Her name's got an exotic sound, her body matches what she's calling herself, at times she even seems genuine, but then again, I'm usually wrong when it comes to evaluating someone on the spot. It's just that she's so unusually attractive and I admire women who's natural appeal turns me inside out and ruffles my imagination.
She won't win any beauty contest, but then, neither will I. There's just something so sexy about her overbite smile. So sexy, my thoughts are running wild.
Love at first sight belongs to the world of fantasy. As soon as my eyes catch a glimps of her, I'm transported to an imaginary world of raw sexual magnitude the likes of which, personally, have never before existed. I instantly picture us in an orgasmic cataclysm spiralling through black holes and super novas, coming to rest in a breathless array of never before experienced satisfaction, bliss and ecstasy all rolled into one. Why do I think I know her?
Reaching the bar stool before sitting down her voice immediately catapults my vision somewhere beyond fantasy with a ray of hope for a touch of reality. It seems like my thoughts are scrambled as if their being pummeled like a punching bag struck by Rambo and Rocky at the same time.
"Hey darling, what can I do for ya?" Her question, her wink and her style of chewing gum appear like straight out of a comic book. There's something familiar about her. Since she opens the door to flirting superficially I respond in like manner.
"Hey gorgeous, you've already satisfied my imagination, how 'bout fixing me your favorite drink so I'll know how you taste."
"OOOoooh, I like that, your in for the ride of your life."
She makes a point of throwing her hips from side to side. Something about the way her body moves triggers instant arousal. Her eyes continually shiftng back and forth from grabbing bottles and pouring their contents to checking me out.
I catch myself staring at her bare waist line, complete with belly button piercings. She smiles, enjoying the kowledge of how she turns me on like something fierce. Her extreme low cut jeans accented with a loose fittig wide black belt, expose her protruding hip bones. Then I realize she has no hips. Her slender figure tapers down like the top part of an hour glass then disappers into tiny long legs covered by those skin tight Levi's.
She stops chewing gum, grabs a tissue and removes it from her mouth then produces a breath mint container, pops one in her mouth, serves my drink and offers me a mint.
"Care for one, it'll get you closer to a never ending Valentine kiss."
"Will it spoil the taste of this magnificent looking tummy warmer?"
"It'll actually enhance the flavor and gaurantee that kiss. Who knows, it might even stimulate an unexpected Valentine gift."
"Do I have to take a number and wait in line?"
"I've never offered this gift to anyone before."
Her sparkling eyes meet mine with a smile that transforms her face into a look that penetrates my senses to the core.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Akasha, a friend of a friend of yours and I've been dying to meet you face to face."
"I'm Rod, but I don't ever remember seeing you."
"I came to see you with Jeanie, I was her room mate before she left."
"I do remember seeing you but only briefly. You were with someone and I was on stage with Jeanie."
"Yeah, you two were quite a team."
"She's the best. I wish she didn't have to leave."
"Yeah, me too, we got along like sisters joined at the hips."
I look down jokingly, leaning over the bar, but before I can say anything...
"O K, so I don't have any hips. I do make up for it in other ways."
"What happened to your friend?"
"He met someone more to his liking, said I was too intense."
"You and Jeanie have something in common. I love her intensity and really miss it."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I got a letter from her describing how you were able to satisfy her in ways no one else has ever done. She misses you, but she said she'll call as soon as she gets settled."
"Wow, now I'm achingly missing her. Guess I already miss what I'm going to be missing forever. I never met anyone who could take me to that land of fantasy and transform it into reality the way she could."
"Finish that drink and take me home, it's Valentine week end and we both need some intensity. By the way, I know you haven't dated anyone since she left, neither have I. She made me promise to take care of you. I was going to come see you this week end and introduce myself...glad you beat me to it."
"How can I resist your gracious offer, but there's something I need to"...
"You'll find out! Jeanie told me your secret and I've got a matching secret to compare, if you'll let me, I'm all about sharing."
"Akasha, Goddess of ever expanding miracles!"
"Hot Rod, Master of fulfillment unlimited!"
"I think Jeanie may have exaggerated some what."
"My guess is that you can't wait to find out."
"Your guess is unmistakeably right on."
"Rod, my other guess is that you and I share an intensity that goes beyond even our wildest imagination."
Akasha's hands are so warm. She reaches up gently touching my face, I feel a slight pressure guiding my lips to hers, her eyes close, mine follow, our lips barely touch, sparks fly. Static electricity bites our lips but we're so into wanting each other, there's absolutely nothing interferring with our mutual insatiable appetite.
After Midnight...Valentine Eve...to be continued...
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