THE BEAUTIFUL ONE~Volume One

Day Two

The following morning, after being awakened by the soft sound of a gentle rain outside, I gently repositioned myself beside my beautiful visitor, and found myself gazing at the beautiful colors of the aura which emanated from Michael's equally beautiful spirit. As my eyes traced the line of the aura, I found myself simultaneously fingering the mane of curls on Michael's head, as well as the skin on Michael's shoulder and arm,...the same skin I had only the night before caressed while applying lavender oil as a means of helping Michael rest and fall asleep. The beautiful colors of his aura, combined with his physical beauty so filled my heart with love for him, I found myself responding by gently clasping the hand now resting against my waist, and simultaneously reaching up and kissing him on the cheek. My touch though gentle caused Michael to stir, and awaken from his sleep...

"Good morning..." I whispered as I gazed into the beautiful brown eyes that had first met mine the day before. "Hungry?..." I asked. "You desire breakfast, no?"

"Yes.", he replied softly "Thank you...I think I should take a shower first..."

"Of course." I replied as I moved off of the bed, to make room for Michael to do the same, and led him into the bathroom. "Shower is here...and towels for drying." I continued as I handed him also a bar of soap and other essentials...

"Thank you...very much." he replied as a smile crossed his lips...a smile, the shyness of which was endearing.

"You are welcome...Michael.", I replied softly with a smile, having heard his name mentioned the day before during the confrontation with the Russian soldiers. "Michael...most like God", I continued with a smile and a nod of approval as I left the room, closing the door behind in order to give the beautiful one with the beautiful name his privacy, and went to my kitchen and began to prepare our breakfast.

Sensing Michael was beginning to warm to me but that he still had his suspicions--which were understandable, since I was still a stranger--I went to my refrigerator and took out a carton of eggs, a package of bacon and a loaf of bread, the contents of each I proceeded to place in the appropriate pans for preparation. "Nothing suspicious about French toast" I thought to myself as I reached into a drawer to pull out a knife, only to wind up accidentally cutting myself on the blade.

"Ouch!" I thought to myself as I put the cut finger to my lips to cleanse the wound, and simultaneously relieve the pain as I crossed over to the bathroom and grasped the doorknob.

As I re-entered the bathroom, and crossed to the medicine cabinet for a Band aid and antiseptic crème for my cut finger, I was attracted to the sound of running water coming from inside the shower, and the dim silhouette of Michael reflected on the shower curtain.

As I tended to my injured finger, I found myself fantasizing about removing my clothing,

drawing back the shower curtain, climbing in the shower behind Michael, reaching up and running my fingers gently through his beautiful dark curls, then proceeding to wrap my arms around his beautiful toned body, and lovingly caress the nape of his neck and his shoulders with my kisses. My fantasy continued with Michael responding by turning to face me, and embracing me-his fingers lovingly seducing me with their touch-as his lips covered mine, and his tongue tenderly caressed the roof of my mouth, as the water from the shower cascaded over

us both.. "I love you.", I heard him murmur as I felt his hands moving over my body, lingering to caress and fondle my breasts which tingled in loving response...

Finding myself transfixed by my fantasy, and feeling my body responding to the pleasurable sensations being created, I felt the sudden need to turn away from the shower, and close my eyes, as I commanded myself to take slow deep breaths and exhalations in another effort to resist the temptation to perform an act of self gratification. This time however, the urge was too strong, and so I succumbed to the temptation, though deliberately using the silky fabric of my pantalets as the barrier between my hand, and my womanly place.