Postcards

Jenna walked to the letterbox and stooped to peek inside. “Hello Mr Redback spider how are you today?” she asked aloud as she gingerly inserted her hands into the void. She felt for the post and grasped the paper. Out came a series of bills, which she quickly flicked through until her hand fell to the one she had been waiting for. It was from him. She looked at the address, she looked at the handwriting, she looked at the date posted and then she smiled. He had touched this paper not 7 days ago. His hand had scrawled the letters that made up the words. His fingers had kissed the paper and she could feel his touch now on her skin as surely as if he was here with her. She was touching what he had touched, seeing what he had seen. Smelling what he had smelled. She could barely contain her excitement.

The letters of the return address formed on the envelope were scrawled and fastly written. The pen had barely been lifted off the paper. The mailing address on the front was neater and printed, yet in a mixture of upper and lower case letters all of similar size. Jenna’s fingers traced the pen strokes as she thought of William. She walked back towards the house with a brighter smile and a spring in her step.

Jenna had changed into her bikini earlier that morning, as it was so warm. She took her letter and went outside and into the pool enclosure. She sat down on the cool grass and opened her precious mail. Inside the envelope, she found that William had sent her three postcards. Each was a picture of a different part of the city in which he lived. She turned them over in her hand and looked at the back of each. Nothing at all was written on the cards, just a printed description of the picture on the front. Jenna frowned and wondered why he hadn’t written anything there. She sighed; it didn’t matter, she had what she needed.

The pictures were lovely and Jenna looked on in awe as she thought how the streets and parks must look under several feet of snow and wondering how often William had walked those same streets and parks. Seeing the images made him feel closer to her somehow. She raised the cards to her nose and sniffed. There was a very faint trace of sandalwood about them, his aftershave most likely.

She closed her eyes and thought of the pictures she had of him and imagined him in the shower, naked and shaving his face. She could see the white of the shaving foam spread across his jaw, his swarthy skin damp and glistening from the droplets of water still adhering to it. With a surgeons grace he dragged the razor over yesterday’s stubble cutting a smooth stripe through the foam. The razor passed again, widening the stripe and exposing more of his skin. Jenna wanted to touch him, to feel her lips caress the smoothness of his freshly shaved cheek. The delicate scent of the matching after-shave would linger in her mind.

She opened her eyes and shook her head. Wow. Every time she thought of William, it was as if she was actually with him. Now that she had something that he had touched in her hand, it was stronger. Almost like telepathy…or was it just a mental connection? Jenna didn’t know, whatever it was it was very strong and getting stronger. She lay down and snuggled deeper into the grass as it tickled her back. Holding the cards to her breast, she looked up at the vivid blue sky and the wisps of cirrostratus clouds painting themselves with sweeping brushstrokes across the delightful background of the earth’s atmosphere. It was night where William was. He would be sleeping. Could she invade his dreams? She smiled to herself, yes probably, just as easily as he was invading hers.

The transient clouds were mesmerising. The warmth of the spring sun seeped into her bones and suffused her with a lethargy that was too hard to resist. She closed her eyes again. The slight breeze brought the heavy perfume of the orange blossom and flowering jasmine floating across her, tickling her nose. Oh, so lovely, she thought, she wished he were here to share this with her. Where are you my William?

Off her mind wandered in daydreams. Again she saw him in the shower, this time lathering his body up with blossom-scented soap. His rippling muscles flexed and bowed in graceful curves as he turned this way and that under the flow of water. He had a fluidity of movement that was rare in a man but which must have been gained by his years of martial arts practice. He ran his head under the shower to rinse off the shampoo and then he looked up and saw Jenna.

The slow, lazy smile that spread across his face told Jenna all she wanted to know. She loved him too. His eyes trailed over her form and undressed her as surely as if he had physically done it. He held out his hand to her and she slid her small delicate fingers into his large bear like paw. He pulled her closer to him and into the shower spray. The warm water sluiced off his shoulders and onto Jenna and then flowed in great rivers down over her breasts. Where her nipple ring stood proud of her breast, the water looped around the circle of the hoop and flowed in a tiny arc down to the shower floor. William soaped his hands and spread the lather over Jenna’s body as if he was spreading precious oil over a priceless antique. His touch was like fire over every nerve ending. He slid his hand between her thighs and slid a finger home. With deliberate and calculated concentration, he circled her flesh with his thumb. Jenna tilted her head back and moaned her pleasure to the sky.

The loud ruckus of the parrots in the palm trees brought her out of her reverie. Damn, she was so hot. Small beads of perspiration melded together and slid down between her breasts. She was damp between her legs. Thoughts of William were all consuming and beginning to take her over. It was time for a swim.

Jenna sat up, placed the cards back in their envelope, and left them on the grass. She stood and moved over to the deep end of the pool. Raising her arms above her head, she pushed off from the edge bar of the pool and cut into the water with barely a splash.

The water was crisp and cool on her skin and emptied the heat out of her flesh as she cut through it like a seal. She swam several lengths until she was tired and then rested for a moment at one end, holding onto the side. William would love it here. Still breathing heavily, she heaved herself up out of the water and onto the brick paving surrounding the pool. She slicked her hair back and wrung it out. It hung in great chords of burnished gold down her back, like hemp rope, so thick and yet soft as silk. William said he loved the look of it and was looking forward to when they would finally meet so that he could encase his hands in it and embrace its sweetness.

Jenna moved back over to the cards and squatting, pulled them out of the envelope again. Her fingers traced the buildings and the trees and she thought about William. A complex plan was formulating in her head and she smiled. He would be astonished at its brilliance. They would meet, and soon. Meanwhile, she was going to go to her room to relieve the ache the thoughts of him had generated.

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