I sit alone on the deck of our cottage, anxiously waiting for the days to drift until you are here with me! Oh will you tell me how to hurry time?  I do find, however, that playing out our meeting in my mind helps to stave off my impatience - if only briefly. Allow me to share with you what I mentally fondled this morning.

     You're driving. You're alone. You've left the highway behind miles ago and now you swiftly travel along a road that curves gently through big, thick trees; trees which throw zebra striped shadows onto an otherwise sun bright road that curves as it stretches before you. A summer's breeze gently flows through open car windows, caressing you with its warmth and refreshing smells.  Your mind still races - unable to yet let go of what you are driving from - bills, deadlines, decisions, the worries and fears of everyday life. You think about what you have brought with you.  Two suitcases which are in the trunk. That was all, two suitcases.  "Did you bring enough? And the place you are going to. What will the house be like? Will you be comfortable there? And the person you are to meet? How will this first meeting go?" More worries creep in but you keep burying them. 

     Now you see the huge gate and begin to pull up the long driveway that leads to the house. 

     "Wow, what a fantastic place," you think. It appears so warm, so inviting, so comfortable. You park in front of the house and get out of the car.

     The door slowly opens and I am there to greet you. We say our hellos and exchange a tender, warm embrace and a momentary kiss on the lips. You begin to feel safe and relaxed. 

     "Let me get your bags for you," I offer along with an enchanting smile and reach into the trunk, pulling out one suitcase. 

     We go into the house and I show you around - here is the living room, a welcoming fire simmers in the fireplace and the smoky smell penetrates the air.  Here is the kitchen, there, the downstairs bath.  We climb the stairs and I show you the master bedroom and several guest rooms, leaving you in the one you will be staying in.

     "Go ahead and relax after your journey.  I'll be downstairs.  Come down whenever you are ready."  I smile at you, slowly closing the door behind me.

     You walk to the huge sliding glass doors and look out over the blueness of the ocean. A sense of peace floods you and you begin to believe that you will enjoy your stay here. You sit on the bed. It is soothingly comfortable and you are so tired from your journey that you are tempted to lie back and fall asleep. "A shower," you think. A shower will refresh you.

     You take off your clothes that you'd put on long ago to begin this trip, letting them fall to the floor and with them fall away a few more of the thoughts and worries that plagued you on the drive. Stepping into the shower, you turn the water on hot, very very hot, and let it pelt the back of your neck, your shoulders, lower back. Tension and stress swirl with the water down the drain. You sigh, then turn around. The water is blasting onto your face and you stand there enjoying every second, then you move the stream of water, slowly toward your neck, then lower to your chest - the tiny beads massaging your breasts; your nipples respond to the attention, lower... you lower the water, now it is tapping upon your stomach then lower still and you release a long slow moan as it continues to pulsate onto your groin and upper thighs.  You end the direction the sensations are about to take you by slowly reaching down and shutting the water off.

     As you step out of the tub, you see a big, oversize, comfy terri cloth robe hanging on the door and you smile as you wrap it around yourself, knowing that I've thought of everything. You towel dry your hair and brush it out but tiny drips still gather and cling to the ends, occasionally dripping onto your neck. But this you don't mind; they remind you of  freedom. You feel free now.

     Barefoot and refreshed, you walk downstairs, the delightful smell floating from the kitchen drawing you in that direction.  When you walk into the light, airy, room, you see me as I am placing a big bowl of shrimp and steamed clams onto a tray, along with cheese, crackers, a bowl of fruit mixed with whipped cream, and a couple of wine bottles. I smile at you.  No words are exchanged. None are needed. I know you have begun to relax and that you shall even more as the evening progresses.

     I hand the full tray to you to bring into the living room, and while your hands are full, cannot resist but to tenderly lean into you and lick off a lone water drop that journeys down your neck. You quiver and smile at me, then bring the tray toward the living room, placing it on the low table in front of the fireplace. We both sit on the floor, our backs leaning against the couch. The only sounds are an occasional crackle from the fireplace, the cry of a leisurely swooping seagull and the wine as it is poured from the bottle into two glasses. Gently, we touch the lips of the glasses together and after the delicate 'tink" I whisper "to vacation" and wink at you.

     You smile again. You are smiling a lot here you think, more than you have in a very long time. I walk across the room and put on a quiet soft jazz cd and am well aware that your eyes follow my every move.

     When I return to our spot on the floor I face you and take a grape from the bowl. Our gaze never breaks as I take the grape and play with it between my lips, slowly peeling tiny pieces of skin off of it. When it is completely naked, I hold it tenderly between my teeth and lean in toward you. Our lips meet, the grape is passed into your mouth, its soft wet flavor bursts onto your tongue, as you chew, then swallow it. I pull away from you preparing some cheese and crackers which I gently pass through your lips to place into your mouth. But you want more than the snack and try to suck my fingers inside as well. "Not yet my precious one, not yet," I say and smile.

     Shrimp, clams and wine we enjoy along with entertaining conversation sprinkled with laughter and long gazes. Although a refreshing breeze blows through the open doors, the room feels unusually warm, and you begin to feel tired  So very, very tired.

     I take your hand and pull you up onto the couch, softly holding you as you lay back. My hands caress your forehead and cheeks, fondling your hair as I kneel on the floor beside you.

     "Rest my little one, rest for now," I repeat over and over, "rest, shhhh, rest". You do not resist me. Your eyes close and off you drift into a peaceful, safe, warm sleep. When I hear your breathing has become soft and slow, I lean down, kiss your eyelids then walk away from you, leaving you in a deep, peaceful dream world.

     I then walk to your car, open the trunk and take out the second suitcase. It is big and heavy, but I carry it to the back of the house, my bare feet making deep footprints in the soft sand as I walk with it. When I reach the cliff overlooking the ocean waves which swell and crash far below, I pause for a moment enjoying the stunning beauty which lies before me. Lazy white seagulls drift by, triangular sailboats lean toward the distant horizon, a lighthouse stands firm, proud guarding her harbor.  Slowly, I inhale, a long deep breath in, filling my lungs with the clean fresh air, feeling its healing power surge through me.

     I reach down to your suitcase and flip open the clasp and it springs open. Suddenly all your worries, troubles, fears, anxieties jump out into the air - they swirl in the warm afternoon summer breeze, hanging as they momentarily battle each other, unsure where to go, or what to do, but once they sense they are free, they zoom off toward the sea, ecstatic to be let loose; happy to be released. They shall not return I know, but in one final act of defiance, I lift the suitcase high above my head and hurl it down into the sea which waits so patiently below. It too is gone forever, I know. I smile at the gift I have just given you. Now, now your time here with me is insured to be completely peaceful, restful and loving, for now you have nothing left but that; that and me.

     I turn and walk back into the house, through the kitchen, leaving a thin trail of sand on the floor and enter the room where you lie upon the sofa.  You, my angel, rest so peacefully.

     I remove a giant peacock feather from a flower decoration on the table, secretly smiling at what its "eye" will soon behold, and very gently sit beside you on the couch. You stir slightly but my voice soothes you, keeping you in the soft place where you are.  "Shh," I comfort you and with the feather, begin to stroke your face. The sensation is of butterfly wings touching you and your lips move ever so slightly, the beginning of a smile. I run the feather down the sides of your neck then toward the hollowed center, then untie your bathroom and open it. You lie before me, your breasts and stomach exposed and run the feather along the length and curve of your throat, chest, then softly, slowly down toward your right breast. Starting in a big circle I begin to "O" around and around, closing the circle each time. Your body begins to react, the right nipple starts to salute and stand at attention, reaching toward me for more, as a child holding her hands outstretched to be held. I continue circling until ending at the very tip, then flickering with the feather, tease you. You involuntarily arch your back a little and I stop. I do not want to wake you, not yet. I do not want to take you from the peaceful place you are. I want to enter it. Now, I begin the circling process on your left breast, until your left nipple is smiling as happily as your right.

     The feather continues to wander down the center of your stomach and I watch as your skin tightens and trembles.  Your hand moves in your sleep and begins to rub your stomach, up and down, and around - you know even in sleep, you know where I am headed and you are trying to rush the process. I tenderly take your hand, kiss it and place it back by your side.

     Now the feather is moving from one hip bone toward the other, and each time it swipes back and forth it dips a bit lower and lower until your hips start to rhythmically rise to meet its touch. If I'm not careful, soon you will demand more. But first I need to know how ready you are for me my love.

     With both of my warm, soft hands, I slowly and softly press your thighs apart.  You open easily for me, as if instinct guides you, your legs drift away from each other, and I catch the first glimpse of the beautiful part of you which I desire so. Selfish thoughts cross my mind but it is not my time to be pleased, not now, not yet, I must be patient. There are plenty of hours that stretch before us. This I know and it causes me to smile. 

     Now, I must check you to make sure you are ready for me.  Carefully, ever so slowly, I slide one finger between your lips - you tremble and move toward me, telling me you want more. Yes my love, you are moist. You have begun but you are not quite ready yet. I demand more from you first. I drift the feather over your tender lips - up and down back and forth, circles, zig zags, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Your hips move more now, following my caresses. 

     Moments pass until finally I decide it is now the time.  I stand before you, my sleeping beauty, and take off my clothes, watching as you move and gyrate, doing a silent sleeping dance and wonder exactly where you are in your dreams. Perhaps when you awake, you will share them with me.

    I reach into the fruit bowl and take one of the large orange slices and with it, I run up and down and in and out of your by now red and swollen lips. They make a delicious noise as they part and I take great pleasure in seeing that your honey has accumulated. Your moans have grown louder and you are beginning to leave sleep behind; you've not yet left it completely but will soon.

     I kiss you tenderly; warm, wet sloppy kisses everywhere, all over your body my lips travel.  Lazily, you peek one eye half open to look at me and smile. 

     "Shhhh" I whisper, pressing a finger against your lips. "No words," then lean down and kiss you. The kiss is the most incredible, tender, passionate kiss ever as our lips merge together and our hot tongues unite. Your hands rub up and down my back still pulling me tightly against you.

     I know you want darling, I know.

     Leaning toward your right ear, I gently bite the tip of your lobe and whisper, "We have only just begun my love.  Welcome to vacation."

     I look forward to your arrival next week my sweet baby.

Patiently waiting,

O.