Day Two
It is hot; steam swirling around my body like moist silk fabric. I lie there, my body stripped of any covering, as my arms remain held over my head by some invisible force; my legs spread, my womanhood open and wanton. Yet, as I lie here, I am without fear; I feel a hunger, an emptiness, a need to be filled.
He is there, in the dark. I can feel his presence, and I try to find him, the mist and darkness obscure my view. At last I see him, his eyes, staring at me, taking in my body. I am vulnerable, his for the taking. Yet, he is still, watching me, not venturing closer. He has won, and I am his prize. He will take me when he wants, yet he does not move to consummate his victory.
Still, he does not move closer, his distance never changes, his eyes have found mine and do not waiver. He does desire me; as his eyes are burning with desire. The intensity of his gaze is filled with an animal lust.
I feel his desire for me is so evident, it causes my body to respond to him; I can feel moist droplets lubricating me. My body has a will of its own and my body wants him to fill me. I want to taste his tongue devouring mine, his powerful arms crushing me to his chest, molding my breasts to his muscles, his throbbing cock filling me.
My eyes beg him to release me, to allow me to pleasure him. Yet, he still remains distant. In his eyes, his lust increases and I felt like a lamb to be devoured by a lion. His gaze is too intense; I smell my moist desire for him. I silently beg him to ravish my body, and hoping to bring him to my side, I close my eyes.
I feel his lips on mine…
Opening my eyes, I felt the sunlight streaming through the skylight warming my bed. It is morning and I remain alone in my flat.
“What a dream,” I near silently murmured to myself, “last evening must have really left me hungry.”
I am flat on my back, my hands had fallen asleep over my head. I eased my arms down and the numbness slowly left. I remembered where I was and peeked at my bedside clock.
“Oh, nearly eight, I’d better get a move on.”
I quickly jumped out of bed, rushed to the bath to grab a quick shower and paint my business face on. Out to the dresser, I selected my “granny panties” as my old boyfriend would call them and added a pink-laced bra. Then dashing to the closet to dress, I quickly donned a simple buttoned white blouse, gray skirt with matching jacket; my “business dress to impress” attire. A quick check in the mirror, all was in order and I hurried out for my business breakfast.
I quickly strode up the several blocks to the outdoor café on La Rambla and found Raoul already seated at a table gazing at the paper while enjoying a morning café con leche.
Glancing up, Uncle Raoul rose and greeted me with a warm smile, a warmer hug and a quick peck on my cheek.
“Belinda, it is so good to see you. My, you have grown into such a lovely young woman. You do so take after your mother.”
As I sat, I noticed a beautiful blonde woman seated with a man wearing a suit several tables in front of us. Although facing away from me, he looks familiar, his light brown hair shining in the morning sun. I can’t see his face, yet somehow believe I might know him.
The waiter arrived then and I ordered café con leche and bollos, a sweet roll. Raoul is confirming to me that although I am not there officially, I have been granted permission to go over the genome findings, if only for my thesis. As we are family, he continued the conversation by filling me in on everything his wife and children have been up to. I try to listen attentively, but as I gazed at the stranger with brown hair, my mind wandered back to my evening on the patio.
As we finish our breakfast, Raoul informed me that our car is here, gesturing to a small sedan that had just pulled up nearby. As we rose, I noticed the reflection of us in the café glass, and could not help but notice the stranger with light brown hair starring back at my reflection as well. His eyes look so familiar and it suddenly dawned on me that this handsome man looking at my reflection must be my showering neighbor.
Raoul gave my arm a little tug and reluctantly I turned to the car. As we pull away, I glanced back again toward him and wondered why had he been staring at me? ‘Had he seen me the previous night peeping at him? Had he really been staring at my reflection, or was my imagination running away again?’
Once at the university, I immersed myself in my studies of the genome sequencing. They had used shotgun sequencing, which although the most accurate method; was still produced by many short reads of the genome that had to be combined to deliver a nearly complete genome. The work is tedious but I am more interested in the short reads or individual contigs, not the completed genome.
Raoul stopped by in a few hours offering to take me to lunch but I resisted his sweet invitation, as I was anxious to continue my work. In Spain, lunch is the biggest meal of the day and is often followed by a siesta; I knew I could not afford such a luxury. Nearly everyone had left the building and I had the lab to myself.
About an hour later, the phone rang, and thinking it might be Raoul, I picked it up with a simple “Hola, ¿puedo ayudarle?”.
After a moments pause an incredibly smooth baritone voice asked, “¿Raoul es en ?”
“No, él ha ido a almorzar . ¿Puedo tomar el mensaje ?” In my best Spanish, I had tried to explain that Raoul has gone to lunch but that I could take a message, but I believe my accent must have given me away.
“Oh… your English?” that intoxicating voice inquired.
“Yes, well, Australian but I live in UK. Did you want me to take a message for my uncle?”
“No, well…” he paused, “please tell him that Caderyn called, and I should be ready for a test run tomorrow.”
”Caderyn? I will be sure to give him the message, is there anything else?”, I really wanted to keep him on the phone, just to listen to his deep sexy voice.
“No, thank you, Ms…”
I only paused for a moment before replying, “Belinda”.
“Thank you, Belinda.” and the phone went dead.
That man had the most intoxicating voice, I could listen to him forever. But I realized the voices rarely matched their appearance. Still, if he looked like he sounded, he would be good enough to eat.
I found myself remembering my dream last night, the stranger’s eyes burning into me. I tried to remember his face, but could only see his eyes, well, his eyes and his thick cock. I couldn’t help it, I was entranced. Remembering the moments I gazed at his body, my pulse quickened and I was becoming aroused again.
“Stop that!” I cursed to myself.
“What’s that?” I spun around to find Raoul had returned, his gaze concerned.
I took a deep breath, and smiled at him, “Oh, nothing, I was just…” I paused, “Caderyn called, he said he should be ready for a test run tomorrow.”
“Oh,” he looked excited, “you really should meet Caderyn.”
My mind was already picturing him…
“He has something that you really need to see.”
The question in my eyes made my uncle smile. “It is a new method of genome comparative analysis,” He continued, “based on cloud computing,”
I was familiar with the concept of using multiple computers to analyze data but had never heard of using it for genome analysis. I tried to question my uncle further but he kept saying “Mañana, mañana todo será revelado”; All will be revealed tomorrow.
I continued working until nightfall then walked towards my flat looking for an appetizing restaurant. I finally chanced upon a small warm and earthy restaurant, which I was sure, would serve authentic Spanish home style meals. I had a delicious local fish served with arroz cubano, white rice tomato sauce and egg. I could barely finish it but having gone all day on just my café and roll, I deserved it. Washing it down with a glass of light wine, I was very satisfied with my day.
Leaving the restaurant I continued wandering toward my flat, passing many Spaniards going from club to club, laughing and enjoying the cool night air. The custom was to meet friends at a bar, have a drink with some Spanish appetizers, tapas, then choose the next bar for more tapas.
I arrived home and once inside quickly showered and put on a warm robe, then make some Spanish hot chocolate, very thick, as is the local custom. Walking out on the terrace I could see there were still revelers at the small pub across the way but my neighbors windows were all darkened.
My eyes were being drawn to my neighbors flat, no one was there, but I kept picturing his eyes and the way he seemed to watch me as I lay there watching him, being aroused by him, my body responding to his actions. It was like a dream, a lustful dream. ‘He had been in my dream as well… yes, it was him in my dream.’
Well, I really didn’t need to see my delicious neighbor tonight, he was much too distracting to me for what I needed to accomplish here. I also felt somewhat guilty about seeing him last night, yet I still remained on the terrace… watching… waiting.
Relishing the cool evening breeze, I slowly finished sipping my chocolate, went into my bedroom and was soon asleep. As I gazed across the courtyard separating our flats, I wondered if I would dream of him again.
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His Monday
Day Two
I can feel the heat, permeating the area and I sense the source was ahead of me. It is different than a dry desert heat, it’s like the jungle and the humid air fills my lungs with a thickness. There is also an odor, no, really a fragrance of sweetness, like fruit, passion fruit.
I see her then, she is laid upon her back, her arms are stretched over her head, restrained by some hidden pinion. Her legs are spread open like a pheasant being served on a platter. Her nakedness accents her helpless state. She is the source of the heat, it radiates from her.
She does not show fear; instead she seems resigned to her fate, almost as if she is anticipating it. She slowly shifted her gaze around, as if she senses something. It is more than that, she desires something or someone.
She suddenly sees me, recognition coming to her face in a flash, and I realize it is me that she has been waiting for. Am I her salvation or her nemesis? I do not know what plan she nurtures for me, nor am I aware of any premeditation I might harbor. Her gaze captivates me, it is as if she can glimpse into my secret desires; and that she relishes what I might do to her.
I want desperately to approach her, release her, touch her, caress her, but she awakens a fear in me.