is hard when you live it on the road. Every week, a different (yet the
same) hotel room in a different (yet the same) city. The weekend respites
are all too short and some days all you want, is to come home to the same
place and fall asleep in the same arms. This is the life you have chosen
and you really wouldn't want it any other way.
The travel is fun and you meet all kinds
of interesting people. There was that woman in Omaha and that other one
in Cleveland. Your gaydar is so finely honed that you know immediately
and can exchange that "secret smile" and know that tonight you will not
It's hard working with straight people all
the time and such a bore to keep up the pretense of 'boyfriends" at home
and giggling at the appropriate times (appropriate for who ???) when men
pay you compliments with hopes of filling your bed that night ----- if
they only knew. So you watch the endless parade of waitresses and "butch"
associates at your work sights and bite your lip with longing.
You remember with a smile an incident
a few months ago. It had been a hot and busy day and you were about to
leave work for the day and go back to your room. One of the "local" girls
approached you and asked if you would like to join her later for a drink
with her and her friends. You had a lot of these offers and usually declined,
but she had been smiling at you all day and she was kinda cute. "Sure -----
I'd love to", you said and gave her the address and room number of your
Most of the time you wear jeans with your rich
dark hair pulled back and no make-up. You would hardly need the makeup
anyway -------- your eyes have that soulful look that can stop any man
(or woman) in his tracks and your skin is highlighted by your thick auburn
hair. You carry yourself with such pride and assurance and are truly a
fine example of the well adjusted "career girl". One of the best things
about this is that you are totally unaware of your allure.
As you dragged back to your room after a light
dinner, you almost regretted saying you would go. You looked in the mirror
and saw a face filled with exhaustion, but a promise is a promise. Leaving
a trail of clothing, you made your way to a cool shower. As you felt the
first stings of the cool water on your nipples, you began to come alive
and lifted your face to the welcome rush of water.Through the shower you
hear a strong knock at the door and hear the sweet lilt of your "date".
You wrap a nice big towel around you and another on your head and open
the door. She catches her breath and blushes as you invite her in ------
what ever could you have been thinking.
You stumbled over your words and apologized
for being late. She said her friends were in the car and you told her to
go get them and you would get dressed as soon as possible. "There are some
beers in the cooler or something stronger if you prefer. Make yourselves
You quickly gathered some clothes and headed
for the bathroom ----- suddenly feeling very freshened. As you did your
hair and make-up, you could hear the giggles and whispers on the other
side of the door. God, you loved the sound of women's voices. This could
turn out to be a very interesting night.
After a final look in the mirror, you walked
out of the bathroom and heard her slightly gasp. "Wow" ------- you look
fabulous. Not that you didn't look good before. but what a change." You
smile sweetly, always the southern lady, and you grabbed your coat
as you walked out the door.
She sat very close to you in the car, thighs
touching, and you could feel that she was nervous. As you drove to the
club, she said, "I hope you don't take offense at this bar and I haven't
misread you." There was a slight twinkle in her eyes and you said,"Oh,
I'm pretty flexible" and smiled to yourself hoping she hadn't read YOUR
The car pulled up to the club and she was very
quiet as you walked in. A glance around the room brought a big smile to
your lips and as you turned to her, you said,"How about this dance" and
took her now trembling hand and made your way to the dance floor. She fit
so nicely in your arms and you pulled her close and inhaled the sweet smell
of her hair. God, it's so good to have a woman in my arms again and you
got caught up in each others rhythms as you danced on the darkened floor.
All the fatigue of the day was gone and you let her sweep you away into
a familiar world that was not attainable enough to you these days.
You gazed around the room and felt so
comfortable watching women interact with each other ------ stolen kisses
over there, a slight cat fight over there, the "first" dates at many tables.
This was such a natural scene to you and reinforced your lifestyle. This
was your world and right now you had a cute woman in your arms who would
surely be smiling across a pillow from you in the morning.
She snuggles into your arms and the music
plays on. You feel as though the world has slipped away and you feel yourself
becoming very aroused and by the movement of her hips ----- the feeling
is quite mutual. She pulls back and looks at you with such a dreamy look
and says,"I don't usually do this, but will you come home with me?" You
don't usually do this either, but tonight it feels so right and you smile
your consent. She makes a quick explanation to her friends and you leave
and hail a cab.
The tension in the cab is delicious and
you reach across the back seat and slightly touch fingertips. You notice
that you are driving out of town and finally pull up to a small cottage
next to a lake. She tells you that it belonged to her grandparents and
it is now her little hideaway. She pays the driver and then leads you up
a stone path to the front door.
As you enter the cottage, it is very
much like her -------- small, very feminine, and inviting. She takes your
coat and leads you to a small love seat that overlooks the lake. The windows
are open and the curtains move in a soft rustle. She slips into the kitchen
and returns with two glasses and has changed into a pink flowing caftan.
"I thought you might like to join me in a brandy", she says and you feel
the electricity in her touch as you reach for the glass.
She sits very close to you and you put
down the glass. Your passion has been building all night and you can't
hold back any longer. As you reach for her and slowly bring your lips to
hers, she lets out an audible sigh and returns your kiss. You quickly close
your eyes as quick tears of joy spring to the surface and get lost in her
sighs and overwhelming womanhood. She is aggressive, yet gentle and you
let her lead you down and down into that soft sweet place that only two
women can experience.
You feel yourself go liquid under her
touch as she lies you back on the sofa and gently begins to explore you
----- never losing sight of your eyes and always maintaining that Mona
Lisa smile. You go to reach for her and she silently shakes her head and
continues her work. She seems to know you so well and you feel her touch
glide to your most private of places and all you can think of is more!
She knows and quickens her pace and lies next to you and lets her finger
do their magic.
The breeze from the lake freshens and
the drapes billow as you cry out and pull her to you. She becomes a part
of you for that split second and buries her face in your neck and softly
kisses you. As you regain your composure, you look up and on the wall you
see a small gold engraving of an angel with a woman clutched to her breast.
Smiling , you pull her closer and thank God for this night in the arms
of this angel.