The Rendezvous
By: Sandee Watkins
It was a sultry August evening; the rain had finally stopped and humidity hung thick in the air. It was dusky dark out when she pulled her inconspicuous beige compact into the parking lot of some backwoods motel, off a rural South Alabama Highway- the place he had text her to make their meet.
As she got her thoughts, and herself together, she hit the unlock button on the door and heard the faint “click” as the locks disengaged. She reached for the handle to open the door, but the door was opened for her. She looked up and gave him a timid smile, then took his hand as he extended it to her.
As she stood, he closed the door behind her and she the heard the locks re-engage as he took her keys and slipped them into the front pocket of his trousers. Before she could say anything, he had her pinned against the car. He never said a word; just spoke to her with his eyes, those deep dark pools of sheer desire.
As his body towered over hers, he leaned down and covered her lips with his. “Umm…” reverberated from the back of her throat as their tongues met and danced with one another.
When he broke the kiss, she started to say something, but he placed a finger over her lips to shush her as he glanced around the parking lot, as if he were checking to see if either had been followed, or were being watched. He bent down and tugged at her lower lip with his teeth as she slipped a hand into the same front pocket of his trousers; but she wasn’t searching for her keys.
When she found the item she was searching for, he pulled away from her ever so slightly and winked as he shook his head no; indicating she would have to wait just a bit longer.
Once again, he took her by the hand; this time leading her up the concrete stairs to the second floor of this little hole in the wall he’d found for them. When they reached the door, he again turned as if to search for onlookers, then opened the door to the room.
As he opened the door, he extended his hand; indicating for her to go ahead of him. She did. She looked around the quaint little room and noticed it was only a tad cooler than outside, even with the drapes drawn and the air conditioning set to its lowest temperature.
She heard the sound of a whirling ceiling fan overhead, and a radio that was set to some easy listening station with its volume turned down low. As she continued to glance around, she noticed the room had a small refrigerator in the corner, and a partition wall hid a small bath. The bed; was of course king-sized, and the spread, already turned down; in anticipation of her arrival.
They looked at one another and he winked as she smiled, then raised her brow as she bit down on her lower lip. As she took a step, he stood there behind her and watched her walk. He loved to watch her walk; the way she strutted when she knew he was watching. He shook his head and smiled.
He closed the door and followed behind, then reached for her arm and took it. He turned her to him and pulled her close. She looked up into his eyes and sucked in a deep breath as her mind and hands began to wander. He looked down at her and ran his finger across her jaw line, before lifting her chin to devour her mouth with his.
As the kiss intensified, he felt her body shudder as his hand made its way to the zipper of her dress. She felt the warmth of his touch on her bare back, and when his hand reached for her bra strap, she giggled and asked, “Going to pop it again?”
He smiled and let out a low laugh. Shaking his head ever so slightly then kissing her neck he whispered into her ear, “No. I’m going to remove it” as his nimble fingers cracked the code with one flick of the wrist.
She stepped back and let the dress fall to the floor. He removed her lacy red bra, matching bikini panties and garter belt, then knelt in front of her and slowly; one by one, rolled her silk stockings down her long shapely legs and tossed them; leaving her velvety skin exposed. Her entire body was moist from the heat; the temperature in the room seemed to escalate, though it was just her blood beginning to boil from want and desire.
Her breathing was now, somewhat ragged and she tried to steady it, but alas; it was futile, as she felt the heat of his mouth make it’s way down her torso. She cradled his head against her chest as her own tilted back.
He slowly walked her backward across the room and placed his hands to her shoulders as he gently pushed her down onto the bed. The sheets were cool and crisp, and smelled of him, clean and masculine, as if he’d just stepped out of a shower.
She sat on the edge of the bed; he stood in front of her. As he removed his shirt, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers; she pulled them down and he stepped out of them. He knelt in front of her again, and placed himself between her thighs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed every part of her body within reach. He felt her body quiver as he found his favorite spot, hers too.
He slowly got to his feet; all the while still kissing her glorious flesh. He gently laid her on her back, lifted her legs and placed them on the bed as he lowered himself and sat beside her, letting his hands tease and explore her sensuous peaks and valleys.
Reaching for him, she tried to sit up, but he smiled and whispered “No. Just lie there. Let me take you in before I have my way with you. Don’t move a muscle” then he winked.
She gave him a sly smile and narrowed her eyes questionably. He rose from the bed and walked to the fridge. He opened it and took out a container of his favorite yogurt, Key Lime Pie, and a can of whipped cream. He looked at her and winked, then walked back to her and smiled as his frame shadowed over her.
“I think you forgot something,” she said seductively.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Sprinkles. And a cherry… Oh, and nuts” she smiled.
“You’re the one that likes sprinkles. As for the cherry, I’ve already plucked the one I wanted. Nuts? I’ve got them covered too!”
He dipped his finger into the yogurt; her body shivered as he placed dollops of the cold creamy decadence in all the places he’d longed to taste from the moment he’d thought of her that morning. He placed his finger to her lips; she opened her mouth and licked the remaining tid-bit from his fingertip with a swirl of her tongue.
Smiling, he gave the can of whipped cream a shake, then added a squirt atop each dollop placed on her body. The confection was cool and sweet as he placed his tongue to it and began to feast on it, as well as the flesh below.
She tried to wrap her arms around him, but he whispered “Un uh. Lie still, I told you, I’m going to have my way with you” and smiled. By this point she was willing him with her mind and body to just take her, but he didn’t, not right away. He took his time and when he struck, it was hot and tantalizing. She lay there, paralyzed; praying that the feeling would continue, afraid if she moved, it would go away.
Her petite frame arched and bucked beneath him as he consumed her, mind, body and soul. He told her all the things he wanted to do to her, and did them; over and over again, until they were exhausted and lay there in a tangle of limbs and knotted, sweat soaked sheets.
After they caught their breaths, he rolled over, picked up his trousers from the floor, and slid his hand into the front pocket. He pulled out a velvet box, smiled, then turned back to her and said “Happy Anniversary Darlin’” and handed her the box.
When she opened it, she gasped at the necklace with a diamond encrusted key pendant. She smiled as he took it from her and placed the stunning piece around her neck.
“You’ve always possessed it; but when I saw this, it was perfect. It’s the key to my heart. Cherish it, always, as I cherish you” then he kissed her and made love to his wife; again.
