I accepted life as it was, dry and dying Years before, I had prayed for, Waited for, the rain. Each year the possibility of showers,Growing less likely, less expected. Your love rushed into my life,With hurricane force winds of desire,Gusts blowing away my shelter,Exposing my heart to the merciless storm.....
Nothing mattered now, honor, morality.Responsibility, promises, nothing.But the drenching rain bringing life at last,To a soul parched and empty
A heart dying of thirst, A body burning with unfulfilled passion. I had ceased to wait for the rain.Then you drifted in
, On wings of fluid storm. You touched my hand, kissed my lips,Dams holding forgotten emotions crumbled. I found myself drowning in waves of love, Dryness now forgotten,With each new wave of hot passion
I reach out for you as they cover us,And I know I will never again.Spend my life, praying for,Waiting for the rain
It seemed such a long wait, like forever and beyond. It felt like I had been traveling through a desert all my life and would be until I died. I was even beginning to feel at home in the acrid heat and desolation, long ago I had stopped waiting for the rain.
"Cyndy, did you make those phone calls for me today? You know they needed to be made yesterday, could cost me a couple of jobs if you don't get it done on time."
Ron's forehead wrinkled as his lips pouted in disgust. I was used to this particular expression, he wore it most of the time when he was with me. It seemed that no matter how efficient I was or how hard I tried, I could never please my husband. Fifteen years of my imperfections, and I was curious as to why he stayed with me. In my heart I knew the answer to that, he depended on me. Oh, he would never admit it, but without me he couldn't run his business or his home. Why did I stay? Maybe because I was convinced it was my moral duty, maybe I was just too bereft of self confidence to feel I could make it on my own. Whatever our reasons, we both stayed and suffered.
"Ron, I told you I made those calls yesterday. I'm leaving now to go to the office supply for some ink cartridges. Be back soon."
He was pouring over some contracts on his desk and never looked up as I threw on my leather jacket and moved out the door.
Mmmm I love the feel of this jacket and the way the black leather sets off the fire in my red hair. Guess I don't look too bad for a woman my age. Could pass for at least ten years younger than I am!
It was a short ride to the office supply, and I tried to relax and listen to the radio on the way, no oldies, they made me feel old because I remembered when they were "Newies!" No country, although I had the normal grass roots Southern regard for country music, every chance I had to be alone I listened to classical music. No one else around me enjoyed it, so only when I was alone could I indulge in the beauty of Chopin, and Bach. As the music wafted through the SUV, I began to feel my tense muscles relax and my mind go back in time to a more beautiful and gentle time of history. Too soon I arrived at my destination, climbed out and after locking the tall vehicle, stepped into the huge office superstore.
God, I hate this place, it'll take me an hour just to find ink cartridges. I complained to myself. I walked the aisles until I finally found the cartridges in a locked glass case.
Symptom of our times, I guess. They lock up everything from jewelry to ink!
Just as I was about to turn and go to customer service for help, I felt the nearness of someone directly behind me, and smelled the subdued fragrance of his woodsy cologne.
"Ma'am, may I help you with anything?" A deep masculine voice asked.
"Yes thanks, I need a couple of ink cartridges for my printer" I replied as I turned and looked up directly into the warmest, most hypnotic brown eyes I had ever seen.
The eyes were set in a beautiful face, still dark with summer's tan, framed by shoulder-length, almost black hair and mustache, all connected to a muscular, fit body, so tall I had to throw my head back to look into his face. He was dressed in black jeans and an ivory-colored pullover sweater and was, without a doubt, the most beautiful young man I had ever been this close to.
"Ma'am,……Ma'am, what model is your printer?" He asked as I realized I had been so absorbed in his beauty that I failed to hear his question, until he asked it the second time.
I stammered out the model number and he unlocked and reached into the case, lifting the two cartridges I asked for from the hook. Placing them in my hand he asked,
"Anything else I can do for you Ma'am?"
I would have been extremely embarrassed for him to know what I was thinking of him doing for me right at that moment and was thankful thoughts generally couldn't be read.
What is wrong with me? I'm a very married woman and probably old enough to be this Adonis's older sister, if not his mom!
As he placed the cartridge boxes in my hand, he very briefly moved his fingers over my fingertips and looking deeply into my eyes remarked,
"I hope you don't mind my saying so, but you have the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen and along with that red hair. I suppose you have men telling you all the time what a pretty lady you are. Just couldn't seem to pass up the opportunity to be one of them."
The sweet sincerity of his expression, smile and voice took me completely by surprise and I felt my pulse racing as I managed a reply,
"Why thank you, Colin," I said after noticing his name tag, "What a sweet thing to say. You've made my day. Not everyday a lady my age gets such a kind compliment from such a young man."
"I absolutely mean it and age is just a state of mind …….. What's your name, Pretty Lady?"
"Cyndy, Cyndy Gilman."
"Well Cyndy Gilman, I hope you do a lot of printing so you'll have to come in again soon for more ink and I get another long look at you."
I couldn't help but laugh along with him as I thanked him once more and said goodbye.
Colin, Irish, no doubt, one of those gorgeous "Black Irish" with the bronze skin, black hair and brown eyes; and all of the charm of those silver-tongued Irishmen as well.
I was very familiar with the charm and blarney of the race, being of Celtic heritage myself and growing up among the attentions of an Irish father and brothers.
Well, Mr. Colin whoever you are, you are one handsome, captivating, Celt devil. The lady who finally grabs your attention will never lack for being charmed, that's for certain.
Arriving home I put the ink away in my desk and started to the kitchen to make dinner. Ron came in shortly, wrinkling up his nose at the smell of potatoes and onions frying.
"Damn, Cyndy, do you have to stink up the whole neighborhood just to cook dinner? I don't have time to eat tonight anyway, gotta go meet with a client. I'll grab a burger, you can eat that smelly stuff; and please make sure you get the smell out of the house before I get home." Leaning down he lightly kissed my forehead. "Don't wait up for me, I'm meeting Jerry at the bar for a drink, will be home late tonight."
Good it's just as well, I thought,it would be better if you never came home at all, better for both of us. I could be imperfect and you could be happy!
I ate, alone and relieved that he was gone for the evening. At least I would have some time to myself. Occasionally I thought about those warm, brown eyes and that handsome Celt face. It had been ages since Ron told me I was pretty, though other men often did at the most unusual times and places; however, none had ever fascinated and affected me the way the young, godlike Colin did. The phone rang and the man's voice on the other end startled me.
"Is this Cyndy Gilman? This is Colin Delaney at Office Superstore. I'm sorry to bother you but you forgot to sign the check you gave me and I was so distracted by your beauty that I failed to notice it. Could I impose on you to come back in and sign it for me?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry Colin, I'll be right over, should I ask for you personally?"
He had no idea that I failed to sign the check because I was so distracted by his beauty!
"Yes, I'll be watching for you, I think you may have time to get here before closing. And then maybe you would honor me by having a cup of coffee with me at the coffee shop next door."
"Colin, I don't know, I'm not sure I should do that. I'm married and so much older than you, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea."
"Cyndy, it's only a cup of coffee and I promise to be a good boy."
"We'll see, be there in a few minutes."
As I walked in the door of the store, he was standing just inside waiting for me and after signing the check he asked,
"How about that coffee now? We can talk and you can tell me all about you and those green eyes; like where they came from and how you learned to use them to capture a man so completely "
"Ok," I laughed, "But just one cup and I'd rather hear all about you and those brown weapons."
The coffee was great, and the conversation even better. We talked about practical things and metaphysical concepts, something that Ron and I had never had a conversation about, since anything not related to his work seemed to bore him. I found out Colin was a law student, only 24, living off campus and working to help pay for his tuition.
It was so wonderful to have a conversation with a man about something other than contracts and clients. Time passed too quickly and I realized I needed to go.
"Cyndy, is that your real name or a nickname?"
"Well actually it's Cynthia, but I go by Cyndy."
"Why do you go by Cyndy?"
I felt my face flush with embarrassment and I hated to admit the truth.
"I go by Cyndy because my husband has always hated my name and said it's ugly, so he called me Cyndy and it stuck."
"Doesn't stick with me, you're Cynthia to me Pretty Lady, a name as beautiful and classy as you are."
I quickly turned my head away so he couldn't see the tears that welled up in my eyes. His hand reached out and catching the bottom of my chin he gently moved my head to face him. A tear escaped my eye and he reached out and wiped it away with his fingers.
"Can I see you again Cynthia?"
"Colin I just can't, as much as I enjoyed tonight, I can't see you again. I'm married and, Colin, I'm 36 years old. You need to be going out with a beautiful girl your own age and……."
"Shhh, I told you age is a state of mind. I like you Cynthia, I enjoy your company. I would just like to have coffee or dinner sometime. I'm not asking you to go to bed with me, although to be honest, the thought has crossed my mind. For now I just want your friendship. Didn't you enjoy our conversation tonight? And wasn't I a perfect gentleman?
"Well yes I did, very much so and you couldn't have been more polite."
"Then will you see me again? Here's my number," he said, as he slipped a small piece of paper into my hand. "You call me, if you think you would like to see me again. I won't call your home, I'll wait to hear from you, Pretty Lady."
My hand closed over the paper and I folded it, placing it in my purse, and feeling my hand tremble at the very real possibility that I might decide to use that number someday.
"Thanks so much for the coffee and conversation, Colin. I really enjoyed it."
"Cynthia, the pleasure was all mine, and I hope you won't wait too long to call me. Can I walk you to your car?"
"That's OK, you don't have to bother walking with me."
"I think I should, it's dark and a lady as lovely as you should be careful in dark parking lots. I insist!"
As we walked out into the crisp September night, worry began to take hold of my thoughts.
What if Ron drove by or one of his friends saw me. He'd never believe I just had an innocent cup of coffee and interesting conversation with a new friend. No, Ron would believe the very worst of me, just like he always had.
I unlocked the truck door and Colin took hold of my arm to help me up into the driver's seat, then held out his hand to shake mine. When I placed my hand into his he lifted it to his lips and kissed my fingertips. I felt a shock throughout my whole body. I had never reacted to a man's touch this way before.
"Take care, Pretty Lady, and think about calling me, goodnight."
It was hard to keep my mind on the road as I drove the short distance to our home in one of the more elite sections of town. Pressing the garage door remote then parking in the spacious garage I noticed that, true to his word, Ron wasn't home yet. It would be close to midnight before he'd be here. Walking into the kitchen, I sniffed to make sure the onion smell was gone. It wasn't, so I sprayed the room deodorizer once again before climbing the stairs to our bedroom.
I kicked off my high heels and lay across the huge, cherry, four poster, an inheritance from my grandmother. My body was still trembling and I felt hot with desire. I desperately needed to be made love to and decided I'd try to make this evening with Ron a pleasant one. From my closet I chose a sheer, light-pink negligee and after relaxing in a tepid bath I slipped it on and lay across the bed, waiting to hear the sound of his car in the driveway. It had never been all that great sexually between us, but I lived with hope that it would improve and his touch was better than no touch.
I fell into a light sleep and around one AM was awakened when I heard him climbing the stairs. Ron was still a handsome man, average height and weight, always clean cut and neat. His blond hair was beginning to streak with silver now, but his bright blue eyes hadn't lost their beauty and sparkle. Although he was quite a few years older than I, he was a man I could find very physically desirable, if only he hadn't wounded my emotions to the point of withdrawing from him in heart and body.
He walked into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed pulling off his shoes; then he stood, took off his shirt and pants then slipped into bed under the covers. The scented candles I lit before going to bed were still filling the room with fragrance and pale, soft light but he never noticed me lying atop the covers wearing the seductive negligee. Normally I would just try to go back to sleep but tonight I felt so hot and I needed my husband to notice me because I was entertaining the very real fear that if he didn't start to notice me soon, I might turn to the beautiful, young Irishman who had. Swallowing my pride, one more time, I slid over close to him, spooning against him with the softness of my full breasts pressing against his back.
The scent of his warm skin mingled with my sweet perfume as I lightly drug my fingernails over his bare shoulders and arm and placed small kisses against his skin.
"Ron, are you too tired to spend a little time with me tonight?" I asked in my most sensual voice.
It was completely quiet for a long moment, finally he turned over and embraced me as he began to lightly kiss my neck then deeply kiss my lips. The negligee slipped off easily and he gently caressed and kissed my breasts. As his hands moved downward between my thighs I sighed deeply, and placing my hand on his I moved it to the place I felt the deepest pleasure.
"Here Ron, touch me here," I murmured. I felt his shoulder beneath my other hand grow rigid as he pulled his hands away from my heated body.
"Damn it, Cyndy, why don't you just do this for yourself, since you seem to have the need to tell me how to do it!"
"Ron I didn't mean to upset you, I thought you'd want to know the places to touch that please me."
"I know how to make love to a woman, Cyndy, I don't need you to teach me. Goodnight."
He turned his back to me and soon the rhythmic sounds of his deep breathing sounded through the room. I was left alone with a heated body and a crushed heart. It was a long night for me. I lay in the darkness contemplating the distance between Ron and I and the reality of the depressing life I was living. I blamed myself, I married much too young to the first man I was ever serious about. I was in love with love and Ron was in love with himself. Finally I got out of bed and sat the rest of the night in the lounge chair. More than once captivating brown eyes appeared in my thoughts fueling the discomfort of my mind and body. I wouldn't call Colin, I couldn't. I took my marriage vows seriously, fifteen years of misery were proof enough of that. It seemed the night would never end and I was relieved to see the first rays of pink dawn gliding into the windows.
The next few days went by uneventfully as usual. Ron was preparing to leave for one of his frequent week-long business trips. I'd stay home an keep the business running for him. I was looking forward to several days of not having to walk on pins and needles to avoid Ron's displeasure. I could relax and have time to myself. Not wash the dishes three times a day or not even make the bed if I didn't want to. I secretly smiled to myself, breathing a sigh of relief, as Ron kissed me on the cheek and left with his suitcase in the taxi for the airport.
I spent an enjoyable day, reading, watching a movie on TV and catching up on all the office paper work. That night as I was working on some invoices, the computer finally died. We had been experiencing some serious problems with it for a while and before Ron left he gave me a piece of paper with the name and model of computer he wanted and told me if the old one died, go ahead and buy the new one with the credit card. I knew I couldn't be without a computer even a day so I'd have to go purchase the new one tonight.
Would Colin be there? Would I be able to keep my distance from him again? More the point, would he keep his from me and give me a fighting chance to resist him?
My heart was torn with excitement at the prospect of seeing him again and fear that I would succumb to his Irish charms. I took particular care in how I looked, dressing in a hunter-green pants suit with a pale, yellow shell, that brought out the jade of my eyes. I wore my shoulder-length, copper hair down in loose curls. And placed a few drops of my favorite White Diamonds* perfume behind each ear, on my wrists and in the hollow of my neck. In my heart I knew I wanted to look beautiful for Colin but I told myself I just wanted to look my best to go shopping at the mall after picking up the new computer.
Sneaking a last minute peek in the foyer mirror I thought,Not bad at all, more like 26 than 36.
At the Office Superstore, a nice older man helped me with my purchase. I looked around for Colin but he must have been off for the evening.
Just as well, I'm not sure if I could trust myself to be with him again. Maybe all the infidelities Ron had so frequently, falsely accused me of would finally find a basis in fact if I saw the handsome Colin again.
As I was waiting for the cashier to return my credit card, I caught the familiar scent of his cologne behind me as his hand lightly tapped my shoulder.
"Cynthia, it's nice to see you again. I've been hoping you'd call me, but this is even better I get to look at you this way and you do look beautiful tonight!"
"Colin, thank you and it's good to see you again too."
"Buying a computer I see. Here let me carry this to the truck for you."
"Colin, you don't have to do that, I can use the cart and manage it I think."
"I wouldn't think of letting you lift this heavy thing, Pretty Lady, I insist."
He slid the computer box into the back of the truck and when he walked around to the drivers side to help me he took my hand in his and looked deeply into my eyes.
"Cynthia have you had dinner yet. I know a great little Italian restaurant on the edge of town. I just got off work, would you have dinner with me?"
"Colin I really appreciate the offer and I enjoyed our conversation so much last time but I'm just not sure it would be a good idea for us to spend any more time together."
"Do you have other plans?"
"No, but….."
"No buts about it, we'll have dinner, just dinner; some good company and conversation, that's all!"
"OK, you persuasive Irishman, you win."
We climbed in his vintage Mustang. Just looking at that car it was obvious how much he loved it and took care of it.
"This is a wonderful old car, Colin, In beautiful condition."
"Thanks, it was my dad's, he left it to me. I try to keep it just like he would have.
The dinner was delicious and as before the conversation even better. It seemed we were interested in so many of the same subjects. I laughed with him as I hadn't in years and felt almost 24 again myself. It was time for the restaurant to close when he leaned over close to me and asked,
"Cynthia, have you ever met someone you felt like you've known all your life, or maybe in another life. Someone you feel completely at home and comfortable with?"
"No Colin, not until now."
"It's the same for me, it feels like we are already a part of each other. I think I'm falling in love with you Cynthia. Do you love your husband?"
"Colin, I can't let you go on with this. It won't work for either of us."
"Do you love him?"
I felt so disarmed and vulnerable, and yes, frightened, at the words coming out of my mouth, words I had never before spoken or even faced in my mind.
"No, I've never loved him, but I made vows, I keep my word, Colin.
"Pretty Lady, I see so much pain in those fascinating green jewels. Does he love you?"
"I suppose he does, in his own way. I'm not sure either one of us knows what love is or being in love is. I'm not what he needs or wants, I'll never be perfect enough to win his approval."
Tears filled my eyes and began to roll down my cheeks.
"I'm so sorry I don't mean to cry in front of you like this. Forgive me, Colin."
"Darling there's nothing to forgive. You were just being honest, something most people have forgotten how to do. Let's get out of here."
"I need to go home, if some of his friends should see us together, he'd never believe it was innocent. He has accused me of being with everyone from the plumber to the pastor. I have to walk on eggshells, Colin."
He placed his warm bronze hand over my ivory one and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"We'll go then and I'll take you back to your truck. But Cynthia, you deserve a better life and a man who loves you. I want you to know right now, up front, I plan to be that man and I hope this relationship won't continue to be so innocent for long."
My heart began to race and I felt the fever of desire beginning to rise all over my body. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and beg him to make love to me. It was all I could do to keep a distance between us as we drove back to my truck.
As Colin stepped close to me to open the truck door and help me in, he drew me tightly into his arms and kissed my lips, lightly at first and then so deeply and passionately that it took my breath away. I found myself returning his kiss and my arms reaching around his neck as I stood on tiptoe to reach his lips. We kissed again and again, like reunited lovers who had been forced into a long separation, the sweetness and fire of his kiss causing my whole body to burn with desire such as I had never experienced before. When we finally pulled away he asked,
"Would you spend the night with me? I'll give you the passion and love you deserve and make your life a little less sad. Please, Cynthia, I've never wanted any woman this badly before. You won't be sorry if you let yourself love me."
"Colin, it would be so easy to love you and I'm afraid I already do. It would be heaven to spend the night in your arms but I can't, I just can't. I have to live with myself and the decisions I make. If only I were free, Sweet Colin, but I'm not."
"I won't make any demands of you Cynthia, seems to me too many have already been made everyday of you, but I'll be here, loving you, waiting for you and when things change, we'll be together."
"Colin things haven't changed for me in 15 years, I feel so hopeless, like they never will."
"They will Cynthia, and I'll be ready to make you happy."
He covered my lips once again and as they parted his tongue gently caressed mine, sending what felt like jolts of lightening pleasure throughout my fevered body. When we pulled away he looked down into my eyes and said,
"You're so beautiful, inside and out. How could any man not love you?"
"Ron has always told me, I'm not really pretty, just pleasantly plain and that he purposely married a woman devoid of great beauty so other men would ignore her. I've never felt like I was beautiful, Colin."
"He lied to you. Have other men paid attention to you, told you that you are beautiful?"
"Yes, it happens all the time, strangers tell me at the most unusual times and places; but I never let it get to me until I met you."
"They tell you that, Cynthia, because you are a beautiful woman. Look in the mirror when you get home tonight and forget about what he told you. Goodnight Pretty Lady, remember I'll be waiting for you to come to me."
It took every ounce of willpower I could muster to climb into that truck and drive home to an empty bed. It took more willpower than I realized I had not to pick up the phone, call Colin and beg him to end this hot discomfort as I tossed and turned all night.
Time crawled by that week. My thoughts constantly of Colin, his sweet words and passionate touch. I longed to see him, touch him, hear his voice, if even for just a brief moment but I fought the temptation to call him. The end of the week was approaching and Ron would soon be home. On Thursday afternoon the doorbell rang and I thought it must be him carrying his bags and not wanting to try to use his key to unlock the front door
"I'm coming Ron," I yelled from the kitchen, "Be right there!"
I wiped the chocolate frosting from my fingers which had been busy finishing a cake I had baked for his homecoming and ran to open the door. I was surprised to see, not my husband, but a very attractive, tall, blond lady, dressed exquisitely in a royal-blue, wool suit.
She spoke with a very definite New York Accent,
"Cynthia, Cynthia Gilman?"
"Yes, I'm Cynthia Gilman."
"May I come in please?"
I wondered what such a seemingly important Northern lady was doing on my Virginia doorstep but I felt comfortable with asking her in.
"Of course, please sit down and make yourself comfortable."
"I'll come right to the point," she said, and I noticed that tears had filled her eyes.
She looked older than me but despite her age and sophisticated appearance, there seemed to be a soft vulnerability about her, as though she, just as much as I, lacked self confidence.
"My name is Monica, Monica Gilman and Ronald Gilman is my husband of 20 years. I found some information pertaining to you on his computer and did a little digging and I'm here to tell you that you married my husband five years after I did. I don't want him, I'm getting a divorce so you can have him, that is, if you're stupid enough to keep him. I'm sorry to break it to you like this but I thought you had a right to know."
I trembled all over with shock and disbelief, how could this be?
"Monica, how could he be married to both of us. You mean those business trips he was with you?"
"I'm afraid so Cynthia and when he was away from New York, he was here in Virginia with you. What do you plan to do?"
"I……I, I plan to leave him of course. Seems I'm not even married to him. Wonder how the courts will handle this one!"
"I have no idea, but here's my number and you can feel free to call me if you need any help at all with the settlement. I bear no grudge against you, it was all Ron's fault, the snake. Goodbye Cynthia and good luck to you. Start a new life, I am!"
Dazed but not too shocked to make a plan, I called a locksmith immediately and had the locks changed on all the doors. Tomorrow I'd call my attorney. Tonight I'd call Colin.
His voice on the other end of the line sounded like a masculine angel to me
"Colin, I need to see you can you meet me somewhere?"
"How about that little Italian place we had dinner, you liked it there. Are you alright Cynthia?"
"I will be soon! Meet you there in an hour."
I quickly bathed and dressed in a short black dress and heels, I'd wear my black leather jacket over it. I made my face and eyes up lightly and dabbed perfume on in strategic places including behind the diamond studded lobes of my ears. My hair was twisted up in a neat French twist. Just the thought of seeing Colin again set me on fire. It had begun to thunder a little so I grabbed the umbrella on my way out the garage door. As I pulled out of the driveway I stopped long enough to tape a note to the front door. Ron would most likely be home tonight and I most likely wouldn't. Hand written on my rose stationery it read:
I suggest you go to a hotel. You'll find that you can't get into the house, I had all the locks changed. If you'd like to know why, just call Monica in NYC. You will hear from my attorney.
Colin was already seated at our table when I walked in. He rose and pulled out the chair for me. It felt so new, so strange, to be meeting a man for a real date and feeling the freedom and joy of being able to do so with no guilt.
"God, you look gorgeous tonight, Cynthia! That glow in your eyes and blush on your skin. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of having dinner with. Now sit down and tell me everything."
I cried as I explained to him what Ron had done to both Monica and me but the tears were not just tears of pain but of pure, absolute joy of knowing I no longer had to be held in a miserable life with a man I didn't love and who didn't love me. Colin held my hand and listened as I poured it all out to him. All the hurt and frustration of so many years, laid bare on that little checkered tablecloth between us.
"I'm so sorry for the hurt you've been through, My Pretty Lady, but so glad that now you are free, free to be with me for as long as you still want to. Will you come home with me tonight, or I could try to rent a honeymoon suite somewhere. I want to be a part of the healing you need so badly, to show you what it's like to be loved by a man who appreciates you and worships your beauty. I promise you Cynthia, you won't be sorry."
The heady intoxication of love and desire made my head swim as though I'd had too much wine.
Should I, would I be sorry, would it be another wrong decision?
Outside the storm was beginning to rage, loud thunder rolling and we could see glimpses of bright lightening through the restaurant windows as the rain fell hard against the metal roof. I had waited so long for the rain of love in my life, I decided not to wait another night.
"Yes, Colin, yes. And let's go to your place, I want to sleep where you sleep every night and smell the scent of you on the pillow."
"The manager is a friend of mine," he said when he returned to the table after paying the bill. "He says you can leave your truck here for the night, we'll come back and get it in the morning. Are you ready to go now Babe?"
Babe, no man had ever called me that. It made me feel pretty and young.
I held to his arm as we headed out into the storm toward his car. I had completely forgotten about the umbrella in my truck and the rain fell in sheets soaking us both and making us laugh at the sight of both of us with stringy wet hair and faces covered in raindrops. We stood there in the rain, I don't know how long, our arms wrapped tightly around each other, our lips locked in deep, probing kisses. Colin lifted me in his arms and placed me in the passenger seat of the Mustang. Then slid into the drivers side. On the trip to his apartment I couldn't keep my hands and lips off him. I had never before felt such hot desire, such urgency to love and be loved. He was offering me the passion I had only dreamed of for so long, the sweet, gentle rain of his love falling in my once parched heart.
His apartment was a one bedroom over a garage in a middle-class neighborhood. There was a long flight of stairs leading to the door and Colin refusing to let me walk, picked me up with little effort and carried me all the way to the top and through the door into the dimly lighted living room and on through the bedroom door where he laid me gently on the full bed.
"Oh Colin, I'll get your bed all wet!"
"Yes, Babe you will, believe me you will."
"Sweet Irishman, you are so naughty!"
"And I'm about to show you just how naughty. Let's get those wet clothes off of you and see if I can't warm you up a bit."
He leaned over and deeply kissed my lips as once again our tongues touched and caressed. He pulled the leather jacket off then reached behind me and unzipped the black dress. I sat up on the bed and pulled the shoulders down and then slipped the dress completely off dropping it onto the floor. The only light was the dim light from the living room and an occasional flash of lightening, but it was enough to enjoy the pleasure of smooth bare flesh. His face lit up with delight as he stared unashamed at my lithe body and full breasts clothed now only in the black lace lingerie.
"Oh, you are so beautiful, Babe. Any man that couldn't see that had to be a blind fool. I plan to touch and taste and pleasure every inch of that gorgeous body."
I stood and unbuttoned his wet shirt and he let it drop to the floor. His hard tanned body was as beautiful as his young face, I ran my fingertips up and down his chest and around each of his hardened nipples then dragged my nails lightly against his bare back running my fingers up into and entwining them in his long black hair at the back of his neck. He pulled the clip from my hair and it fell in wet strands against my skin and his as I reached up and began to kiss his chest and the little line of hair that disappeared under his pants. By this time I was on fire, never having known that lovemaking could bring such unbridled pleasure.
He began to plant hot kisses against my neck and over each of my shoulders and I felt the warmth and pressure of his hands sliding to the front of my waist just under my breasts. More kisses of fire fell on the tops of my breasts above the bra as his hands covered the ends of both mounds and I felt the nipples harden like pebbles pushing against his palms. His hands moved behind my back and I felt the bra loosen and fall. The sensation of his hands moving freely now against the bareness of my breasts felt like nothing I had ever felt before, his hands gentle and skillful in their touches. Holding and pinching the nipples to full hardness. I ached to feel the pressure of his mouth covering them and soon felt the warmth of his mouth closing over first one then the other, his lips and tongue moving against the hard buds until I moaned with pleasure.
I moved my hands once again against the hardness of his chest and then down to unbutton and unzip his pants. He moved back long enough to pull the wet pants and boxers off and then moved closer to me again to continue giving me the pleasure of my breasts within his mouth. My hands moved slowly down the loveline of his stomach and into the thick thatch of hair around his hard manhood. He was a large man and I realized that no part of him was small as my hands encircled and caressed his hardness. Soft moans begin to come from him as I moved my hands up and down and paused occasionally to move one finger around in circles over the head. He pulled at the waistline of my lace panties and I pulled them off.
"Oh Babe, you feel so good, and smell so good. You're so beautiful, every part of you," he whispered as his hands and later his mouth moved down between my thighs into my hot wetness.
His fingers and tongue knew the right places to touch and the waves of ecstasy began to rock us both as he backed me against the wall and lifted me up so that as I wrapped my long legs around him, his hard sword went effortlessly into my waiting sheath, all the way, causing us both to gasp with the sharp sensation of such bliss. Gently at first, slow and deep, he moved back and forth against me, then harder and faster as we neared passion's final release. My breath began to come in short gasps as did his and as wave after wave of hot love rocked our bodies, I felt the heat of my love potion covering his hardness as he released the hot essence of his life force deep within me.
He moved with my legs still encircling his waist and our bodies still joined, slowly to the bed where he laid me down gently and held me close, my head against his chest while I listened to the steady beating of his heart.
"Are you sorry Babe?"
"No Colin, I'm not sorry. I'm only sorry that I wasted 15 years with ice when I could have had fire."
"Well, Pretty Lady, you have fire now, for as long as you want it. I love you Cynthia and I'll be here for you as long as you let me be."
"Colin, I've never felt like this before. I think I love you too and I've had enough drought to last a lifetime. I just may keep you around, My Sweet Irishman, forever!"
