The Quest (14 page)

              When the music slowed the mood became seductive. His eyes lowered in thought. His lips found their way toward mine. He was strong and hard in my arms carrying out the beat that was speaking to my soul. This beat I could dance to. It was the beat I remembered the most that I loved and missed in my life. The more he swayed, holding me tight, the deeper our kiss became. We never took note of the music stopping and changing to a more upbeat tempo. He stayed right there in my arms making me forget every wrong feeling I had ever had about a man reassuring me he wasn’t going anywhere. Then he dipped me.

              He pulled away fast and twirled me around and around as I stumbled back into his arms laughing and giggling. I have a tendency to get giddy especially after I’ve had a few drinks. The rest of the evening was spent with giggles and twirls, touches of reassurance, gifts of kisses, and stares of wants. The kinda want I wanted so bad in my life. But no, I wasn’t ready for that. He understood and in the wee hours of the morning he parted to go home. He reassured me he’d be back. It was a wonderful evening and like he had promised, a night I’d never forget.

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efore sunrise the following Friday morning we drove to Atlanta. The drive was sweet and full of conversation as if we never would run out of things to talk about. Surprisingly we had plenty more. He drove, telling funny stories about his grand adventures and places he had seen. He told of the beautiful shots he had taken in some of the most beautiful places. Sights he thought only God himself could create. He was a Godly man, this I really liked. It was a nice change from a man that was unsure of what he thought about God.

              When we arrived on the set we jumped right in doing the job we were assigned to. Denver understood what I needed and took direction well as we followed the set around, and up and down the streets. It was a full day of hurry up and wait, shoot and stay out of the way, but get what you need type of job.

              When the set wrapped up for the day we headed to the hotel. I was pleased that our separate rooms were side by side, adjoining too. That was a bonus. Especially since I knew we would be working tight together I didn’t want to be fully separated from him for the weekend. Of course this also meant no full privacy. He would probably see me bright and early without make up in the morning and I would no doubt see him in his pajama pants. But I was okay with it. I was confident in thinking he needed to see this side of me. The true me; the real me when the lights go out.

              Friday night we spent some time in the hotel bar not really wanting to trail too far from the hotel. We waded in the hot tub for a while, swam in the pool, sat side by side in the lounge chairs watching the other guests. At some point, he suggested we return to our rooms so we did. Riding the elevator to the fifth floor I was nervous. I don’t know why I was nervous. This man made me feel at ease really, I guess I just had no clue what came next, ever with him. He was full of surprises.

              We went into separate doors, agreeing to meet in a bit to chat before calling it an evening. After I changed I knocked on his adjoining door. He opened the door in white pajama bottoms with no shirt or shoes on. What was he thinking? Resist him? Umm…no way! How was I supposed to behave around that? I scolded him and shut the door. I could hear him laughing saying, “Okay, okay…I’ll put a shirt on, geesh!”

              I opened the door again and he handed me a glass of wine. We toasted to a wonderful adventurous weekend ahead and wasted no time locking lips. Hands were exploring, deep breaths were expelled, whispers were heard. At one point he picked me up and carried me to his bed. He laid me down gently and rose over me. He continued on with his kisses deeply breathing within me. Before long his shirt was off, so was my robe. The air was thick and needful as he spelled out how beautiful I was. Our hands explored each other as the night fell but we never took it to the next level. He was respectful but needful. I was needful but guarded. He understood this.

              We fell asleep in each other’s arms under his covers in his bed. I didn’t know it was possible to have such strong feelings for a man, sleep with him half naked, and still not have sex, but we did. When I awoke the next morning I caught a glimpse of the creature that ruled his manhood. No doubt would my butterflies love him. Just wasn’t the right time to introduce them.

              Late that afternoon the production company called it a wrap for the day. A summer rainstorm was moving in and we quickly cleared the place agreeing to meet even earlier the next morning. Denver and I made plans to do a little exploring. I love Atlanta. It was his first time being there so I took him to a few really cool spots I knew of. We walked the streets of downtown underground listening to the sweet sounds of a sax playing in the background. We went to explore the park, and walked around the Centennial Cark for a while ending our night on a park bench locked lips to lips.

              After we arrived back at the hotel we agreed to hit the hot tub before settling in for the night, so we did. The next morning respectful we ate a glorious cooked to order breakfast then headed to the set. The set was tense but the pressure wasn’t on us. They had issues with the weather again, of course those things are out of their control, and they postponed the shooting for the following weekend. I took one look at Denver with sad eyes just knowing he wouldn't be able to help me again, but he reassured me he would make himself available. I cheered up quickly and we headed back to the hotel to check out and resume our trip back home.

              After arriving home, I felt like I knew Denver so much better. We still kept our respectful distances and just enjoyed one another for what it was. And what was it? A new relationship? A new beginning? Something that we both enjoyed and were both fond of? It definitely wasn’t a hookup, this we knew. That week we spent hours talking, laughing, exploring Huntsville, dining, dancing, and cuddling. If he wasn’t at my apartment I was at his working on our get-to-know-you better days. It was fun-filled and he was full of surprises. He dragged me to his salsa class once, that was a treat. So I dragged him to a wine painting class, he was the only guy there. But he thought that was a treat because he loves wine.

              We talked about our childhoods, our families, our fears, our joys. We discussed our careers and where we wanted to see ourselves in years. We agreed on a lot of lifes issues and agreed to disagree on all the political stuff. I was never one to follow anything or anyone politically. It was okay that Denver had a passion to be Republican. At least one of us was keeping up with our world happenings. I enjoyed being totally oblivious. We talked about our upcoming trip back to Atlanta and agreed on sharing a room this time. Separate beds he suggested if I’m not comfortable sleeping with him. I argued how difficult it would be sleeping in the same room with him. He disagreed adding his self-control was outstanding. Yeah, right! But then again, he did sleep with me once before and he was super behaved. So I booked a room with two queen beds.

              We took the drive down the interstate once again to Atlanta, this time with more ease, and took the scenic route. Yes, it took a couple hours longer but I wanted him to see a part of northeastern Alabama I didn’t think he had seen before. There were beautiful waterfalls you could walk right up to and gorgeous scenery going over Rain Mountain. I was right, he loved it. We spent a few hours piddling around, hiking a few trails when we stopped at the falls. I could tell nature was in his blood. Very calm and serene was his demeanor.

              We arrived at the hotel at sundown and quickly unpacked. We were both starved and ready for something other than fast food to eat. We were told about a local restaurant nearby that served good sushi so we opted for that. It was a nice quiet uneventful evening; Japanese music played in the background, the sushi was tasteful, the mood was calm. We occasionally sat staring, not really conversing, taking a break from all the talks we had had since the morning we had met for coffee. I don’t think there was anything I didn’t know about him. I think at this point I could even tell you his momma’s maiden name. Most definitely my type of guy. Anything that is until…

Sleepwalker Sex

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es, we were at ease. Settled with one another. I couldn’t help but think I needed more. Just wasn’t sure about the timing. Was it worth bringing up? Should I ask how he feels about it or leave it alone? The thought of going back to the hotel to sleep knowing I’ll be across the room from him in a separate bed, and not touch him was already driving me crazy. And since we had already discussed sleeping arrangements, I didn’t think I could bring up the idea of cuddling. I thought it was cruel to ask actually. What if he said no? I would be devastated. And what if I wasn’t ready to seal the deal and take it to the next level and it happened anyway? I know I get a little frisky with him. I have a naughty side. It’s not something I can help nor have much control over. And I really don’t want to behave with him. Ugh!

              We arrived back at the hotel full and ready to call it a night. Roll call on the set would be bright and early the next morning. I chose the bed closest to the bathroom only because I get up several times a night to use it and I didn’t want to disturb his sleeping. After preparing for bed I slipped off my pajama bottoms while he was in the bathroom, then I slipped off my bra. I was used to sleeping in a wife beater and thong so there was no way I could sleep fully clothed regardless of who was in the room with me.

              He trailed out of the bathroom asking if I needed anything, very sweetly. I declined saying thank you and watched him strip down to his fitted boxers. Hmm…he was just like me, set on being comfortable. He pulled the covers back on his bed and slipped beneath the sheet. He looked up and saw me staring.

              “What?”

              “You’re not going to kiss me goodnight?” I asked.

              “I’m sorry. Was just being respectful of your space over there.”

              “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’d rather have you kiss me than not, you know, for sweet dreams and all.”

              Actually I was wanting another glimpse of his firm tooshie in those boxers not to mention a nice hug with a bare chested muscle guy would no doubt give me sweet dreams. He hopped out of bed and stood over me. I reached up to hug him and he pulled me up to my feet. His eyes went immediately to my breasts admiring them through my thin white wife beater. Then his eyes trailed down noticing my bare thighs. He tried to peek around to see what I was wearing.

              “Let me see,” he teased.

              “No. Behave!” I smacked.

              “Come on one peek and I’ll go back to bed. Just one!”

              “Umm…no.
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              “Just one.”

              “No. Stop it!” I squealed leaning up and kissing him on the cheek good night. He pulled me into his chest and planted a strong one on my lips with no tongue action. When we released his hands were on my ass.

              “Yeah that’s what I thought!” He winked. He let go quickly causing me to land back on my bed as he slid back into his bed.

              I laid there in the dark watching him sleep. I wanted so badly to be snuggled up next to him but I knew it wasn’t time. I just knew. The tough part was I just had no clue when that time would come either. Would it be later tonight? Tomorrow? Next week? Next month? I felt myself frustrated and longing for the man across the room. To be so close but yet so far away was killing me. How could he just lie over there and close his eyes not wanting me too? I was sure he felt it, you know the connection. I was sure he was in to me. Sure of it!

              I must have drifted off to sleep because the last thing I remember was the clock reading three a.m. Then I was sure I was dreaming because I awoke sometime around four a.m. with Denver in my bed, snuggled up close actually spooning against my backside. I was right. He was in to me. Why was I thinking he was not? His manhood was evidently awake and moving between my thighs but he seemed sound asleep. Nice I thought. So he did miss me. He does want me. Maybe he thinks the time is right now and couldn’t stand to be far away from me too. My head was full of questions but my heart felt safe and satisfied that he was now in bed with me. The feeling of his warm body hovering over me soothed me to sleep.

              No sooner than I closed my eyes and drifted to la la land, I felt his hand on my thigh. He was awake. He rolled me over in his direction then proceeded to remove my panties. I allowed him to. I loved the freedom I felt when they were removed by his strong fingertips. Without hesitation he began to rub and massage my thighs. Very nice. He moved up my thighs slowly and stopped at my torso, not saying a word. Okay, I thought, I took a deep breath in and exhaled grabbing his hands that were caressing my stomach now, he must have an agenda. His lips were strong and his tongue had powerful moves. With every rise and fall, I gripped his hands tight loving the way he was making me come alive. Wondering what I did to deserve such a treat at such an hour. I whispered loud enough for him to hear, “Denver…I had no idea you missed me too!” But he said nothing, just continued till he felt I was satisfied. Oh yes, I was more than satisfied with his gift. It was after five before I closed my eyes again. This time hoping he would awaken me again but he didn’t.

              The next morning I was out of the shower before he awoke. I wasn’t bringing up his sweet act of generosity unless he was. He awakened with a smile not realizing he was in my bed and jumped in the shower. He quickly got dressed and we made our way downstairs for breakfast. It wasn’t long before we were on the set and snapping away. I was still confused he hadn’t brought it up. I figured he must have been waiting on the right moment. But that moment never came. He acted normal, not lovey-dovey or kissey-kissey with me. He acted as if we were just work mates on an assignment. And the crazy thing is, we were.

              Late that evening we got all dolled up and decided to go out on the town. There were a few cool bars I wanted to take him to. One was a piano bar that I knew he would just love. And it was so over the top romantic. If that didn’t remind him of his interest in me nothing would. So I felt sure I’d see the beastly side of him again in there. We sat together side by side in the dark at a little table with a black cloth that touched the floor. The room was packed with people listening to a man play sweet sounds with his fingers. The music had me hypnotized. Denver also was hypnotized. His hand was resting on his thighs I had hopes he would rest them between my thighs again, my favorite spot no doubt, but he didn’t budge. There were moments he was rubbing them to the beat of the music making me think things I probably shouldn't have and remembering things I had no business reminiscing. His fingers were heaven touching me last night and I couldn't get those thoughts out of my head. But he wasn't acknowledging it still. I questioned if it was all a dream. But no, he awakened in my bed so I knew it was very real.

              I decided that evening to wear something hip and flirty. I wore a backless halter with no bra and a wrap skirt with little black stringy undies. My mood was so into him. You know how you just know when you look at a man like there’s no one else in the room? That’s the way I looked at Denver and that’s the way I wanted him to look at me too so bad. So I decided to be daring. He loves daring out of your comfort zone kinda stuff. So I went to the bathroom and slipped off my little black stringy undies. I know right? What was I thinking? I arrived back at the table with a smile, sat down beside him, and slipped my undies into his pants pocket, very nonchalant. I crossed my legs and sat back in my chair picking up my wine glass and taking a sip while looking his way. He was digging the undies out with a curious look on his face. When he realized what I had done he laughed out loud followed by
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“Hmm…” with a beaming smile and a wink in my direction.

              His hand was back between my thighs wasting no time to explore. His hands were on a mission now dancing to the beat of the keys that were being played out on the piano. I, of course, was enjoying the fingers that so sweetly explored me. He sat even closer now switching hands, cradling me in his arms, whispering other things he would like to explore in my ear. I responded with kisses, accepting the breath of his air, letting him know those things he spoke of, could be a possibility; a very big possibility tonight. Especially after what he did last night, I felt he deserved some type of reward. I was still reminiscing over the moves his tongue made wanting to experience it again. But at that very moment, I was quite pleased with where we were. In a dark little piano bar, in a corner feeling as if no one else was around. I was in no hurry to move forward yet so anxious to get dug deep within his arms again.

              The bartender called out “last call.” Denver stood up quickly adjusting himself as he went and grabbed me by the hand.

              “Let’s go.” He said in his deep stern voice. I obliged.

              I giggled all the way back to the hotel with my hands exploring him while he drove. At one point I had him begging to stop, and then begging me to please him, but I was in the mood to tease. He was having a hard time driving and keeping the car within the lines, at the same time he had one hand under my skirt teasing me too. He doesn’t play fair, this I learned. But neither do I. Another crazy thing we had in common.

              We hopped in the elevator and immediately began kissing, even before the elevator doors closed. My fingers never stopped touching him. I wanted him as ready as I was when we arrived back in the room. And of course he already was. It didn’t take much convincing. He was stout and proud with every inch of his manhood risen before we walked through the door. We almost didn’t get the door closed before we were exposed. No time was wasted removing every inch of my clothing. I have no idea how he got his pants off so quick or where they ended up. The excitement had built between us. It was time. We were both in agreement we were ready to take it to the next level. See where it can go. And if it wasn’t going anywhere, we both agreed to enjoy the ride.

              He stood before me, beautiful, with the light of the moon beaming through the open balcony door. My eyes took note of his masculine shoulders, his bare chest, his full arms. My eyes followed his core down to his manhood waiting to be greeted. I paused before I introduced him to the butterflies waiting in the wings. He was a beautiful man. A handsome man. A man that I could get used to, this I knew. I trailed my gaze and my fingers back up to his face where I found him watching me.

              He whispered, “Second thoughts?”

              “Oh no.
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I sighed. “What about you?”

              “Not at all.”

              With that, I placed my palm on his cheek and he turned his face to kiss it. His kiss sent chills down my spine. Then his lips found their way down to mine. He pulled me closer making promises that I knew he could keep, and then he picked me up and carried me to the bed laying me gently down to begin his journey taking all of me. I didn’t realize I had anything left to give but he proved me wrong. There wasn’t a moment spent wasted. Not an area left unexplored, or un-kissed, nor un-caressed. It was if he was playing out a movie scene of something he had always wanted to do. It was if he had rehearsed it too, even though I knew that wasn’t possible. It was just that we were so in synch. Where he left off I began. Where he moved I naturally went. When it felt good I told him so. I found myself cheering him on like a good cheerleader would. But what I also heard were praises from his lips, making sure I knew he was quite satisfied on his end. Something I so rarely ever heard in a moment like this. It was refreshing to feel wanted again.

              We danced in his bed for a while till we were covered in sweat, took a small break to grab some water, and then danced in mine till we fell asleep wrapped within each other’s arms. The morning came too soon and we were back on the set with satisfied looks from afar and occasional winks. I caught him staring at me a lot and smiling in the downtime. He had this calm look about him. A very satisfied edge. When the set wrapped we hurried back to the hotel repeating the last evening with giggles this time. He was playful and giddy showing another side of him that I could so desperately fall in love with. What was I thinking? Room service!

              I was starving! I had forgotten how hungry sex makes you. We ordered room service and called for a late checkout for the next day. We wanted every moment enjoyed not wasted and definitely explored to all ends. I wanted to explore every inch of him. So after we ate I did just that in more ways than one. I found his ticklish spots, his scars, cuts, or bruises. Where he liked to be rubbed the most; his lower back, so I spent time giving him a full body massage with special attention there. I learned his breathing, what it meant when he held his breath, to how fast his heart rate climbed when he was excited. I learned the words he used were not always what I preferred, but I understood there are moments when life calls for such language. Of course he apologized for the use of them. He was a gentleman. This I learned.

              “Good morning, darling.”

              “Yes, it is a good Morning. How’d you know?” Somewhere in the night I felt him not only once but three times move around me. The first time I thought I was dreaming until I opened my eyes. I don’t think he ever really knew though. He never woke up, he just did things that were pleasing then after he knew I was satisfied he’d stop, climb off and roll back over to go back to sleep. Kind of repeating the first night when he slipped into my bed, so by the third time he did this, I tried to wake him, but there was no waking him. So I just let him go and enjoyed him. The third time was a doozy though. I never knew he could move like that! I was glad I didn’t awake him. I laid there in the dark hoping he’d awake again, but I wasn’t sure I could take anymore either. I was worn out!