Refrain

Refrain

The bar hums, words rising and falling on whispered breezes, as I enter. I scan the room, looking for ... is that her? She sits alone at a table, a look of expectancy lighting her face.

This is just a meeting for drinks and conversation, I tell myself, pushing back the awkwardness of meeting someone new and at the same time familiar. I take a deep breath and exhale, the air exiting with a slight whoosh.

"Hi, Sarah?" I note the slight tremor in my voice and smile.

"You must be Tom." Her voice is husky, yet melodious.

I am amazed at how easy it becomes as our talk and laughter blend into a natural progression of our previous emails and phone conversations. The touch of our hands, murmuring of leather on silk, is electric and exciting and with knowing smiles, we finish our drinks to fading notes of "Wonderful Tonight."

We walk along hushed corridors and she knows that we are heading for my room. The elevator rumbles shut and we share the soft whisper and promise of a first kiss, her lips touching mine, my tongue lightly tracing her lips as they part to let me explore the warmth of her mouth. Our breathing deepens, purling

to flow with a murmuring sound

off the paneled walls.

As we press together, I instinctively move, the suserration

a soft murmur

of my hand gliding over her blouse the only sound, feeling the nipple being aroused as I lightly explore the soft roundness - my hand slowly sliding down her side as I pull her tighter against me.

Small sounds of desire sing to me as I feel her hand moving to touch the straining in my pants. My hand slides under her shirt and then bra – reveling in the warmth of her skin - the yielding embrace of her flesh.

"Oh, yes," more silent than spoken, spurs me on as I release her breast and lower my mouth to softly suck on her nipple - it is erect and warm – soon wet with the kisses and touch of my mouth.

The openness of our passion is exciting but the elevator stops... and guiltily, we chuckle and walk down the hall.

The key in lock seems thunderous as it opens. The door clicks closed behind us. Sarah moves to the window and slides it open with only a faint metal grumble. Looking out over the city, the faint melody of the scurrying and hustle far below drifts up and. like the lights in the distance, paints us in murmured silence.

"Tom," she begins as I move to her, wrapping my arms around her waist as my lips find the warmth of her neck.

With a sigh, she doesn't continue. We sway to the music of the night, finding pleasure in each touch, each movement. Our passion grows but we languorously move, fighting desires tempo.

We have the privilege of time...

Notes
Lesson 1 for "HSP ~ Excite When You Write"  [18+]
Focus: Sound

Word Limit: 500
Word Count: 490

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Ken