Many people that know me know that I need to be an open-minded, free-spirited individual. That tends to inspire the lust in those around me. This is one of those stories...
One warm autumn evening, I found myself with not much to do. I called a friend of mine, Aisha, to see if she was up for a drink and delightful conversation. Since she was as free as I was, we made our way to a local spot known for good food and drinks. Dressed in my finest tank top and sparkly shoes, I sat and drank with my friend, telling tales of men past.
About an half hour into our drinking endeavor, a group of men walks in. Lo and behold, Aisha knew them. Aisha had a knack for knowing everyone. So dynamic duo became a mighty justice league. Aisha introduce all of us and I immediately took a liking to Wayne. I would like to blame proximity sickness or the alcohol, but that would be a cop out. I thought he was attractive and he was very receptive to my advances. We drank and laughed and before we knew it, it was last call. Last call is a funny time. It's when you have to figure out what it is that you want to do with the rest of you evening. Do you go back to your home? Do you go home with the charming creature that you had been sharing drinks with? Do you bring them home with you? The possibilities seem endless. This evening, fate saw fit to deem Wayne's (one of those lovely young men) house the de facto after hours spot. Our group shrunk a wee bit due to the hour, but it was still a healthy group of 5.
At Wayne's, we drank a little bit more, laughed a little bit more and planned a ski trip to Dubai while Wayne and I danced to the VH-1 Soul playing in the background. (Don't ask how we got there.) I also remember reading aloud from an astrology book. Hamiyd thought I had a nice speaking voice.While Aisha and Hamiyd chatted about something, I think they were talking about a shared birthday celebration, Wayne and I found ourselves in the kitchen having an interesting conversation of our own. He hoisted me up onto the counter and held my hips. He waxed low-key poetic about how sexy. Tasting me, in the kitchen with our friends less than 20 feet away, seemed to be high on his priority list. When I gently protested, he countered with going to the bedroom - the bedroom that we had to walk past everyone to get. I'm no prude by any stretch of the imagination, but I have certain limits. I'm rather fond of discretion. If it were just my friends present, he could have had me on the counter. No questions asked. However, since his friends outnumbered mine, I needed a bit more privacy. By this time, it was about 4:00am. Wayne took a look at the clock and walked into the living room to greet our shiny happy friends. He put his arms around me and politely, yet firmly, told everyone that since I was staying, they needed to leave. I was scandalized and completely turned on all at the same time. I stuttered a bit, reminding Wayne that I was Aisha's ride home. Hamiyd raised a hand hella quick to volunteer his chauffeur services. In less than 90 seconds, there were only Wayne and I left.
The sparkly shoes came off and I stood before him in all my 5'4" glory. Wayne's hand found their way to my waist and he again told me how sexy I was. He led me to his bedroom and I gladly followed. Wayne slowly undressed me, worshiped me, offered up exaltations, praised my body. He fed my ego, stoked my desire. I, in turn, gave him that taste that he was begging for not to long earlier. A taste turned into buffet of sexual gratification. He was so giving and thorough, commanding and gentle. It was a ride that would not soon be forgotten.
The sun was coming up and I needed to make my way home. Wayne was enjoying the sleep that he had earned. I quietly gathered my clothes and redressed. As I was making my exit, I took a last look at Wayne and smiled. Some encounters were the beginning of something beautiful. Others were meant last just that moment. Either way, I would remember Wayne fondly.
