Wheels Too

Since last Saturday I’ve been very distracted and I welcomed that. I love my job, but I think I was falling in love with Maria and could hardly wait to see her again, even though I’d only met her once. It was now Friday evening and my work week was over. I called her to make sure she still wanted me to come over on Saturday. Her response, “You’d better! I’ve been working on the salsa and sauce for my tacos all evening.” I asked if she wanted me to bring over a bottle of my homemade Sangria. “Is it any good?” I think so. It’s 15% ABV, so there’s that. She laughed a laugh that warmed my heart, thrilled my soul and tweaked my libido. “Be here at 7. Let yourself in and lock the door behind you then come and find me.”

That sounded about as good a reply as I could ever wish for. When I woke up on Saturday it was a lovely warm day. I needed to keep busy to pass the time. I went for a bike ride on the rail trail, tried to write a song on one of my guitars, without much success and walked around the block a few times just waiting for 6:30 when I’d start to walk to Maria’s.

The wait was over as I walked the several blocks to her house. My heart rate was building to a crescendo and it wasn’t because of my fast pace. I stopped at the corner to calm myself before I walked in. I regulated my breathing to slow my heart then walked up the stairs and into her apartment. I locked the door behind me as directed. She wasn’t in the front room so I went into the kitchen. I saw two wine glasses on the counter so I put the bottle of Sangria next to them and went to find for Maria. There was only one other room to try and I knocked lightly on the bedroom door. “Enter”, came the reply in a strong, regal sounding yet breathy voice.

I opened the door and saw her luxuriating on her Queen-sized bed. Her face was glowing with the loveliest smile that I’d ever seen. Her hair was done up in two ponytails with scarlet and violet ribbons among the long strands of her near-black hair. I think I gasped aloud because she looked so fine. I walked as in a dream over to her bedside. She took my hand and pulled me to her. We kissed soft and long. Her hair smelled like wild Lupine blossoms and her breath was warm and sweet like a juicy Summer peach. Her lips were alive with welcome and passion but without a hint of desperation. She pulled the blanket to her waist and said, “‘looks like you’re over dressed.” She was in such great shape, I realized that her body was even more beautiful than I’d remembered.

If that’s the way you feel, I said. “I was hoping that you’d want to find out more about the way I feel.” I was just thinking that – for the last seven days, I said. So as not to disappoint her, I became not over-dressed. As I pulled the blankets back I saw at her full nakedness. Again I stifled an appreciative gasp. Even her powerless legs were strong and lithe looking. I leaned over to caress them and asked how she kept them in such marvelous shape. “I have machine help me. I sit on a bench and it moves them in a natural motion that mimics walking and jogging.” It surely works Maria. I began to kiss them. “A little higher, I can’t feel anything there, but if you move up a little…” I did, but just for a moment. She pulled me up by my armpits so that we were face to face. My my, such a beautiful face! She held my head and pulled me to her lips, her warm, wet expressive lips. The message was clear. I entered her slowly and with reverence and as much reserve as I could, which was hard, but worth it. 

We melded so perfectly, as one. In the way that Aristophanes wrote of Plato’s idea that men and women were once a single, complete being, traveling by cartwheeling rather than walking on their feet. We weren’t cartwheeling but my head was spinning in joy, pleasure and with a feeling that this was the best wet dream ever. But it was real, so so real.

She flipped us over so that she was on top. Praise Venus, this woman was strong! I willingly yielded my dominate position, but I remained an active and attentive participant. From above, she looked into my hazel eyes with her  green-brown ones and I felt a connection like I’d never felt before. Her look told of her deep desire and her need for it to be sated. At the same time her look told me that she wanted me to be totally satisfied. Even if I hadn’t reached orgasm, it would have been OK because this was such a wonderful experience. But that was not an option for her and she made that clear, as much as her total release was paramount to me. 

We finally rested, embraced side by side with our bodies fully pressed against each other. The warmth, the scents, the soft lights, the satin sheets – I was in heaven. She started to hum a sweet tune that I’d never heard before. I asked what it was. “A song of fulfillment and love. A song of hope for the future. A song of desire that I hope you will hum along with me in harmony.” And so I did. Music has always been very important to me. This was dimension of song that I hadn’t known existed. 

“A week was so very long to wait to see you again Jim.” It was for me too. I didn’t want to push my luck by asking to see you sooner. “Will you stay over? I know a really sweet little brunch place nearby.” 

She pulled on a long Japanese silk robe and asked, with a wry smile if I was secure enough in my masculinity to wear one of her silk robes. Sure, is there any question about that now? “We’ll see about that a bit later hotshot. Let’s taste that Sangria mister man.” Let’s taste those tacos with your special salsa Ms Maria. I poured the drinks and she prepared the tacos. We’d both hit home runs with our gustatory offerings. Her turkey meat based tacos were as good as I’ve ever tasted. Maria was very pleased with my Sangria. We ate and drank our fill. She matched me bite for bite and sip for sip. How do you keep such a fit body? “My metabolism is fast and I work out nearly every day. In fact I had a real good one just before dinner, thank you very much.”

We moved to the living room to listen to some music. Earl Garner, Art Tatum, Earth Wind and Fire, ELO, Boston, Oscar Peterson, Bill Evans, Al Green and many others. It felt like she’d somehow tapped into my favorites. Her music was as eclectic as her book collection. I was practically overcome with my good fortune. I noticed a picture on the opposite wall. It was Maria in a police uniform on a large black stead. She saw what I was looking at and offered an explanation. “I was patrolling in Central Park near the Imagine Memorial when a drunk driver came flying down 72nd St. ran off the road and clipped my beloved El Soldado and I was flung off into a tree. He had to be put down. No regrets. That’s all I’ll ever say about it. We snuggled on the couch in our silk robes and I realized that she was even more extraordinary that I’d realized. I think I dozed off but I wasn’t sure if I’d fallen asleep into a perfect dream or if I was awake in it. 

She gave me a gentle yet firm hug and leaned in to kiss me. “I got a little worked up earlier and I’d like to rinse off. ‘Care to join me?” We made our way to the bathroom. She traveled using elbow crutches with ease and grace. She turned the shower on, tested the temperature, dropped her robe, got in and sat on the bench that was opposite the shower-head. “Soap me up, OK?”, she said with a sexy sweet smile. Just the idea aroused me even more than I already was. “My turn.” As I was delighting in caressing her soapy breasts, she reached over and lathered me all over. I will never take a shower again without thinking about that night. She held my rear and pulled me to her. My erection was between her super fine mocha breasts, moving slowly up and down just enough to make me wild with desire. “Turn and rinse yourself off Jim.” After I did, she took my hips and turned me back to her. I was so incredibly hard now realizing what she had in mind. 

Cupping caresses, sensuous strokes, luscious lips teasing my tip. She hadn’t rinsed off and I’d unconsciously begun to massage her breasts. I looked to her eyes and saw that she approved. I’ll just say that her enclosure, now deep, then tantalizingly at the top, but always with a wet warm enclosure that was a new experience for me. And eventually, (she even hummed the tune on me from earlier in the evening), she helped me make it last, made me weak in the knees. Maria held on to me to be sure that I didn’t fall,  praise Venus, this woman was strong!

We dried off and went to the kitchen to finish off our drinks. “Are you glad that you rinsed off Jim?” I’ve never been more glad of anything Maria.

She was right. It was a really fine brunch place with a fine piano player who played, without being asked, some of our favorites. Do you happen to know this woman? She seems to know what we love. “Yes, she’s my sister.”