Annette Cats

The day that you came I was dead. Shut up in my own dark world where neither the warmth of the sun nor the brightness of the flowers can reach me. I am tired, so very tired. Tears I have yet to shed linger precariously behind my eyes. It is a beautiful summers day. Bird song fills the air, the sun is high in the sky. Children laugh as they play and dogs bark at their endless chase.. It is an all too familiar symphony but such sounds fall deafly upon my ears. My world is too quiet, too empty. The music has stopped.

A high summers day and the heat is stifling. Unprotected my shoulders and arms are laid bare to the wrath of the sun . Legs, long and shapely but very white will suffer the same fate and I welcome it. It is the only sensation that tells me I am still alive, still feeling, still trying to fight. My senses are down. My hearing and sight are dulled. An isolated place. Pain and loneliness are all I have left.

Striding through the park you turn all the girls heads. A confident figure with a stride to match you know you look good. Tall and strong and lean , well defined muscles showing through well tanned skin. Youthful vibrancy and positive energy seeps from every pore. A wicked smile etched upon your face belies some innermost secret, topped with a sparkle in those sexy brown eyes. You have a great love for life and it shows.

You know just where you are heading, but stop. Suddenly your step is broken and you are no longer so certain. Before you sits a familiar but lonely figure upon a park bench and deep from the recesses of your mind a memory comes back to life. Your smile broadens and your step quickens. Everything else is forgotten. You make your decision. Your path is altered and you are heading my way.

A man with a purpose you sit beside me. We have met before in a very different place and only in passing but it is a powerful memory. You have some knowledge of what ails me and saner men would walk away but you cannot. Arms laid back against the table, legs stretched out in front I sit, my eyes closed, my face turned up to the sun. Such is my trance that I do not instantly notice you but you know my plight and you are a patient man.

It has been a while since last we met. Discretely you take this time to appraise me once again. Long, shapely legs stretch up under a short cotton skirt to a narrow waist. Travelling higher your eyes linger hungrily on my more than generous breasts that rise and fall in time to my slow, deep breaths. Your lips moisten your cock twitches My top is short and tight and low cut and pretty pink lace gives tantalizing suggestions of my taste in underwear. Maybe the knickers match? Maybe I’m not wearing any? And yes you would like to know….

Dragging your eyes higher you view my face. Now totally relaxed you remember my smile. Cheeky and wide with dimples that appeared magically upon my cheeks. Highly cut cheekbones and an elegant, well defined neck that slides down to where your eyes are always trying to go. What the hell you are a breast man you just have to look. I am a brunette with lighter tones that catch and sparkle in the sunlight. It is my eyes though that you remember the most. My eyes that made that lasting impression, that held the promise…

Eyes they say are the windows of the soul and sometimes we know they are watching even when we do not see them. With psychic powers they reach out and touch. How else would we notice a lingering glance from across a room or much closer a pair of eyes watching intently willing me to see you?

The sun is starting to get to me. The searing heat is burning my face and I slowly open my eyes. My senses are heightened and I’m not sure why? Is danger close by? Do I feel threatened? I do not know. Hesitantly I turn my head and become aware that I am not alone. I see you but am still unsure. . Dried by the sun I lick my lips, my tongue moving seductively over my bottom lip, then my top. I open my mouth as if to speak but no words come. My mind thinks back, trying to place you. The memory when finally it comes is shocking, but thrilling and all at once I remember…

A smile breaks with the memory and your eyes never leave my face. I think they are searching for a reaction but my feelings are hidden. The windows of my soul are open and looking right back at you and you are welcome to draw your own conclusion. Green and blue and edged in brown they hold you. Intense, tired eyes that show so much outer beauty and so much inner pain. Your eyes are so different. They are oval shaped and brown. A rich conker brown flecked with gold and trimmed with the longest, darkest lashes. Your eyes are open and laid bare where mine are not. They draw me in, pulling me closer, wrapping me in comfort. I want to be closer.

Such is the moment that words would spoil it. Brought together by a memory you move closer. I can smell you now. Sweat and sex and a warm spicy scent that pulls it all together, mixing it, giving off a sense that you are all male. Your smile plays upon your lips Soft and inviting, yet knowing and seductive, on a face that is hard and chiselled. You have a square cut chin and a five o’clock shadow that could look scruffy but on you is neat and sexy.

Almost child like I reach up my hand to touch your face, Lightly I trace the hard outline of your chin and cheekbone coming to rest at the base of your chin. I remember so much…. Maybe you are not real? Maybe I am hallucinating in the heat of the day? But my fingers touch skin that is hot and firm and your stubble rasps beneath my touch sending shivers of lust down my spine. A dream would not feel so real. Would it?

Slowly your hands move up over mine and hold them. Your eyes still never leave mine. You make me think of a time when I was happy and free and so very alive! You feel my pain and you are sorry but with your zest for life you long to lift the darkness from my eyes and help me hear the music. Your fingers curl around mine, gentle but reassuring, squeezing them gently so I know that I am safe with you. Wanting more I pull in my legs and turn my body so that I am facing you. The children I missed earlier, I now notice are playing further away. So with no distractions you have my full attention.

My first impressions of you then, as well as now, are wrong. You are not so young, though that sounds unkind for neither are you old. The suppleness and vitality in your body suggests youth but the etched lines on your face suggest otherwise. A fleeting thought only. Your age is not important. You were there when it mattered and that is good enough for me.

Intently you watch me but now you give nothing away. I try to fathom what you are thinking but I cant. I do not know you well enough. Maybe at such close quarters I should find such intimacy scary but I don’t. It is as if I have always known you. That the passing of that one enriching moment gave you rights to which neither of us could speak. Yet again I am in need of help and yet again you are here. Why does this not surprise me? Your presence steadies and comforts me almost as surely as if your arms were around me.

Your bare knee brushes mine and you move closer still. I can feel your breath on my face. I smell coffee and something else but I cant think what. Don’t care really. It smells just fine to me. Releasing my hand your fingers explore my face. With the softest of touches you trace my eyebrows across my forehead and down onto the higher reaches of my cheekbones. Feather light it caresses. I close my eyes, all the better to feel you and your journey continues further. With a juddering leap my senses return. All of them. Switched on and firing as if they had never deserted me.

Down my cheek the sensation travels slowly. Sweat has gathered on my top lip, moist and salty. Your finger hesitates then wipes through it and is gone. Sucking them clean you savour the taste. Pheromones and salt and female sex enrich the blood. Fuel for desire in the rich melting pot of passion. Your desire is hot and so is your cock. I taste salt and coffee as your finger returns. Firmly your finger travels across my bottom lip but does not linger. My mouth opens to your touch and I feel the tip of your finger briefly enter my mouth.

Alas you are too quick and your finger is gone. Bereft and surprised my eyes fly wide in search of you but I need have no fear. You are still there. Still smiling, still watching, still beautiful. Your kiss when it comes surprises me for it is not where I expect it. Gently caressing it soothes my heat drenched face. I close my eyes and your lips are there. Covering my lids, gossamer fine kisses rain down. Your hand holds my face as your kisses move down. You know I am vulnerable. You think I am scared but you do not push me and you take your time. The thrill is so often in the waiting, in the suspense of how it might feel. Your lips hover so perilously close to my mouth.

Not a word has been spoken. There was never a need but your hesitation speaks clearly. We were destined to meet again you and I, drawn together by a power we could never comprehend but an understanding that we both share. You are wanting to kiss me but at the final moment you are unsure if you should? My head tells me don’t, my heart has taken leave, my senses are screaming. I am held back by darkness and released by a memory. What should I do? What would you do? In the end it is all too simple. My fate is sealed. I reach up and I meet your kiss.