It had been a long week of grueling long days and nights in the city
heat. The only studio in the building with an air conditioner and it
had had enough. Three days ago it just stopped and left me working in my
third floor studio in 98-degree heat and humidity to match. Sleeping
during the day when possible, working late at night to get projects
done, the heat was unbearable. Especially now, why this time in my life
I kept thinking. The loneliness was bad enough and now to have to be
alone in this god forsaken heat…
My first encounter with her was
months ago, a friend whom I enjoyed being near, being close enough to
her to smell her scent, hey visit home was a good thing for me, we
talked often on line and I offered my studio to her while she was back
in the States. She had just accepted a position teaching English in
France and would be there for the next two years, God anything could
happen in that time and I needed her in my life even if at the simplest
level. When she showed up to work in Studio 3, her scent filled the
room almost immediately, every bit of her filled my senses, I could
taste her, smell her, it was drenching me. I knew, I knew that if I let
on that I had such an attraction to her I would be the one embarrassed,
turned down again, God it was hard. Sitting on the same sofa as she
was close enough to touch her, get a sense of how she felt by watching
the goose bumps rise, watching the tiny hairs stand erect. My thoughts
were going out of control and I could barely keep my composure on many
occasions.
Then the moment when the entire world stopped, she
spoke first about it, asking if I thought it would be cool to photograph
her, in her French lingerie. Big swallow to keep back the sheer
excitement of see here in such a manor, after all not only was I taken
with her mind, her ability to travel, but this exquisite woman had just
asked if I could photograph her in French lingerie. Mustering up the
courage to speak, I said sure, I would love and be honored to photograph
you. The shoot was scheduled for late evening, in a fellow artists
studio given the period furniture and surroundings. Seeing her walk down
the loft stairs for the first time, my hands began to tremble while
holding onto my camera equipment… keep your composure I kept thinking,
your daughter and her boyfriend are in the same room!
What I
discovered during that shoot, changed me, watching her eyes stare back
into mine I kept thinking she is clearly just making love to the camera,
her chest heaving up and down, her very quiet sounds of pleasure from
being photographed, she was surly just making love to the camera. Then
on one occasion I had to help her move to a different position, taking
her hand in mine I realized that her hands were hot, they were not warm
from the lights, they were hot! After that I started looking at her in
an entirely different way, my eyes were now looking straight back at
hers, hers were looking at mine, in some cases we went through 40 or 50
photographs and our eyes never looked away. Nor did I want them to.
She
was in my studio for three weeks and we talked, had a second photo
shoot, we talked about many, many things, I discovered that my
attraction for this amazing woman was gaining in intensity. I had to
control myself because I had no idea what she felt, if anything. On the
day of her return to France, I was distracted from how sad and empty it
had left me by driving, photographing, contemplating the previous three
weeks. The overwhelming desire to just hear her voice once more was
too much, I had to call and say good bye once more. I ask that she let
me know when she got home, he new home.
We shared a connection
that today I cannot explain, those three weeks changed me, I was no
longer content living the lie that my life had become. She saved me in
more way then will ever be know to her, or anyone.
Seeing a
desperate email about her new living conditions, I tired the
unthinkable, I called her in France. My heart was pounding as her cell
phone rang and then she picked up. There it was her voice, upset, in a
panic, desperate for human contact, and I was it. We have spoken nearly
every day since her return, she calling for moral support, me calling
for the same. To give each other the thing we both needed, unconditional
love and mutual admiration for the other. The conversations grew in
length, sometimes even calling each other 3 or 4 times a day talking for
hours at a time, about nothing, about everything. We were able to see
each other via skype, and it gave us both the sense of closeness. It was
a wonderful time, it was the very best of time.
Though in this
god awful heat I was desperate to hold her, feel her skin against mine,
we both knew that desire was intensifying in the other and we talked
often about the desire we had in our hearts to be as one. We were
desperate to embrace, make love, be together.
That was the last
several months we had become inseparable in that we could sense the
other, feel the others presence and often would be playing the same
songs, reading the same materials and making the same physical gestures,
never having a clue that the other was doing the same until we talked
about our days events. We came to believe that we were with the other
despite the distance, despite the time.
Friday, I had been
working in the studio all week and was exhausted from the heat, hungry
and needed a shower and at least a few hours of air-conditioning, at
least a few. Friday, need a really good drink as well; it had been a
long week. I showered, and then walked to one of the local eateries.
The air was cool, the food a welcomed sight. I spent a couple of hours
enjoying my meal two imported beers and the excitement of the happenings
in the bar. Though she was never far from the main point of my
thought, she was always there.
On return to the studio something
seemed a bit odd, there was a second set of shoes where I normally sat
mine down. My initial thought was that my studio mate had a photo shoot
and it was his guest’s shoes. I quick text message revealed that he
had not scheduled anyone. Then there it was, I heard a sound coming
from the loft, sounded like a delicate giggle. “Who is up there” I
asked in a voice that demanded a reply. There was none, I hear the
sound of someone moving, seemed like someone moving on the bed in my
loft. Struggling to process what I had been hearing the realization
that I had given her a key to Studio 3 just after her return to France
hit me, could it be true, could this be her? My heart pounding like it
never had in it’s life I ran toward the narrow stair case that lead up
to the loft. The sound becoming louder the closer I came to reaching
the loft.
The light in studio 3 was lit now entirely from the
lights of Detroit, and as my eyes looked up toward the bed I saw you
standing there, tears running down your face, smiling from ear to ear
showing me those dimples of yours. You were standing in front of me,
completely nude, the light dripping off your body like the paint in one
of the old masters paintings. You standing there hot from the days
heat, filled with deep breaths, and your fingers seemingly moving at the
excitement of seeing me reach the realization you and I were in the
same room. I could not help but rip my own cloths off the anticipation
of putting my arms around you and holding you tight to my chest was over
whelming, I began to shake just a bit as I walked toward you, holding
out my hands in an effort to close the gap between us faster.
The
moment of contact both of our bodies quiver, I see that you are pleased
to see me; you see that I am pleased to see you. For the first few
precious moments we do nothing but study the face of the other while
giving each other gentle strokes with our hands. Then our thoughts turn
toward every conversation we have had in the last several months and at
that time our eyes locked on the others, our faces move closer, and in
one powerful moment our mouths open to the others. Our lips tasting the
others, our tongues locked in and endless playful exploration of the
others. We had just made our first and very real contact with the
other. In a moment of shock we pulled away, looked at each other and
resumed our kiss, this time moving more slowly, feeling our body
temperatures rise, feeling the flood of passion reaching every body
part, we were about to explode and there was no stopping it.
In a
gentle move I guided you over to the bed and helped you lay down on
your back, all the while never once breaking our kiss, once laying on
the bead, we gently broke our kiss but never letting our faces go far
from the others incase the overwhelming desire came over us to restart
our kiss further ensuring the both of us that it was real. The first
time we lay naked together, both of us nervous of the others reactions
to various things, we spoke about want to do so much for the other and
yet we never once considered the possibility that we would get nervous.
A few smiles back and forth, a few musical notes in the form of moans,
or a change in pitch in breathing we took to feeling every bit of the
other, never speaking a word, only using the music of our moans tell us
what direction to go.
You laying on your back me on my side so
that I can run my fingers over the entirety of your body, as if it was
the reward for months of the torture they had suffered on being able to
feel the flat cold display during our skype calls. My hand trembling as
it moved to your face, feeling your nose, running my fingers gently
over your lips as you kiss them mid stride. Using my index finger to
feel the your chin, your neck. The look of pleasure in face begging me
to feel the entirety of your body, begin me to move slowing so you could
drink up every bit of this new pleasure. My hands nor extremely hot
from the passion building within me you raise your eyebrows at the
notion my hands are not touching you and yet you feel the intensity of
the heat emanating from them. No one word spoken yet, just moans of
pleasure, the sound of our deep breathes was the only sound in studio
3.
My hand hovers over your left breast and as I hold it very
still I can see the reaction in your body as your nipples become fully
erect. Sheer anticipation of my next move triggers those wonderful
nipples to rise as if they were trying to reach my hand, as if they were
trying to close the gap between them and my fingers. I slowly oblige
and lower my hand taking as much of your small but perfect breast in my
hand, hold on for a moment letting the space between the palm of my hand
and your breast disappear allowing me to feel your nipple pressing into
my hand, as it fills even further with blood. On releasing your breast
even you are surprised at how engorged your nipple had become
increasing the sensitivity beyond what you had been used to.
Taking
advantage of this I circle your areola with my index finger, every now
and then your eyes beg me to take you nipple in my fingers and squeeze.
The first time I do I can feel your nipple pulse because of the amount
of blood being pushed into it, filling it beyond any other moment in
your life. Closing my first and second finger tighter and tighter you
moan in both pleasure and the small amount of pain you experience
because your nipples are so full.
My hand now moves down to feel
you stomach running my fingers across it the small hairs rise as if they
are following the path of my finger, your sensations are now at a peak
and as I use one finger to trace “I love you” on your stomach the hairs
rise and fall spelling out the words. The more my fingers explore you
the wetter you become until you scent once again fills studio 3, this
time in the loft, thick in the air, filling every pore on my body with
the scent of you. Then with out warning and with out losing eye contact,
my fingers move in one graceful motion to feel the warmth and throbbing
between your legs. The fluids being released by your body allow me to
insert my 1st and middle finger into you with ease and as I do you arch
your back and moan with pleasure. I pull out and you relax your body
only to feel me touching and tugging on your lips, feeling the hood of
your clit, a few gentle squeezes bring more pleasure to your body. Your
eyes motion for me to drink as much of you as I can, and I dare not
disappoint my Queen. I move you over on to your stomach, raise your ass
in the air and again feel you with my fingers, probing as much of you
as I can, then in one swift move you have me on my back and it is your
turn to explore me, never allowing me to penetrate you your eyes want it
but this first time we need to learn as much about each other bodies as
we can so I relinquish control over to you as you discover my body the
same way I had yours. Your fascination with my piercings is even more
apparent now that you hold my pines in your hands, fully erect,
throbbing, you explore in a playful manor, you look at them, then at
you, then at them twisting and turn them. Then without warning you
lower your face over me and take me into your mouth, your tongue traces
the shape of my head, you give me small little kisses the length of my
shaft, you play with my piercings using your tongue and lips, all the
while my fingers continue to pleasure you.
As we continue our
experience we notice that the light had changed from the night-lights of
Detroit to the sunrise. We had spent our first night doing nothing but
exploring, tasting and getting to know the others body as much as we
could. You tired from your trip and both exhausted from the heat, we
fall asleep in a tight embrace…
