The most interesting man in the world lives vicariously through me

A Chance Meeting – Part 4

November 11, 2009 at 8:50 AM (Short Stories)

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The door slowly closes behind James as he gazes at Sariah. Her shoulder length, black, silky hair drips around her lovely face. She smiles at him with her eyes, daring him to make a move. As he stood on the other side of the room staring at her, he found himself captivated by her beauty. She stood there smirking at him with perfect dimples, full lips, and the smile of a goddess. His eyes feasted on the magnificence of her breasts. Her nipples staring right back at him, the perfect shade of mocha-brown. He followed the trail of her mesmerizing breasts down to her flat, toned stomach. He managed to notice her silver belly button ring and a tatoo of her name on her hip. Oh those hips that’s he’s been fascinated with since the moment he laid eyes on her. The curves on this woman were enough to make the most skillful slalom skier dizzy.

She watched him watching her. She could see the desire in his eyes and feel the desire between her legs. “Did you use all the hot water up? It’s steamy as hell in here”, James said with a laugh while he removed his shirt. “I was really sticky and had to get that liquor off of me. I wouldn’t have taken so long if you had have came to help me”, Sariah said while watching him unbutton his jeans. “Damn!”, she thought to herself, “so he DOES fit the stereotype”. She was walking toward him before she even knew what she was doing. She was going to enjoy every minute of this and she knew it. She watched his manhood with delight as James removed his boxers. “I’m sorry about that”, James said, “let me make it up to you”. Then he grabbed her by her waist and lifted her up to the sink counter.

James felt her body tremble as he laid his hands on her. First thought would make him wonder was she scared. He saw her eyes flash as she saw the length of his extension. But the goosebumps on her body told him that she was feeling the same thing he was. There was a connection flowing between them that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He’s laughed many times at the silly romance novels that talk about electric tension between two people, but he never thought he’d be caught in the middle of a thunderstorm with this woman when she walked in just a few hours earlier. He kissed her, softly at first. “Damn she tastes good”, he thought to himself. Then she kissed him back, with a force that made his knees flinch. The passion he felt flowing through that kiss felt like he’d been hit by a brick wall. For a brief moment their connection went deeper than just the physical contact of their lips. He felt her soul sing him a melody that was meant only for his ears.

Sariah’s sense of logic and self-awareness had deserted her. She had no clue what was going on, where she was, what time it was, the only thing she knew was that she was here and so was James. She willingly allowed him to grab her hands and hold them against the mirror. She knew she didn’t need them. The only thing she need was James, his tongue, and that extraordinary rhythm that he was bring closer and closer to her inner temple. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”, James whispered in her ear. Any apprehension she still felt about this flowed out of her with her next breath. He eased his way inside of her, taking his time and not trying to overdo it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her with more force than even she knew she possessed. She lost every sense of breath she had in her body right then. She couldn’t do anything but hold on to him and try to regain her composure. She was seeing stars from the shock of just how great he felt inside of her.

James was seeing stars from the shock of just how great it felt inside of her. He felt like he had dove inside another world. This connection he was experiencing was affecting more than just his physical body. He had been with his fair share of people before but nothing he had ever experienced could have prepared him for this. He wanted to speak, to say something, but he couldn’t bring his brain to a coherent state. His very essence of existence had culminated to this point, right here. His past, his present, and what felt like his future was caught in between the melody and tempo that their bodies had found with each other. She matched every move of his beat for beat. It felt almost as if they had spent a lifetime of lovemaking together for them to be in sync in this manner. As their tongues flitted in and out of each other’s mouths and their hands roamed like nomads looking for new land, their souls danced to their own song.

Sariah felt the sensation in her body building. She knew what this feeling was, but something about it was different, stronger, higher than any thing ever before. She was amazed at how her body found the beat of his without any effort on her part. It was as if their bodies had known each other in some past life. There was no way possible that they should of been on a level of this magnitude after just meeting each other. She knew that she’d never be the same after this encounter and began to think about what life would be like with him from this point on. The only thing she was certain of was that she wanted him in her life and she wanted to be in his. Her body tightened up, her pulse beat rapidly, and she felt ever muscle in her body give him everything that she had. She felt his body melt into hers and at that very moment, they became one. Their two lifelines went from two separate entities to one complete being. Their strengths, weaknesses, dreams, hopes, aspirations fell into place at this very moment. There was no going back from this. She opened her mouth to speak and-

KnockKnockKnock. KnockKnockKnock. “James you in there!?”, Cory yelled through the door. “What the hell!?”, James said to himself. He looked around and he was in the bathroom alone. He was staring at himself in the mirror. There was no steam, he was completely dressed, and most important of all, there was no Sariah. “James, what the fuck is wrong wit you dude?”, Cory yelled again. “What you talkin bout?”, James asked as he opened the door. “Um…the party hasnt even started yet and you already zoned out. Are you gonna come downstairs and start mixing the drinks? We been waiting for 20 minutes. Hurry up before the people get here”, Cory said to him as he walked back downstairs. “Damn”, James thought to himself, “that was one hell of a daydream”.

The End