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I met her on a flight from Florida to the west coast. She wasahead of me in line as we left the departure lounge. A bright orange dressand black fishnet stockings. It would have looked garish on a white womanbut on her it merely celebrated her café au lait complexion. Crabwalking down the plane's aisle I saw with pleasure that the seat next toher was still empty. I put my carry on and my alpaca overcoat in the overheadrack and sat down.
The flight lecture was given. Drinks and dinners were passed around.Finally the cabin lights went out and the babble died down. Here and therea reading light glowed. Our section stayed shadowed, quiet save for theslight sounds of people shifting in various attempts to sleep. Throughall this, I had said not a word to my seatmate. We sat in silence, shegazing out her portal where the jet pod occasionally sparked the dark, and I, aware of her every breath.
I felt, rather than saw, her shiver. I stood and retrieved mylong overcoat from the rack. Without asking I spread it over her. She smiledin thanks and faced away once more to the porthole. I sat and began tosearch for a conversational gambit that would not sound like a pickup line.I wanted something that would seize her interest. I rejected one thingafter another. It dawned on me then that I had not had any conversationwith an African-American. It never occurred to me that she was like any other woman. She seemed exotic to me.
Somewhere along these thoughts I must have drowsed. I awoke tofind that my hand had come in contact with her thigh. I felt her heat throughthe mesh of her stocking on the back of my hand. Looking at her in thedimness, I saw that her eyes were closed. I detected the sleep rhythm inthe rise and fall of her breath. Without a thought for the consequencesI slowly rotated my hand until my palm was cupping the warm curve of herthigh. I sat frozen, waiting for my pulse to slow lest my pounding heartbe transmitted through that touch. Minutes passed with my every nerve concentratedon the pattern of her breathing and my gaze through slitted eyes focusedon her eyelids. She slept on and soon my hand relaxed and began to feel quite at home on her leg.
With a will of its own my hand began to creep, a millimeter ata time, higher. Each tiny opening in that fishnet texture was magnifiedto my touch. After a seeming age of this torture, I felt my pinky fingermake contact with the hem of her skirt. Sanity and caution finally assertedthemselves. Up until this point, had she awakened, I could have feigneda sudden awakening on my own part. Passed the whole thing off as accidentalcontact. I had gotten my cheap thrill. The sensible thing now was to withdrawmy hand and thank my lucky stars that she had remained oblivious to theliberties I had taken. If I went any further she was bound to awaken andall hell would break loose. There would be no explaining a hand under herskirt.
As if in a trance, I ignored all reason, my pinky pressed intoher stocking just firmly enough to slide under the edge of her dress. Iresumed my cautious advance. At last I arrived at the top of the stockingand my fingers identified the clip of a garter belt. My fingertips werenow grazing smooth, naked skin. The heat seemed to increase and I was forcedto pause as my heart began to hammer again.
As the blood receded from my ears, I heard a subtle change inher breathing. Beneath my touch her muscles tensed. I knew instantly thatshe was awake. I remained frozen. I was lost now; this mad game I had chosento play would end in shouting, evil glares and cops. Miracle of miracles,her breathing resumed its prior steady pace. The leg under my hand relaxed.She was asleep again. Thank God. Ever so slowly, I began my withdrawal.All I wanted now was for my stupid fucking hand to be safe in my own fuckinglap. I had retreated as far as the stocking top when her thighs openedand then closed trapping me between them.
"No."
Very softly but distinctly, she uttered the only word that hadpassed between us. A long moment passed while that short word echoed in my panicked mind.
" You like this?" I whispered.
No answer. Instead her thighs squeezed my hand again and thenfell open in invitation. She wanted this! My already rampant prick spurredme past my paralysis. Using the same slow stealth with which I had begunmy mad adventure, I crept back up her leg until once again I felt the silkinessof skin. An eternity of sensations assaulted me before my touch arrivedat the shiny fabric enclosing the springy texture of her pubic hair. Ihad to lift my hand to extend my index finger. With just this one pointof contact, I gently pressed into her cleft and stroked upward. The instantI made contact with her clit she shuddered. With both hands she pressedme to her cunt and I could feel the pulse of her spending. She came incomplete silence. I could make out the grimace of her full, moist lowerlip in the grip of perfect white teeth. At last she untensed. I tried towithdraw my hand but she held it to her. Under my overcoat, under her skirt,tight to the heat of her damp crotch. With her head back she turned toface me. She made no sound but I read the words thank you from her lips.Her right hand emerged from under my coat and went behind my neck. Shepulled my lips onto her open mouth and with just that kiss my sperm erupted into my trousers.
The plane landed and we exchanged numbers. She called me and wewent out dancing. She told me that I was a pretty good dancer for a whiteboy. We laughed and by the time we arose from her bed, race was no longer an issue and the sun had come up.
Her place was much nicer than mine, so I moved in with her. Itturned out that she was an attorney. At first she was excited at my beinga writer. Her schedule was very hectic. I had restyled my technique andmy old publisher only wanted the tried and stuff the old me had written.I was having a hard time finding the right niche and the rejection letterspiled up while she paid the bills. She became irritable and even more sowhen I refused to fight with her. I felt guilty about her supporting us.I began to take time from my writing to make sure the apartment was cleanedand began preparing meals.
Yesterday evening when she came home from the office she threwher shoes in a corner. I could tell she was in a foul mood.
" I made us your favorite dish. A nice bouillabaisse and have a bottle of that wine you like chilling. "
She ignored me. She walked past the candles and crystal I hadset out on white damask. I heard her in the shower as I set the tureenof seafood stew on the table. I worked the corkscrew into the bottle of Pinot Blanc and thought how I might jolly her out of her temper.
I poured two glasses and went into the bedroom. She was at herdressing table. I set a glass at her elbow and went and stretched out onthe bed with the pillows propped behind me. She was in fresh black underwearalready. She bent forward and began to roll on a stocking. Black fishnet,as chance would have it. I suddenly remembered the first time I had seenher and how exotic I had thought her. As I watched her now I saw a muchplainer package. Leaning forward as she was accentuated the slight rollof skin around her middle. Her mood showed faint lines in her face. Thecoffee colored skin was flat sepia with no glow.
" Sorry you bothered with dinner. I'm going out tonight." She said without looking at me.
I noted the " I " as opposed to "we" and realized she wanted toprovoke me. I have always detested argument. My father and mother had always been at each other that way.
" Can't we go out after dinner? I spent all afternoon on this Bouillabaisse. "
"I don't want any goddamned bouillabaisse! I'm going out now. Alone. "
Suddenly, I was released. I don't know why this time was different,but it was. My rage poured forth like lava. I believe I was actually out of my mind for the moment.
" You don't want any GODDAMNED BOULLIBASSE! You don't want to share any GODDAMNED WINE with me! Well you will you bitch. You by god will! "
By that time I had leaped to her and pulled her from her stoolby the hair. I drug her across the floor, legs flailing. One goddamnedfishnet stocking on and the other hanging from her foot. Through the apartment to the dining room I hauled her and flung her in a heap there.
" DINNER IS SERVED! " I bellowed.
With that I scooped a handful cod and shrimp from the steaming tureen and stuffed it dripping into the front of her panties.
" AND NOW YOUR FAVORITE PINOT BLANC! " I screamed.
I snatched the bottle from the ice bucket and emptied it overher head with a flourish. Not satisfied I dumped the ice water from thebucket onto her as well. As she looked down at herself….at the messI had made of her, she began to sob. I contemplated her ruin with greatsatisfaction. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. I dropped down astraddle her chest. Seizing a hank of her hair, I held her to it.
" KISS IT! ", I demanded.
She tried to turn away but I held her face in place. Finally, withtears streaming, she touched her lips to its angry helmet. I consideredfucking her then but jump up instead. I leapt to the kitchen and snatchedthe plunger from under the sink and was back at her in a flash. With myprick still flapping and my stick slapping, I marched through her likea marauding Mongol. There was little left of her by the time I had my fill. I stood and rearranged my trousers.
" I'm going out now. Alone. " I said calmly. I stepped over her and left, closing the door quietly behind me.
My first instinct had been to find a bar and erase her with scotch.Instead I walked for hours through the park. There were lovers strollingand seeing them made my situation seem even more ironic. A chill finallydrove me out of the night air. I went into the bar of one the posh hotelsthat face the bay. With her money I ordered a bottle of Pinot Blanc andsavored it. I supposed that in the morning I would pack my few things and move out. Probably it would be a relief for both of us.
Sometime in the wee hours I let myself in. She had cleaned upthe mess. She was in bed with the light out. I undressed quietly and slidunder the covers on my side. As I closed my eyes, I felt her crawl overto me. She took my hand and pulled it between her thighs. My impulse wasto pull it back but I left it there. After a bit I heard that small contentedsound that only a woman can make. Her small hand wormed its way into myshorts and began to gently squeeze my cock.
"May I kiss it again?"
"You may."
After I came, I fell asleep with it in her mouth.
(Copyright 2004 by Estaban Bacca
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