"Eric?", she called out in the drizzle-down evening sky. A short echo was her only response; but that was just enough to tell her that she was truly alone. Her heart began to slow down in silent aches. She had missed her opportunity and all the more to truly feel that cold, isolation in that unlit alley so far from home. She turned and began heading towards the street once more. The fuzz sound of droplets of water pelting the earth, and the clacking of her stilleto heels became a living cacaphony; beating against the ominous shades of brown versus blue on the brick walls. Cars flew by like ambient UFO's through the shadow that cut from the human edifices and the nature of the unknown. She looked nervously in all directions, not truly wanting to go for fear that she might miss him.
"Taxi!", she shouted; as if the driver truly could hear her. The cab driver came to a halt thirty degrees to the curb as other motorists passed him by. A hand with that familiar blue ring opened the passenger door from behind her. The man smiled beguilingly at her, "tell the man where we are going ma cher." Her eyes filled with delight and allure at the sight of him.Before she could mutter a word, the man spoke, "I was across the street at the diner over there, waiting to see you. You didn't think I would take off, had you?" She gave a sigh of relief, "No but I wasn't sure I was so late that I--"
The cab driver interrupted in his arabic accent, "Are you two going to
just chit-chat out here or do you have a place to go?"Eric put out his hand with a few ruffled bills, "Yeah,," he put his arm around her. "You know where 11th avenue is?"The cab driver nodded as Eric lead her into the backseat.She was still nervous but daring for excitement. Her freshly painted rosen red nails brushed softly his blonde curled hair out of his face. He smiled watching her try.... looking into her gaze searchingly. "We are going to number eighty five."
His right arm reached under her coat resting gently upon her ribs. He
gripped her firmly along the small of her back and drew in to kiss her chin; pointing beautifully up. Her lips parted as he started to kiss her neck, tickling each nerve towards the shoulders as his hand worked the clothing underneath. His eyes glazed over like panes of blue glass and his breath jumped for only a moment.
The smell of leather and velvet entered her veins and the whimsical rush of excitement consuming her nether region. His hand drove beneath her completely under her lace and silk panites feeling the divine sweat that fills the exquisite beauty within.
The sounds of two creatures gasping for air left a memory of vapor hanging thinly. And all the while through the half choked inhailing the sweat glistened in beads along her body. But the man remained cool. The driver would mind his business all the way to his destination.Eric paid generously and walked his sweet lady up the stone steps to his apartment.
heading inside."Lydia..." he said slowly as she bent for a kiss. Her arms wrapped around him and his velvet black coat. She played with his black ribbon in his hair gently giggling at how well constructed his outfit had been. The silk beige shirt and the silver buttons along the three quarter length coat. She felt for a moment like this was the first man she had met who dressed more finely than her, and suddenly she felt naked in her designer dress with the black lace, those red stilletos and brown fur-lined jacket.
The auburne red of her hair fell silently to her shoulders as Eric removed her braid. He embraced her, bending her over the railing backwards before kissing her lips. The fine, supple plushness pressing against his own.
The two shared a quiet moment of relief between the tension filled desire before