Ultimate Date
I met you after work...5pm sharp. We loaded
the car in self-conscious conversation. The
drive was long and tedious, but I had your
favorite music on the stereo. Soon the magic
of the trip had taken hold, and the
conversation became light. When we reached
the beach the sun was just sinking beneath
the waves. We walked and talked beside the
sea. No interference from office politics,
just the two of us on the beach. As the sun
sank lower in the west, the ocean turned a
deep purple. Rivalled only by the indigo of
twilight sky. Back in our room we celebrated
with champagne and strawberries and retired
closer than we began the day. Next morning
as the sun pulled moisture from the sea, we
found our special place behind the dunes.
The heat rose invisible waves from the sheer
white sand. Quickly we stowed our gear
behind the largest dune and headed for the
water at a dead run. Even at such a pace,
our feet were scorched by the burning sands.
I was first into the water but you weren't
far behind. As I broke the surface from my
dive, you were gliding to a stop next to me.
Laughingly I tackled you in the surf and we
were carried back to shore by the surging
waves. We played in the water until we
became tired and then high-stepped back to
our secluded dune. You flopped down onto
your towel; I stared momentarily at your
glistening body and collapsed into a heap
next to you. You were lying on your stomach
and asked if I would mind rubbing suntan oil
on your back. At first I balked, but how
could I refuse such a request. Your skin was
cool to the touch, soft and smooth beneath
my hands. Slowly, I traversed the contours
of your body. Disconcerted, I put my mind
back only on the task at hand. Gently, I
pulled your long blonde hair away from your
ears and bent to whisper in your exposed ear.
Thoughts of other things swept through my mind, but being
the gentleman I am, I merely whisper that I am through. I
slip away and leave you to your repose. The sun is still
high enough to catch some rays so I do just that. Lying back
in the calm between our dunes, the steady sound of the waves
suffuses me with well being and I drift content in the
feelings. How long we stayed so, I cannot say. But when I
roused myself, the sun had sunk low to the horizon and the
breeze was growing chill. You were sleeping so I covered you
with a towel and started the fire. You awoke with it's merry
popping and snapping. As you turned, you graced me with the
smile of an angel. Framed by golden locks, your face is most
beautiful in the fire-lit twilight. Taking the champagne
from the cooler, I begin the ceremony of opening. When the
cork pops, you start, then giggle at your own fright.
Depositing a strawberry in each glass, I hand you yours with
eyes full of dreamy delight. You accept with something
moving behind your eyes, I know not what. As we sip our
champagne, the stars come out one-by-one. We cry in awe and
welcome as each new attendant to our private party shows
itself. I stand and look out over the night sea, drawn by a
Power greater than myself. You come and lean softly against
me and I hold you close. After a time, you say you must take
care of things. When you're gone, I wander to the ocean's
edge. The water is warm and inviting, so I leave my trunks
on the beach and dive freely into it's breakers. When I
surface, I see that you have joined me and that you too have
left your inhibitions on the sand.
Welcome once more to A&E........w-e-l-l ? As you know,
our hero has just dove in. In search of our heroine under
the murky depths....
It was dark underwater but I knew where to go. I was ready
but I was not prepared for what greeted me there. I picked
up your trail of ascending bubbles. You were diving yet
again as I watched you fade from my field of vision. I
followed slowly intending to catch you on the way up. But as
you rose all thought of capture fled my mind. For there
appearing to me in the dim light was the most wonderful
feminine form I had yet laid eyes on. You looked like a
mermaid of old. So overwhelmed was I that I forgot the
simplest rule of diving with a snorkel: never, never breath
in before blowing out! Coughing and spluttering, I broke the
surface. If you hadn't drug me to shallow water where we
could stand, I surely would have drowned. But, what a way to
go! After I could speak, I whispered in marvel, "you're
beautiful." You smiled shyly up at me, no longer the shark;
just the girl. We stared long into each other's eyes, saying
a million things without uttering a sound. You bobbed ever
nearer and where flesh touched flesh, there was fire. Then
you shivered and I recalled our state of "au natural."
Embarrassed, I pulled away, but you pulled me back. "Hold me,
please? I'm cold." you said, and laid your head on my chest.
I was certain the pounding of my heart would bruise your
face, so hard it seemed to me. I was rooted to the spot, not
daring to start a friction I know I could not stop. I had to
get back to the beach, the fire, and safety!
I began to move toward shore, but you clung to me even
tighter, saying "No. It's so cold and you're so warm." "I
know! That's the problem." I said, struggling toward the
beach. Once free of the waves, I sprinted for our place
between the dunes. "You're rotten!!" You screamed, flailing
after me. I kept my back turned until you had wrapped a
towel around yourself and sat sullenly by the fire. "That
was not very nice, you know," you grumped. "I know," I
whispered, hiding the turmoil within me. I wandered slowly
away to gaze across the mirror of the sea. Your footfalls
alerted me to your coming, but I did not turn. Softly laying
your hand on my arm, you ask "What's the matter?" Could I
tell you? Would you understand? No, better to not start
something I can't finish. "Nothing, just thinking," I lie. "What
about?" you query. No answer. "Why did you run away from me?"
There it was. The question I knew would come, but I couldn't
answer. How to start? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things
to go this far. I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry." "Sorry?
What for? For wanting me?" Now, almost angry, "No, you mean
to tell me that you think that was all your idea? You mean
to tell me that you thought for one instant you would have
touched me if I hadn't wanted you to? Of course I wanted you
to! Why else do you think I left my suit on the beach and
went after you? Why else do you think I pulled you so
tightly to me? I wanted to feel you! I wanted to give myself
to you! And you wanted me to! So, why now, all of a sudden
the cold feet? You said I was beautiful; did you mean it?" "Oh,
yes; you are! You're so beautiful, you scare me! You scare
me to death! Don't you see?! I want you more than I've ever
wanted anyone. I want you so bad, my whole body's shakin'! I
just cannot have you!! It would be breaking all the rules.
Everything I have ever tried to stand for is on the line
here. How can I make you understand? Annette, the sweetest
thing I could ever imagine would be to have you now. To feel
your warmth. To caress you tenderly until I could no longer.
If ever I did, though, I could never, never stop! I would
not be able to let you go again. I can not take that chance.
I've been down that road before. I can't be hurt like that
again, ever. My whole life would fall apart. The
inevitability of your leaving me is way too great, now." I
turn away, unable to find words adequate to express the pain
and longing and joy and sadness all vying in my heart at
this moment. What am I going to do? God, if ever you loved
me, prove it now! What do I tell this woman? I can't even
find words to tell myself. "How do I get myself into these
things?" I wonder aloud? "I'm a nice guy. I always try to
walk the straight & narrow. I never try to hurt anybody. So
why is it I always find myself in this position? Do I ask
for these things? No. So how come I'm losing my mind, right
now? Jees! Look at me, I'm talking to myself."
I turned toward you and in so doing, caught just the glimmer
of a smile on your face. You tried to hide it with your
hands, but there was no way to conceal the amusement so
plainly evident in your eyes. You were actually giggling! I
was indignant. "What's so funny?" "You are, silly." you
retorted with obvious glee. "Oh?" said I with annoyance. "How
so?" To that your reply was to crumple to the ground in
gales of raucous laughter. Trying to control myself, I
calmly asked "Would you mind telling me, please, what it is
about my person that you find so all consumingly hilarious?"..........
Fans, this story is getting too good to backtrack, so
hang on. Hilarious.....
Now I'm the angry one. "What's so damned funny!?" At my
outburst, you try to compose yourself enough to answer;
while I waited, impatiently fuming. "I'm...giggle,
giggle...sorry. I don't mean to laugh, but..." trying to
catch your now so short, of late, breath! "You're falling in
love with me." Said so demurely, I had to ask you to repeat
the answer. With more confused bluster than true anger, "What
are you talking about? I don't even know what I'm doing, so
how could you possibly know?" Of course, you were not
rattled, but simply looked up at me with a look that said: "You
know I'm right, so stop playing like it's not true!" What
does one say to refute a face so full of confident assurance?
I did the only thing possible for me to do. I pulled you to
your feet and kissed you. Softly, slowly, with tenderness,
at first. Then, picking up force like the waves so near,
building, growing, surging forward until it breaks upon the
sand in a spray of foam and fury. Thus, did I find myself
lying upon my back; your trembling body atop me in the cold,
dewy sand. "Stop, please?" I whisper against your oh, so
achingly enticing ear. "I can't stop if we go much further,
and you're much too important to me, to tempt what I know
would happen." My mind screams out for you to continue. "Let
this animal, straining against the chains of my own
convention, go!" While my heart aches to be sure. "Don't
blow it, E." it says, "I know how you want her butt, don't
blow it!"
To break this exquisitely dangerous spell, I ask "What now?"
Your voice is husky in reply..."What do you want?" "Oh, Baby,
you already know that!" "Then stop fighting; you're the only
thing that stands between us." "Please don't put it that way.
I tried to tell you why we mustn't let this happen! Is it so
hard to understand?" Your grudging answer "No, but can't you
just hold me?" |
