A Dress Rehearsal

Why did she ask me to meet her here? He gathered his luggage and walked outside to flag down a cab. As the cab chauffeured him to his destination his mind drifted. Where is she and what’s she up to? This isn’t exactly what we had planned when we talked about meeting but she asked me to trust her and I do. The car deposited him at his destination and he checked in at the front desk then made his way to his room just as her note had instructed.

Why was the clock moving so slowly. He made himself a drink, lit a cigarette and once again drifted off into his thoughts. Is she here? Does she know I’m here waiting? His heart was pounding, his breath became shallower with each passing thought. Calm down, he told himself, you’re acting like a love struck 16 year old. The thought brought a smile to his face, a sudden overwhelming warmth in his heart. Once again he glanced at the clock, eight o’clock, it’s time. As he made his way to the bar he glanced around wishing, hoping to see her waiting for her, for a moment angry that she wasn’t. She’s testing my patience he thought to himself. He could feel the excitement and anticipation of her arrival slowly filling the room.

He sat down at the bar, ordered two drinks and nervously lit a cigarette. He had chosen a place at the bar where he could see anyone approaching the entrance. More importantly it was dark and cozy and secluded. It was the perfect setting for the scene that was about to be played out. Slowly he sipped his drink half listening to the noise and conversation going on around him. His leg nervously jumping his heart barely beating. She’s not coming. She should be here by now, his mind screams. And then, she’s there, standing in the doorway. As she searches the room with her eye he sits there, motionless. He sees her eyes searching for his, for a moment her expression displays the fear she suddenly feels. Her heart stops, her body tenses, her mind races. He changed his mind, he’s not here. She could feel her legs trembling. Then, in an instant, she can feel his eyes upon her. His warm, dark eyes scanning her, reading her thoughts and emotions. The blood rushes to her cheeks, slowly she turns her gaze towards him reacting as if she were the shy young girl he had met so long ago. They remain quiet and still, their eyes speaking to each other, they both smile the same instant and uncontrollable smile. As she slowly moves towards him from across the room he watches her. Her face, the beautiful curves of her body, the movement of her hips. Closer and closer she moves. The details becoming clearer and clearer to him.

Her hair, how it curls around the edges of her face before it cascades over her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes, the moisture glistening on her lips. As his eyes slowly move further and further down her body he can feel his body tensing with excitement and yet he suddenly feels so serene and relaxed. His body tingling with the thought of finally reaching out and touching her. He absorbs every detail of her. The dark green color of the silk dress that moves with her body, the way it clings to her seductively and at the same time hides the secrets that lay beneath it. The buttons running suggestively up the front of it, her inner thighs teasing his eyes as her legs momentarily part the hem. His eye moves further down along the black silk stockings that enhance her legs, her feet slowly and deliberately moving towards him. He smiles as he realizes that the black  “come fuck me” stilettos were a discrete but deliberate promise of what the night would hold.

As she moves up next to him he can smell the scent of her. Not the perfume she wears but the scent that he remembers when thinking of the times they danced holding each other so close they could feel each others hearts, the hours they spent snuggled tightly together watching movies, the scent of her passion and desire. His skin tingled as she comes close enough to ignite the spark between their bodies, both of their bodies yearning to feel the touch of the other. They both look deeply into each other eyes, their smiles softening. As she lifts herself on to the stool beside him he can’t help but notice the beautiful flesh of her thigh as it peeks out from above her stocking when she crosses her legs. He wants to feel her, to touch her, to hold and kiss her. For a moment he’s afraid to touch her, he wants them both to remember this moment forever. Silently he looks deeply into her eyes, he leans over and softly whispers “I love you.” Very gently, tenderly he kisses her lips, the same tender, gentle kiss that stole her heart the very first time he kissed her.