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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She felt the soft vibrating of her phone in her pocket. He nerves tensed, and she felt a thrill of excitement, neurons in her brain sprung to life sending messages of danger though her body while butterflies darted around in her stomach. She had to wait the office was busy, usually she would have just picked up the phone or read the text, this was different.
Zoe had always been good at her job, she was organised her life mapped out before her work and private life a regimented pattern. She had met James at university when they were both 21, they had argued in a bar it had been about Nuclear disarmament. She could not understand what every one had got so upset about, we had the bomb; they had the bomb and know one would ever drop them; the consequences would have been too horrendous. James was young and passionate he wasn’t the usual spotty CND politico type. His hair was wild his dress sense was, well scruffy chic. It was they eyes sky blue intense he held her gaze as they debated this and that and generally argued. She remembered thinking “ Bloody Lefty, if it was up to you lot the Argies would have the Falklands and Maggie would never been elected”. But those eyes, that passion the conviction in his voice, as they talked he had held them both in a bubble, the world went on around them with out them.
That night they had made love, he was a tender lover he had made her felt wanted paid close attention to her needs. This wasn’t the usual adolescent fumble, she had felt like a woman her body had been caressed and kissed when she lay in his arms the next morning she had felt content.
As they continued their life together Zoe and James had left University shared a flat worked crap jobs in restaurants and bars just top be together. Their experiences were passionate wild, he loved to feel the small explosions of her orgasms always knew the right moment to enter her making sure that her pleasure came first he used his tongue on her to maximum effect, together they explored their “G” spots finding those erogenous zones only intimate lovers would know. The candle of their love burnt brightly.
Zoe looked in the mirror in the office toilets, that had been 20 years ago, another place another time. Their life together was good she was the head of purchasing for a large company who had based their operation in semi rural Wales. James had tried his hand at politics, working as a researcher for an MP, but had drifted in to corporate troubleshooting. If you had an office that wasn’t running properly in Zurich James was your man. “Every bodies man” she sighed to herself “Always working, always away” She looked hard at her own reflection. She remembered the phone call interrupting breakfast table a week ago.
“ Yes, Dieter sure I can be in Hamburg in a couple of hours, No it no problems, no your not disturbing our weekend, ill get a flight booked now, see you there later, bye”
“ We were going to the art exhibition in the Conwy Galleries this weekend” She pleaded with him, to late the laptop was on and his face was buried down in it. If it wasn’t the laptop it was sheaves of papers. More work he kept busy but she had needs.
“ Your not listening are you James, god you bastard some time I wonder if you’re the man I met” she spat the words at him.
She had planned the day, they were both free, go look at the exhibition slope off to a small restaurant have a light lunch then home. She had prepared in her mind a scented candle bath they could share, then an afternoon together, and a chance to be held, to be kissed to feel him in her. This was now a distant dream. She was unfulfilled and hurt. Zoe felt the candlelight of their love grow dimmer.
Zoe slipped in to a toilet she put the seat down and sat, then with quivering fingers removed her phone from her pocket and opened the text.
“ I desire you, I need you, I want you. I know you haven’t sent me any pictures but your description had driven me to distraction, your in my head your in my thoughts your every where I look. I look around at people in the street and see if it’s you. I fantasise about you I cant sleep, I can’t eat, please meet me”
The texts had started a couple of days ago, a wrong number, and an apology, a reply a joke then just friendly chat. Texts whizzed between them, “ did you hear that song on the radio? Did you see that on television last night?” Then questions “top ten songs, favourite film and ideal holiday locations” Then personal questions” How tall are you? What colour hair do you have? Then what do you look like?” The text relation ship had blossomed and grown and now things were getting warmer.
Zoe replied to the text” I want you too, I need this so much I want to be held I want to be kissed yes I’ll meet you” she pressed send. Before she could stop it the electronic message it was away across the ether and bouncing from a satellite. She shivered had she really done this, she was steady, reliable not some one to take risks. She walked over to the sinks turned on a tap; she moistened her hands and splashed the cool liquid on her face.
“ZZZRRP!” she jumped it was a reply, was it him? She had only just sent her message it was going so fast. She felt it was like a runway train momentum had started it and how she had given it the final push it needed to free wheel. The phone buzzed again, she looked around the washroom to make sure she was completely alone. It was from him, she looked down and read the opened text. “Tell me where? Tell me when? I know some where we can be alone I know North Wales well, if you truly want this?” she put her palm to her head, she could feel the cold sweat of excitement building over her body, covering her with a cool sheen of anticipation. Her fingers quickly tapped out “Tonight, he’s away but will be back tomorrow it has to be tonight, send me directions where” she hit send.
Zoe’s legs trembled; she had the nervous exhilaration of a young girl she vaguely remembered who met a passionate wild student those 20 years ago. A young man who had made her feel like a woman for the first time, who had used skilled fingers to caress her body, who had taken her to a plane of passion she had never known. A time when she had really had her first orgasm she remembered her body straining under the pressure, like a Champaign cork ready to explode his tongue caressing her clitoris holding at the point of ecstasy keeping here from tipping over in to orgasm, then the moment he entered her, this shaft filling her releasing her she had tightened on him then with passionate release let go her body in waves of pleasure as he pushed deeper fucked her harder. His lips on her hard nipples sucking them, softly as she came teasing them his tongue circling each swollen nipple.
ZZzrrp! The buzzing of the phone brought her back to her senses. The message was simple “7:30 tonight, here, if you are not there I will understand “ there was a link in the message, Zoë’s Internet enabled phone opened the link, it was a set of directions and a map to a location. “My god” she thought “ can I do this?” She looked hard in the mirror, she looked slightly pale but as she remembered that snubbed breakfast and day at the gallery, the blood returned to her face. “ I can do this “ she said to the reflection “ I need this I want this .its my time” She text back the reply
“I’ll be there”
The rest of the day seemed to drag, pointless meetings about pointless things, trivial conversation with work colleagues about who was who in some television sitcom soap. The clock seemed to be running backwards she just wanted to get home. At 5:30 the boss called in the office” Zoe, could you pop over for a quick meet with a supplier hell be in the office in a minute”
“Christ no I want to go home “ she thought, “ I need to get ready “ She walked over to his office, the supplier was there already would she ever get out for tonight
Finally at 6; 30 she stepped in to her small back Audi TT sports car, it had been her treat to herself. Well he’s always away why not spoil myself. James had been upset that she had thought to buy a car with out talking to him first, god why do men think they are an authority on cars! Well bollocks to him. She turned on the ignition and sped away in the warm summer evening. Home wasn’t to far, she pulled into the driveway. Yes the house was nice it was big but not showy, it was a place of modernity. They had been the first with plasma screen TV with surround sound, swapping to LCD when every one else bought plasma. It had two en-suits large kitchen big garden. It also had the feeling of never truly being lived in.
She stripped quickly from her smart business suit; usually she would have taken time to hang every thing up put things in the linen basket, but not tonight. Before stepping in the shower, she connected her phone to her laptop selected the link she had been sent then clicked the muse to the print icon. She could hear the printer whirring out the directions on to paper. The shower was cool not cold not hot just right. She could feel her breath stifle as she thought about what she was about to do, short tight breaths. She thought more, “why not” she said to her “ I’m only in my 40’s my body’s not in bad shape” Zoe had kept up a steady fitness regime, she had not gone to extremes, she had “decent legs” , she thought. They were actually very good legs not to long or slender like the stick insect fashion models. Men had remarked on her legs James used to, her stomach was not flat but not fat the gentle undulation that if anything extenuated her bum, which was perfect. That was one thing James still commented on.
Her soapy hands caressed her body in the shower, the excitement had returned, the danger the mystery. She caught herself touching her breasts, her finger rubbing on her pubic bone and the slight whips of hair above her pussy. She slightly moaned in pleasure. She stopped with a start, what was the time “Christ I better get ready!” she said aloud to no one in particular.
She towelled down her body vigorously her hair that was just longer than shoulder length wrapped in a crisp white terry towel. The bed side clock said 7pm. She looked at the map that had been printed for their meeting. What to wear “quick girl” she thought “we haven’t got much time here”
She hit on a plan the meeting was in the forest just above Trefriw. She slipped on her walking trousers and a tight fitting vest top. If anything happened or any one came along she could say I’m out walking, and if he didn’t turn up and it was a hoax by some wag in the office well at least it was a nice summer evening and the Lake was up there, Crafnant was a beautiful enough spot to feel foolish at.
She looked in the full-length bedroom mirror, she could not help but chuckle, Lara Croft was staring back at her well almost so she tied up her hair to give the full Tomb Raider effect.. Zoe slipped on her lightweight walking boots that were by the front door, looked back into the house, before she could get other ideas she walked straight to the car. She sparked up the powerful engine, it roared into life it throbbed. She flicked the button, the roof began its slow arc in the air, to remove the top and have an open sports car. The roof tucked itself in it compartment with a mechanical whir.
She slowly tuned the car out of their drive, and then it was the open valley road. The Audi was sensitive to her touch, she handled the drive, controlled the throb of the engine. Zoe took the car up the gears and made it purr. She absent-mindedly slipped on the Audi’s built in MP3 player and set it on random. The track burst into life. The roar of a crowd, the rhythmic pounding of the drums, she knew the track well. It took her back to an evening in Barcelona James had surprised her bought tickets for a concert there booked the flights and hotel. The headlining act that night was Marillion, a band made famous by a song Keyleigh. This was a later incarnation of the band though. They had first seen them in the student union together James was obsessed by them. She had fallen in love with their new lead singer a slight wispy man with a voice of an angel. His intensity on stage had captivated her, his voice his looks his tousled hair. He had held the audience in the palm of his hand, and she had remembered a guilty feeling of wanting to slip back stage.
The track played on “ Memory of Water” it was called; it brought back the night in Barcelona. The heat of the gig bodies pressed together dancing, singing and sharing the evening. They left the gig hot sweaty James had hired a small jeep they had sped off to the beach near by. It was a hot Mediterranean evening; they had made love on the beach, their bodies entwined, as the sea lapped at their feet. The rapture of pleasure as Zoe had lowered her hips on ho him, his shaft burrowing in to her pussy lips parting to take him her hands pushing down on his chest as he filled her, she sped up and felly her pussy tighten on him, pushing in deeper as she threw her head back and rode him faster.
“No No !” she thought “got to concentrate on the road” As the driving rhythms of the song beat on , she felt her foot depress the accelerator, the Audi responded to her touch. In no time the car was at the junction that lead to the hill road to the Crafnant Lake. The Audi pulled up the steep hill and she was soon in a small country lane leading to the car parks and pick nick areas. The night was still warm the sun hung lazily in the sky refusing to set. She slowed down and checked the map she had been sent. “3rd car park up then past a bend and round to a more secluded spot.” The tyres churned up the gravel as she arrived in the first car park. She stopped, Zoe could se the bend ahead that led further up, and she let the engine idle and lit a cigarette. Few people knew she smoked it was one of her “private things” she smiled at the phrase “ My Private Things” she said quietly. , The smoke from the cigarette rose like a small white lace cloud. The car park was empty, that was a good sign this was a popular place with walkers, but not a soul to be seen. She let the music flow over her as she finished the cigarette. She almost threw the stub out, of the car but, that small part of her that was organised made her slip it in to the ashtray,” Have to clean that out “ she thought “ Now to go on further. She tapped the accelerator and with a small dust cloud the car pulled forward. In her excitement she had gunned the throttle too much. With a jolt she remembered why she was there the butterflies were dancing once again in her stomach. The car rounded the bend and there ahead was the upper car park, it was empty bar a battered land rover. A figure was leaning against it he threw down his cigarette and squashed it in to the gravel.
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