Guy Lancing:
The Encounter
I watch as he rises and puts on his clothes. He bends his arms, his muscles flex; his sculpted chest sends shivers through me.
He waves to me as he walks out of the room; I hear the outer door close and he is gone.
I want to lie here a while and think about our encounter. I’m warm in my bed; my body still thrills from his touch. His juice flows inside me and I clench my cheeks to keep it from oozing out. I wonder how long it will take for my body to absorb it. I’ll stay here a while longer.
A moment ago he is lying on top of me, our faces touching. I feel his organ hardening against my leg. We breath in unison, harder and faster. Our hearts pound together.
He searches for my opening and finds it, gently sliding inside. I feel a pop as the head passes my orifice. The pain is exciting. We embrace in a love struggle, unable to love enough.
I lift my legs and wrap them around his strong frame, rubbing my thighs against his side. He strokes harder and I feel my body tingling as his hardened cock massages my passage.
In a moment we explode in uncontrolled passion, our hearts pound, our chests throb, my legs grip tightly against him. We lie together until the passion subsides and he rises to dress.
I wonder, will he return? Should I call him? Maybe he’ll call. I’m sure he has other lovers. Is he going to meet one?
Why am I worrying so soon? He must be still thinking about me. Am I just a momentary fling? Someone he met at a bookstore?
I browse the magazine section and I see him approach. He asks me if I’ve seen the latest New Yorker; there’s an article in it about lovers meeting in public places. Why is he saying this to me?
We decide to have coffee together. He works at an office here in town, an executive manager. I can see that he is managing our situation very well. He’s handsome, almost beautiful. What does he see in me.
He asks me if I live close by and I say yes. Oh why don’t you show me your place he says. I can’t resist and soon we are passing through the door.
He says that it would be fun to get naked together and I agree. Soon we are standing close, stroking our naked bodies. I show him to my bed and we fall in together to make love.
I look through the window, he’s gone. I can dress now. Maybe I’ll get something to eat. When will I stop thinking about him. Is he coming back? Should I call?