m bald remember?”

              “What? Are you really? Since when?
”
Last pic I saw he had a full head of hair.

              “No.” He chuckled deep after I squirmed a little.

              “Damn you!”

              His laughter was poison. He was poisoning my soul no doubt. How would I ever get out of this one? This guy had me hooked on this fairy tale we were creating. It was exciting!

              “May I ask you a personal question?”

              “Umm…sure. I suppose.”

              “Are you clean shaved?” He wanted to know.

              “Uh huh.
”
He had me speechless.

              “Oh wow. I love that!” He exhaled deep over my speaker and asked for more.

              “More? More of what?”

              “Pictures.”

              “What do you want to see?” I thought he had seen every inch of me by now, well except I hadn’t sent him pics of my woo. You know, my girly woo. And I wasn’t about to either! His request made me blush even more, so I hurriedly sent pics in every way or idea that he had except for that one. He replied over and over ‘Not that, no not that one. Babe. That’s beautiful but send me the other.’

              I ignored that request and got back to the business at hand. Back to the story.

              “I slid down your chest with my fingers and onto your torso. I pulled out my best massaging moves and slid my tongue over you, tasting you. You flinched and told me how much you liked it. I whispered something soft and sweet, commanded you to close your eyes as I slipped your tie off your neck and wrap it around your eyes.”

              “Nice. You feel very nice. Go back to that tongue tasting again.”

              “Patience, my love.”

              He cackled. “I’ve got all night.”

              “I flip the light off and finish unbuttoning your shirt taking note of every curve and muscle with my fingers. I press my body against you and allow you to touch me but only for a moment then I stop you.

              “You’re no fun.”

              “You whine. I smile.”

              “Then I reach and pinch you on the ass!”

              “You get smacked for that!”

              “Ouch!”

              “It turns you on.”

              “Already there, babe.”

              “I quietly slip out the door leaving you alone in the dark laundry room.”

              “I hear the door opening and slip off the blindfold, running after you. I catch you just as you slide the key card into the door.”

              “You pin me against the door making it difficult to unlock it. Your breath is on the back of my neck. Your arms are around my waist holding me hostage. Your lips find my earlobe and now you’re whispering.”

              “What?

              “Naughty things.”

              “Like?”

              “Telling me what it would be like before…”

              “Before what?”

              “Before I’d feel you…” Should I go on? Should I go all the way? Do I stop here and just assume he knows what’s next? I could feel myself getting worked up telling my version of the story and I couldn’t get comfortable in my bed now. My body was having thoughts of its own. Thoughts I wasn’t good at controlling especially if I was alone. His voice finished the story during my silence.

              “The door would sling open and shut hard behind us. The sound would echo through the dark room. I’d lift you, lift you up by your legs, and carry you to the bed with my pants at my ankles, again, making it hard for me not to trip.”

              “You’d try to step out of them and we would laugh then our eyes would meet again…intense and daring.”

              “Slowly I’d lower you onto the bed, sliding over you. I’d trace you with one finger as you watched wanting to be fully undressed, but I make you wait. I watch your nipples rise. Your torso greets me, your lips moan. When I feel you’ve been teased enough I’d finish devouring you as I promised.”

              “I love a man that keeps his promises. Where would you start?”

              “With your toes. I’d work my way up to your lips then I’d work my way back down to your toes. Not an inch of you will be left unkissed or unloved, darling.”

              “Not an inch huh?
”
Wow. I cleared my throat. Plus he called me darling. Wow.

              He asked for more pictures. I obliged. I admit it wasn’t easy to get in some of those positions to give him different angles of my now not so sexy feeling body. I was quickly becoming uncomfortable with the whole idea of sharing. Now mind you it felt naughty, amazingly naughty, but it gave me that ‘oh my gosh I really look like that from this point of view’ thought that had me embarrassed to ever have sex with someone again! My camera phone was mean and refused to hide anything displeasing so I panicked. I now understand why when someone told me, “a woman should ride high on a horse if she wants to look her best!” I argued my point of refusal with him as he tried his best at convincing me to still do so. The more I declined the more pictures of his monster appeared on my phone as if seeing the red swollen eye would be such a turn on that it would make me cave and return the favor.

              “Oh, baby, you are so hot!”

              “Thank you. You are too.”

              “You are so beautiful!”

              “Thank you.”

              “Please show me more!”

              “I’m trying.”

              “I want you so bad. Wish you were here right now.”

              “Me too. I bet you are warm.”

              “I’d warm you up quick.”

              “Yes, you would.”

              “Come bounce on me.”

              “I’d rather sit on your lap filling your lungs with the breath of my air.”

              “Huh?”

              “Deep kisses silly. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?”

              “One eye opened. One eye closed,” he answered.

              “Love it! Wish you were here with me now.”

              “Me too. I’d ruin you.”

              “How so?”

              “Be the one you could never get enough of. Fulfill every desire you had ever imagined. Make you forget about every man you had ever been with. Make you beg me for more. Never leave you lonely, ever. Be the one who takes you off that dating site.”

              “You would do that?” I wished I could meet someone that would do that.

              “I would. Would you want me to?”

              “I would.”

              “It’s not all about the sex it’s about the connection. I long for it.”

              “Yeah, so do I. So do I.”

              “So send me another pic then.”

              “Another? Of what?”

              “Of you beautiful. Then one of your smile.”

              Those were words I so seldom heard so yeah, he had me right where my willpower to remain moral and my weakness to be desired met. It was a fine line that separated the two.

              “I did. Did you get it?”

              “Oh, that’s a nice one. Really nice. Set your camera on a timer and give me a full body pic.”

              “You don’t ask for much!” He did ask nicely so I sent him the one he asked for and another one of just the girls. They like their picture taken and they never get the attention they deserve so I felt like showing them off.

              “They are so big and beautiful. Imagine my lips on them. Will you do that for me?”

              “Nice. That would feel really nice,” I told him playing along.

              “Would you like that? I’m nibbling on them now how does that feel?”

              I giggled. It was hard not to. I imagined myself ticklish in a moment like this.

              “You know what would be really nice?” he asked.

              “What?”

              “If you were lying here naked beside me.”

              “It would huh?”

              “Yes. Would you like that? You would feel so good.”