I find her in my living room, hands crossed on her chest.
“A defensive pose. What are you protecting yourself from sexy?”
I ask subtly as I approach my prey.
“You and all your teasing.”
She bluntly answers me,fire in her round orbs. I guess she is forcing herself to say this not wanting to fall for my trap.The same eyes i had fallen in love with are in clear defiance of my advance. She coyly watchs me as i approach her, my eye dark of wanting, with predatory intent.
I pause momentarily in my tracks, as i let her response sink in. Had I teased her that much that now she was repulsed by my very essence. I was both drunk and high that I could not read what she was feeling at the moment. I could not tell what game she was assuming.
Like a good puppy I move and sink on the couch, next to her sexy self, imposing dangerously on her body space. She cannot move,rooted on the end of the couch and not meeting my gaze.Refusing to be put off by her mood, I edge closer. I would play along to the game she wanted.
“Whats up babe, I thought we are supposed to be playing nice to each other? It’s approaching dawn,is it wise for the sun to rise and find us gloomy?”
I venture placing an arm on her sunken shoulders. When no resistance comes, I place the other arm on her and start massaging her lightly. I dig deep and silence reigns supreme as my fingers work magic on her shoulders, not predatory but professional. Hope my implications are conveyed explicitly by the incribing fingers.
After a few minutes I feel her heave in complete relaxation as if drifting to tranquility, all earlier transgressions forgotten and forgiven.
“Lets go to the balcony and drown in the breeze as we get high ”
I propose with a smark on my face, to hide my true intentions. To live out another of our fantasies.
She conserts to this by standing and pulling me to my feet. I try to stay steady as I watch her stagger a bit to the sliding panes leading to the balcony. She had kicked off her sandals and as she sways barefoot in oversize shorts and t-shirt she looked anything but sexy.
So no much motivation there
for high me to follow her. Then she pulls a stand and I watch her bemused. She reaches the window panes leading to the balcony, turns towards me and starts grinding her ass on the panel in a sexy but awkward manner. I start pondering how high she was. My only reaction is a silly grin that embraces my face naturally.
By the blank expression on her face I can tell this is not the result she expected. The glitter in her orbs tells me she is not done yet. Behind her stands the huge window that ran floor to ceiling then wall to wall across the end of the room that faced the street.
We were in the third floor of the apartments and the blinds stood unshut so her petite figure hid in shaggy clothing was silhouetted against a myrid of bright lights from the street lights popular in this side of my town. It was not such a sleepy town and I could see a few figures strolling and some jogging on the streets. And every Fibre in me hoped against hope that they were oblivious to us.
Then out of the blues, she loosens the shorts and they free fall and when they settle on the floor and about her ankles, she steps out of them and takes a few tendative steps towards me.
She bites a finger on her left arm and the digits of the other hand sway in the air as she beckons me over. She looked amazingly attractive at that moment with my shirt loosely caressing her thighs yet failing in its prime purpose, covering them up.
Am caught in a haze. Totally whopped off my feet by the human figure by the huge window, separated by centimeters from the glass, its reflection perfectly captured by the window glass, facing the night outside as if addressing its audience below.
I am peculiarly fascinated by her reflection, trapped by the glass and showcasing to me what i love most in a woman, ass. Simply why am paying more attention to it rather my sweet Penny. Or is it the grass have been smoking diverting my eyes to the glass on the window. I am not certain but I can stake low that its the grass.
The shirt is obviously raised on her backside, in its attempt to climb her ample ass(manenos). Her real ass cheeks are bare to her audience outside if any but her ass cheeks from the reflection on the window are facing the alter that is me, as if they have been offered to me as burnt sacrifice. And I had no option but marvel at the artistry before me. Many a man would fall on their kneels and worship them. The grass probably taking root in my think tank.
The thoughts invading my mind were out of this world. I wondered if i was fantasizing or it was the grass taking over my brain and so my factualization ability.
Probably the weed. I am still holding it in one arm and the pipe sits on the other. I look down at them and grin more. Imagine we were contamplanting on smoking more of the stuff. We would be fucked.
I grin more and wave at the reflection of Penny on the window, trying to catch its attention and applaude it for a nice show but it snobs me completely in an euphoric stance as it focuses completely on its audience below. Still I drop both grass and pipe and clap applauding, then it hits me, am high as a kite.
The grass has me totally fixated on the glass panel. I curiously glance at Penny, briefly then focus on her reflection. Penny, then her reflection. Wondering which or is it whom to adore, exclusively, because I don’t want to split my focus.
Pre smoking euphoria taking over me good. I simply want to make a decision because I wish to share this euphoria.