HIM
She is seated, turned away from the entrance. My only desire is to dive my nose into her neck and breath in deeply her delicious smell. I would barely touch her shoulders and slide my fingers on her breast. She would turn her head on me and seize my hungry and demanding lips. I go ahead, confident, sit down in front of her and, watching her, I whisper :
- Bonsoir.
She smiles and inclines her head in one side, her eyes sparkling with a sensual flash :
- Good evening Tyler. Have you easily found the place ?
- Yes, I've ever been here. You look splendid.
She lowers her head and nibbles her lips. When she finally looks directly at me, my heart starts pounding. She is kind of impressive despite her innocent look. There is something in her eyes that makes me want to protect her and place her over a wall to make her mine in the same time. I order two drinks of white wine, sweet for her and dry for me. Chatting with her, I realize how interesting and warm she is. She is a good listener and I like the way she talks about herself, neither blasé nor vein about her personal and professional life. She travels a lot because of her job of Visual Merchandiser at Hermès' and even finds the time to surf when she comes to her family in Los Angeles, California and to climb in her indoor club in Paris.
HER
He wears a white shirt under a fitted black jacket. He is very attractive with his hair tied in a bun. Even very sexy. Seated next to me, I wish I could be closer, feeling him being hard, kissing him and touching his hair. I look at him with a small smile upon my face while thinking of the position of me on him. And when he compliments me, I think of answering that I owe him this special light I have been carrying since we met. My want of him is so intense that I can feel my sex beating. My eyes are brighter, dilated by the thrill. He orders for the two of us and I find him very confident. I can't help imagining how a perfect lover he must be.
HIM
She crosses many times her legs and I end up noticing the sweet border of her stockings. I stare at her right thigh, the white skin contrasting with the black stockings. She gets my stare and smiles out of the corner of her lips like the nice girl she is not. Through our discussion, I take her hand and stroke it gently. I can see her eyes clearly dilated by emotion, should I say excitement ? Her other hand takes mine and plays with my fingers. She interrupts her sentence, watching me, under my spell. Her voice is husky when she murmurs :
- You are turning me on. I ...
The first riff of Do I Wanna Know, by the Arctic Monkeys are echoing and the sound of the bass guitar makes me suddenly harden. I definitely wanna know what she wants of me. I lay one elbow on the table, drowning my eyes in her mesmerizing look. She puts a hand on my cheek and I turn it to seize the pad of her finger between my lips. I look at her, brow raised :
- You ... ?
Her thumb is in my mouth and I imagine it replaced by the tip of her breast.
- Please, stop it. You are exciting me and it is too soon.
- Don't you think we've been waiting enough ?
YOU ARE READING
We Might Float
General Fiction- We Might Float is supposed to be the French translation of my still-in-progress novel Aux Antipodes de Ton Monde. However, I don't want it to be only a translation but a kind of revisited version of the story between Thomas (here Tyler) and Stella...
