Charley (11 page)

We walked that way until we arrived at the alleyway to the loading dock for the restaurant. I was into this foreplay in a big way. I could feel my temperature rising, and my breathing was becoming labored …

As the alley to the loading dock came into view, I thought about the times that Randle and I would sneak in the back way, to avoid having to explain where we had been and what we had been doing. I stepped in front of PJ to climb the five narrow steps to the dock. PJ was close behind; I could smell the man’s sweat from the heat. On the first step, he cupped my butt with both hands and lifted me up to the second step. He stopped me on the second step. He reached to the bottom of my lightweight summer skirt and pulled it up to my waist. He reached down to my naked butt and lifted me to the next step, each time squeezing my ass. At the top, we walked to the rear door with my skirt still around my waist and his hands on my ass. We stopped at the door; he pulled my back to his chest.

His eager hands now left my ass and traveled up my hips to my side, and to my breasts. He slipped his hands under my blouse. He leaned his head down, and began to gently nibble on my shoulder. The sharp pain was electric. The passion of his lips surged through my body with each bite.

He dropped one hand and worked it slowly down my stomach. I reached my own hand behind me, and searched until I found what I wanted through those thin summer shorts.

I couldn’t stand it any longer, I whirled around to face him and kiss him madly. My hips pressed against his crotch, and I let out a low moan. “Love me Randle! Strip me naked and love me. I want us to make a baby! Suck my tits and fuck my ass. Treat me like one of those whores who come in the Bar. Force me to suck you dry.”

My body responded to my words. I lifted my leg to his leg and rubbed my wet crotch against it.

“Hurry before someone opens the door.”

I felt a long skinny finger in my mouth and I sucked the life out of it. Randle raised his knee between my thighs, so I could doggy-hunch his leg.

“Oh, ohhh … Oh, yes …”

And at that point I lost control.

My body went limp and I blacked out. I have no idea how long I was out. I didn’t feel anything. Later on, Wilma told me that PJ had picked me up, and began banging on the door. He carried me upstairs into the apartment, and down the hall to my bedroom. Wilma said he looked worried.

As I began to shake the fog off, I felt a weight on the side of the bed. I opened my eyes to find Wilma sitting there, gently whipping my forehead with a damp cloth.

“Hi Wilma,” I whispered. “What happened?”

“Ronnie heard a banging on the dock door and opened it to find you in PJ’s arms. PJ carried you up the stairs and laid you down.  He said everything was going great until you got to the dock.  At the top of the dock, PJ said you attacked him. He said you kept calling him Randle and wanted this Randle to make love to you. Next thing you blacked out.”

“Oh my God, Wilma, I’ve ruined everything. We were flirting pretty heavy, and I found myself thinking of Randle. I must have crossed a line somewhere.”

I couldn’t believe it! I had just screwed up the only chance I had with him.

Damn Randle, you wouldn’t let go, would you? 

“Wilma, has he gone?” I prayed she would say no.

“No, honey, he’s downstairs with Ronnie. Said he didn’t want to leave until he knew you were okay.”

“Was he mad?”

“No, I think he was just concerned about you.”

“I need to go downstairs to explain to him.” When I started to get up, I fell back on the bed. My body just didn’t have the strength. “Wilma, promise me one thing. Don’t let him go! Please keep him here. I’ve got to see him. Promise him anything! Tell him to come sleep with me, so I’ll be able to see him in the morning. Anything … just keep him here!”

“I’ll see what I can do, sugar. You go to sleep. I’ll take care of it.”

I already had my eyes closed as Wilma tiptoed out of the room.

Wilma, you promised!

I couldn’t go to sleep. I kept replaying the evening, over and over. I couldn’t believe I just scared off the only good man I’ve seen in years. Physically he was picture perfect, but he was also sensitive and caring. Damn, damn, damn. I was starting to feel sorry for myself and wept a little.  I haven’t had a good cry in a long time.

My pity-party was about to roll into full gear when I heard a noise. It sounded like the door to the apartment, the one I never locked. It creaked open and was gently eased shut. I heard soft footsteps coming down the hall. I was sleeping with my side facing the door. The living room light was on, so I could see the shadow of the visitor lengthen with each step toward my bedroom. I wasn’t afraid, because no one could get up the stairs without passing Wilma and Ronnie in the kitchen. I suspected it was Ronnie, coming up to check on me. Still I didn’t move, as the visitor stood in the door, with the dim light blacking his identity. I could tell it was a man. But I couldn’t tell who.

The man tiptoed past the foot of my bed, and headed for the bathroom. I heard him using the toilet and wash his hands. Instead of coming out of the bathroom, I heard the man open the door to the shower.

My heart skipped a beat as I heard the shower turn on. That isn’t Ronnie; he wouldn’t take a shower up here. It wouldn’t be anyone else in the restaurant. At long last it hit me! It must be PJ! Wilma must have convinced him to spend the night.

Thank you Wilma.

Now what do I do? Do I rush into the shower with him? Do I strip off my nightgown, and welcome him as he comes out of the shower? Or, do I stay in bed and pretend to be asleep. He may be planning to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Or he may be planning to sleep with me, but not want to do more than sleep.

So I lay there and listened to that beautiful shower. I knew that shower inch by inch, and could visualize PJ’s six feet four lean frame standing under the rain showerhead. The soap and water was mixing up as he rubbed it over his body. He would probably wash his face and neck first, and under those muscular arms. He would soap his arms, and his chest. I could see him in my mind’s eye, as he soaped the wash rag and spread his legs a little … and washed himself. I saw his magnificent ass sticking in the air as he bent over and washed first one leg then the other. He would put the wash cloth down, and stand under the shower with his arms raised in order to rinse his short black hair. I could see as well as if I were in there with him, the water flowing on his head, down his face, pushing the soap suds and water over his body and running down the valleys created by the rippling effect of his muscles.

Not fair, I haven’t seen him naked; but he’s seen me.

The fresh smell of the soap and water seemed to seep right through the doorway, and fill the bedroom with the smell of spring honeysuckle.

Thank you Wilma, for keeping your promise.

I wanted to yell at him to come out wet, and I would dry him off. But I didn’t. Instead I lay in the bed. I turned over, so I was facing across the bed, looking straight at the bathroom door. In a moment that seemed like a week the shower fell silent, and he finished drying off and stepped into the door frame and turned off the bathroom light. The hallway light was magnified in the darkened room, as I saw this six foot sculptured gladiator slowly walk to the bed. He didn’t have on a stitch of clothing! Totally naked!

I sucked in a deep breath.

I was looking at this through half closed eyes, from under a sheet pulled nearly over my head. He must have thought I was asleep, because he didn’t make a move to come to me. Instead he stopped at the side of the bed, and stretched his arms over his head, before twisting his body right and left.

Slowly my dream man pulled back the sheet and got into bed. He lay on his side with his arm under his head, facing me. He was grinning!

What now? Slide over to him? Cough to let him know I was awake? What do I want to happen? Can he get it up after all that has gone on? Can I? I thought and worried and imagined more. My thoughts were interrupted by the deep growl of PJ snoring! He had made the decision for me. Darn.

Go to sleep Charlotte, you’ll see him in the morning. But now he’s not a dream! He’s an arm’s length away, for real!

I just couldn’t stand it any longer. I’ve been dreaming about this man for months. Now he’s a reality, soft and gentle … well with one exception, and he is a great kisser. I had to do something, I just had to.

Slowly, I pulled back the sheet and slid to the floor. Just as quietly, I crossed my arms, and pulled the short gown off, dropping it at my feet. I slipped back into bed; the cool satin sheet caused a chill on my already hot body. I had trouble controlling my breathing; the passion building inside was taking my breath away.

I inched toward him. I was within inches of him, and could feel his breath on my face. I reached my hand slowly to his cheek to caress it gently. My fingers traced his forehead and brushed his eyebrows before traveling to the side of his head to circle his ears. I wanted to feel every magnificent feature on his head. My hand worked its way around his neck and I eased closer. As my breasts touched his chest, I lay my head on his elbow. My hips moved closer as well. I was insane, at this point, I didn’t care if he woke or not.

I gasped softly.“Ohhh …”

Finally I was with the man himself, face to face, chest to chest, knee to knee. God, what a feeling of peace, excitement and contentment all mixed together. I knew I had to wake him.

“You’re still here,” I whispered softly in his ear.

He startled me and replied. “Yes, I am.”

“Good.”

He slid his arm under my head and wrapped his other arm over my shoulder, and together those two massive arms pulled me even tighter to him. He seemed to be as content as I was with simply lying in each other’s arms.

My face was almost level with his. I leaned toward him. Without a word we kissed. Our lips played a teasing little dance with each other. My lips brushed across his, ever so slightly, and gave a quick kiss on the side of his mouth. He kissed my cheek, and slowly kissed his way around to my ear lobe.

I tilted my head in anticipation of his kisses, and buried my face against his neck. While I kissed and caressed his neck, he worked his way through my long hair and reached my ear lobe. He gently licked the lobe, and took it in his mouth and gently sucked on it rolling it around in his mouth. A chill crept up my spine, and I relaxed, devoting myself exclusively to receiving his luscious lips. His tongue teased my ear lobe and explored every crevice of my ear. I forced my ear against the wet tongue. His kisses moved away from my ear and down to my hairline, as he worked his way to my neck, gently kissing, nibbling onwards and finally sucking the soft skin.

The passion built up in my body. I traced his lips with my finger, lightly stroked his face and pulled his lips to me. Unbelievably, he responded with a mixture of gentle pecks and longer passion filled kisses. “And … all your good parts are here as well.”

He laughed and replied softly. “And in working order?”

“You bet. You didn’t get much action tonight, did you?”

“I’m more worried about you. Are you okay with tonight?”

“I’m so, so sorry about the scene on the dock.”

“I’m not. You’ve been pretty tight all night long. I’m glad you’re able to loosen up some. I’m excited to have you in my arms.”

PJ was different. He didn’t make me feel like I needed to satisfy him. He was content for us to just be together. I felt he was more concerned for me than for himself. He was different. “Would you just hold me? I miss being held more than anything.”

I turned over with my back to his chest. My hips pressed tightly into his lap. With a sigh, I finally relaxed in the position I wanted.

His arm was still under my head. Slowly he moved his other arm under my arm, around to the front, and grasped my left breast with those large soft fingers that had become so familiar and comfortable. He massaged me for a few seconds and dropped his arm to rest gently on the other breast. He raised the arm under my head and crossed my body to grasp the left breast again. His arms were crossed in front of me, with each hand grasping a breast.

I put my hands on his hands, and whispered. “Good night, Coach.”

“Sweet dreams, Charley.”

“They’ll all be about you …”

We went to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms, anticipating the next day …

Sometime during the night we unwrapped and I assumed my normal sleeping position on my back. Early in the morning between unconscious sleep and wide awake, I felt the bed shake. When I opened my eyes, I saw this huge man rolling out of my bed, and I almost screamed before I realized who it was, and a contented smile crossed my face.

The shadow stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the light. Moments later I heard the toilet flush, but what I didn’t expect to hear was the faucet come on, hands being washed, and the unmistakable gargle of mouthwash. My kind of man!

It was still early and I was exhausted. The excitement of seeing him come back to bed wasn’t enough to keep me from falling back into a haze of unconsciousness. But the early morning interruption had put my brain to work, conjuring up another sexy dream of the handsome young coach from Ohio.

By 6:15. it was my time to visit the bathroom. The early morning summer sun filtered through the bedroom blinds and bathed the room in a soft glow. Even the birds knew it was time to begin a new day. They were chirping and singing to each other, like soft music to my ears. I eased back the clean crisp cover sheet and put my feet on the warm floor. The fan was on slow and pushing warm air over my skin.

I stood and stretched my arms over my bare body, scratched my hair and turned to walk around the bed to the bathroom. That’s when I saw him, and I had to stifle a giggle. Last night wasn’t a dream. He’s here for real. But I couldn’t stop; I really had to go to the bathroom. Afterwards, I stopped to wash my hands and take a little mouthwash, to get rid of my own brand of early morning breath.