A Gift

Normally MrMaphisto is the literary one .. and very much the wordsmith. But this is MsMaphisto’s submission.

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Your phone flashes a notification, you turn it slightly toward me and say ‘She’s here’ a pause then ‘shall I?’

‘Yes, she’ll want to meet you first.’ I respond and lean forward to kiss you, our last kiss for now while you go to meet this playmate who’ll join us for the afternoon. A unicorn, more yours than mine this time … the down and dirty sexual energy of your texts about to be unleashed. I wander to the balcony, knowing there’s no view of the car park or lobby so I won’t see your first meeting, your first kiss. I know the energy that will be in that kiss, the urgency … I’ve felt it too. Instead I watch the river, lazy and languid in the summer heat … slow, like my heart beat as I wait for you to return.

I open the fridge. There are snacks and drinks for when there is time for respite from what will come. I don’t want to be presumptive and pour you drinks but I fill a glass with wine for myself. I sip it and perch awkwardly on the arm of the sofa, not wanting to disturb the bed just yet. Waiting… knowing you’re in the car park or the lift sharing another charged, urgent kiss while it’s just the two of you.

I hear you at the door then you’re inside, the atmosphere has changed, the energy palpable, static-like as you both move toward me. She smiles, a softening of the face but also hint of challenge … an understanding that for now she is the centre of attention and has captured you. I watch your hand, on her bum cheek, seemingly guiding her toward me but flexing too, to feel the flesh beneath her skirt.

My satin pyjamas that I thought cute when I chose them to met her are suddenly, glaringly the wrong choice. Too soft, too feminine. You need something different. She is strong, a little fierce with green hair a stunning contrast to her short black dress, the Goth concession to Queensland summer. I move forward to embrace her and you move behind her, kissing her neck and she turns to you searching for your lips, my kiss landing forgotten on her check and I step back from the hug that seems to have too many angles and allow her to turn to you, arching her neck wanting more of those exploratory kisses, the small bites with more pressure and then the exquisite pain as you bite on her ear, above the lobe. A gasp then the lowest of moans, quiet but from deep in her core. She’s yours now and I watch as your hand searches for her breast, capturing a nipple through the fabric of her dress, caressing then pulling on it as you continue to alternate between kissing and biting her ears.

I step back, not wanting to distract or interrupt. Knowing that the tension from the rawness of your online messaging now needs to find its release. Or more, its realisation and awakening.

I watch as you find the zip for her dress and I step forward for a moment to help as you unzip it, a hand maiden for your passion. You let the dress drop to the floor and she steps out of it into your arms, pretty black lingerie and clear pale skin. She pulls at your shirt and you raise your arms to allow it to be pulled over your head, buttons would simply be an irritation and a distraction.

Kissing with a fierce intensity, you reach around to unclasp her bra and as her breasts are freed she pushes them together and you drop your head to take one hard nipple in your mouth while your fingers grasp the other, twisting and pulling. Then switching sides, the nipple released from your mouth, red and erect and glistening with saliva.

You pull her backwards, nipples still held captive to your attention, until you’re sitting on the end of the bed and she spreads her legs with your knees between hers. Your hand releases her breasts and slides downwards, pausing for a moment to circle the pierced navel then sliding into the top of her g-string, sliding down and you speak for the first time ‘You’re soaking wet, tell me how you want me.’

I take a sip of my wine then, taking the glass I quietly move to the bathroom. Behind the door are the clothes I had placed there while you were gone. I dress, pick up my handbag and door key and, just as quietly, move from the bathroom to the main door.

I glance back in time to see her take you in her mouth, hard and ready for her. I can feel the arousal throbbing between my legs and know the underwear I just put on are wet. Aroused from watching you, knowing your touch and how you will explore her body but this time is for you. There will be time for us … later.