Return to Library Links for Women Book Store
Tempest
By Gin Smith
Copyright 1999
|
"I need to change my
clothes," she paused and looked to him for something, anything, a sign. His eyes
swept her quickly up and down, the form fitting beige tank sweater, sand-colored
silk skirt, long legs, and heels. "I'll change in the bathroom," she said and
reached for her backpack. "No, its okay - just close the door and change in here." "You're sure?" she looked at him questioningly, searching his face for confirmation. "Yeah, sure, just make it quick." She tossed the back pack onto the bed, stepped out of her shoes, then leaned down to peel off her thigh high stockings. "Oh, I can strip real quick," she said and raised her eyes to meet his. He was watching her as she knew he would be. They both smiled. "Hurry up," he said, gave her a long look and another smile then turned away. She pulled off the stockings, then grabbed her shorts from the back pack and slipped them on underneath her skirt before sliding the skirt off over the top of them. She pulled the sweater over her head and rummaged in the backpack for a sports bra and t-shirt. Again, she felt his eyes on her. "I was wondering what color you were wearing today," he said quietly. She felt her skin flush as his eyes dropped to her cream-colored bra. She felt her nipples grow hard beneath the soft lace fabric. She tried to remain nonchalant. "This is the part where I get to flash you," she said, trying to make it sound like a joke, like she hadn't really paid attention to his last remark when inside her body was flaming, her pulse quickening with unsettling intensity. "Just be quick, be quick, be quick about it," her mind warned her. "Just take the bra off and slip the other one on and do it fast." Her fingers fumbled with the hook, felt it spring free and she slipped the lacey bra from her shoulders. The next moment played out like some scene from a movie. She looked up, almost in slow motion to find him drinking in the release of her flesh. She had the overwhelming urge to cover herself, to cross her arms over her chest, to hide herself from him although it was nothing that he hadn't seen before. It had just been so very long and the time that lay between them, although at this moment it spiraled like a rifle bullet rocketed from a barrel, lay like a deep chasm that neither of them knew quite how to cross. They were frozen and then... "Wait," he said and moved quickly toward her, "I just..." His lips were upon her, his mouth suckling her breasts, his hands caressing her full flesh, slipping around the slim of her waist to massage the small of her back, his teeth tugging and biting at her nipples. The world spun and she tipped her head back, legs becoming weak, knees buckling as he held her, nursing himself, nursing his world and hers, trying to drink in all that they had lost and still longed for. Their lives so far apart, now suddenly crashing together with unexpected intensity. She arched into him, her fingers running through his dark hair as his lips continued to kiss and torment her. Then, she pushed him back even as he pulled away. Her arms slipped up and around his neck and he crushed her to him, squeezing her so tight she could barely breathe. "Gawd, I miss you," he murmured into her hair. "I miss you too." They pushed back from each other and he kissed her softly on the mouth, then once on the forehead before stepping away. She was light headed as she put on her sports bra, and slipped the t-shirt over her head. "Have you forgotten anything?" he asked as she gathered up her belongings and walked with him to the door. "I'm not sure," she said. "There's still so much I'm trying to remember." ***
"Tempest" by Gin Smith, ©
1999 R. M. Schmitt. |
|
|
 |
