Traitorous mind

how you tease my body

taunting it with all your fantasies

with no one to fulfill them

how could you turn on me like this

making me dream of ropes and restraints

blindfolds and vulnerability

turning me on and setting me on fire

with all my deepest desires

will you give it a rest .... Damn!

How We Met

We met on a smoke break in the back alley of a strip mall. I was 19, working at the Body Beautiful car wash. Amerie was 24, working at the much cooler Fashionista boutique. My uniform was a striped polyester nightmare, she wore clothes very few could pull off. The day we met she had on a black mindress, fishnets & a feathered vest. "Ostrich feathers" she informed me after I stammered out a nonsensical inquiry, trying not to stare at her.

We took our breaks on the same schedule, soon enough we became friends. She was the most glamorous person I'd ever met. Listening to her talk about dinner parties & ski resorts with her husband, Gunner, whom I’d met once. He was gorgeous, a reincarnated James Dean, down to his white T's & rebel without a cause aura. With her purple winged eyeliner and miniskirts, they were a strikingly beautiful couple.

The Rave

Amerie handed me a frothy piece of transparent material. "Put this on" she ordered. I protested - it barely brushed the tops of my thighs, bra & panties clearly visible through the gossamer gown. She dove into her dresser & pulled out a tiny pair of shorts & matching bra, iridescent white. "Trust me" she said, going to work on my makeup.

Gunner walked in as she finished, he was gazing at me thoughtfully. "Well, well, well," he said handing bottles of beer to us both. He grabbed Amerie around the waist & dipped her low, as if in a dance. "Open wide," he commanded, dropping something that she washed down with a swig & a squeal.

He looked my way, offering. My mouth opened obligingly, Gunner grasped my jaw with one hand while dropping the ecstasy in my mouth with the other.

Later, I was dancing to music I'd never liked before. The beat reverberated through my bones, electronic tones shot from my fingertips like the lasers that played across the room in a spiderweb labyrinth of lights. I danced alone & with a thousand other ravers.

Even Later

Gunner grabbed my hand led me to the car. "Time to go, twinkle toes," he said, smirking. I couldn't sit still, my skin tingled. I was weirdly aware of the firm warmth of Amerie's bare leg pressed against mine in the backseat.

Home, I'm parched. Greedily tilting the bottle back, a trail of water escaped onto my dress. "Dammit!" I said, looking down.

"It's okay!" A jolt of electricity at Amerie's touch, her fingers following the waters path. Our eyes met, in that moment her beauty dazzled me. In slow motion, she moved closer, as her head tilted, my eyes closed. Back & forth, two swipes, a sweet greeting of a kiss. A question in her eyes. I looked back at her, nervous, unsure.

Yet, it was I whose mouth parted first, it was my tongue that first explored the soft inside of her mouth. My hands were on her arms, her skin was soft & smooth, like mine. She had one hand at the small of my back, holding me in place. Her other hand snaked into my hair, caressing my scalp.

Somehow, we were in her room then, the flimsy dress I wore was being lifted over my head. Her breath was hot against my throat, her hands were gripping my bottom, kneading through the shiny fabric. My hands slipped the straps off her shoulders, her dress pooled at her feet. She stood before me, like some beautiful, ethereal goddess.

Her breasts were larger than mine, I held them in my hands, rolling her nipples between thumb & index finger the way I liked. A soft moan against my collarbone indicated her approval. I leaned forward, lifting one of her breasts, pulling the nipple between my lips. A sharp intake of her breath & her hands pulled me tighter to her. Her encouragement empowered me, I lapped wantonly at her breasts, taking my time, thrilled at the sensations.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms circled my waist from behind. Startled, I started to step away, to protest, but Gunner’s arms tightened, holding me in place. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered assurances, Amerie’s hands carressing my breasts, making promises with her tongue as we kissed. My resistance was crumbling as her fingers brushed over my panties.

How could I resist? These two beautiful people, this hedonistic night, lavishing my body with attention unlike anything I’d ever experienced. He behind me - his hands strong & masculine, gripping me firmly, his kiss was a demand I was compelled to meet. Her in front of me - softly inviting, a stark contrast to his strength, familiar and yet… not. They knew the moment of my surrender with my moan, Amerie slid my panties off. We fell to the bed as her tongue explored me.

Three of us joined in this decadent pleasure, pulsating tangle of limbs, a medley of skin and sensation. Time stopped as breath mingled, as heartbeats raced & pulses quickened. The Earth ceased to rotate as their mouths worked my body, tongues licking, entwining at my breasts, my ribs, between my legs. Taking turns, kissing me here…. there…. shifting & trading spots. Conquering hands exploring the unknown territory of my body. Amerie’s tongue in my mouth as Gunner entered me, the taste of her sweet femininity, her climax against my lips as Gunner pumped into me with fervent abandon. Orgasms that brought tears to my eyes & left my young body shaking with aftershocks.

After

Many hours later - we fell asleep in that bed.

Twenty years later, I still think of Gunner & Amerie from time to time. I wonder where they are now, what became of them. I wonder if they recall that night with the same vivid clarity that I do. I wonder if they remember me with the same secret smile I wear as I write this.

Passionate dark eyes

steady gaze at my body

magnet force pulling

I am drawn to your side

I never have met you

but I know what I want

and I feel what you crave

I sit on the bar stool

beside your allure

stare at shapely legs

that beckon me forever

and awaken my need

I reach for you

let my hands wander

higher and higher

people are looking

but we don’t care

I lift your skirt

to expose your panties

and round moons of you

yes, people are staring

and we don’t care

I insert my fingers

into the wetness of you

low moan begins

reaches crescendo

you scream in passion

and so do I

People are hearing

and we don’t care

when crest is reached

we cease to groan

get up from our stools

and go our own way

but when our minds wander

we never forget

the excitement building

from the stranger we met

when people were staring.

You can't know how real pleasure is, 

Until you see without your eyes, 

It's the feel of your lips, hot on my skin, that has me clenching hard with my thighs. 

The plains of your face,make me  feel like I'm blind,wih your five o'clock shadow being read like brail, down to your lips, where my sanity starts to fail. 

Hands touch, sensations, my body is the treasure map, and you're searching for gold, needing me, there's no regret. For now I know the pleasures of what's been called at times, the little death.