alone
6:10 p.m.<>2001-09-07
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late yesterday afternoon. laying in bed alone, naked. waiting for jodie to get home. close my eyes, let the day's stream of glittering images wash through my mind. my hand, reaching down.
jodie sleeping in bed when i leave. smooth, unlined face turned toward the morning light creeping through the open window. blankets kicked down sometime during the night, one tanned leg lying voluptuously upon the rumpled white sheets. breasts flattened against the mattress.
curve of a cheek, arch of a brow, quick upturn of a smile. my neighbor smiles at me as we ride the elevator down. pink-cheeked, fresh from the shower, the small car filling with the scent of lilacs. indendation of her buttock under the black miniskirt takes me back to my hot dream of the night before, the one that woke me breathless and hard. to the memory of anne's hip under her thin skirt, moving under my right hand as we danced on that long ago evening. to the memory of jodie from a few weeks past, the hem of her skirt flipped up over her hips, pressing her back against me as i encircled her body with my arms.
work is a torture, last night's dream still moving through my head and my loins. my coworker standing next to me, splash of freckles across her nose, her bare shoulders. her dark voice like smoke, too deep to match those freckles, that plain pony tail. her bottom, round and snug in her dark blue jeans as she walks away.
the goth girl and her punker boyfriend that i see at lunch. she: black hair, black nails, black lips, white skin. plump body swathed in black velvet. too old to be wearing that outfit, but somehow pulling it off anyway, even on a weekday with the sun shining bright above us. he: brown hair, frosted tips. lanky and whipcord thin, wiry muscles, little pink pierced nipple showing through the hole in his t-shirt where his sleeve used to be. my eyes lingering on them, until he gives a sharp glance and i look away.
on the metro that afternoon, the teenagers coming home from school, loud and oblivious. glance at the blonde girl with the honking laugh. skin smooth, hip bones on prominent display above her low-rise jeans. twinge of shame as i suddenly imagine her in underwear. inappropriate. snap my attention forward, to the back of the man in front of me. no use. fresh from the gym, rocking with the motion of the car. bald, broad shoulders, tapering waist. his massive hands on my skin, on jodie's... no. shake my head. the girl in her bra and panties, plain white cotton, her long hair spilling over her shoulders... at long, my stop. hurry out of the car, my head low.
on the escalator, woman on the steps above me. shapely legs sheathed in shining black leather, feet squeezed into narrow heels. her skin like a cadbury bar, melting in the late summer sun. my cheeks flushed. my throat craving air as if air were cool water.
splash of freckles, rounded hip, pierced nipple. crisp white panties. silky feel of my own hardness, coat of slickness, sound of moving flesh, pounding of my heart as i throw back my head and shoot and shoot.
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