Almeida Cottage

 A beautiful shore side cottage with a direct view of the sea. You open the door and the very first thing you see is the waves gushing against the rock bedded shore. The hustling sound of the waves, the warm breeze from the ocean, the rustling noise of the coconut trees, and the beaming sun, picturesque view to the eyes and ears. 
Sipping on my beer, I was watching silently outside of the window.  Enjoying my vacation time on my own. I was expecting a guest anytime soon. The owner of the cottage, also a friend of mine for years. We were set to discuss business. 
And there he was, in his matte red bullet making the thunderous sound.

I shall never forget the way he made me feel. The feeling as Subtle as a flower, as Gentle as breeze. As Warm as a flame. And as happy as a child.
It was a moment of hesitation turned into certainty. 
We did talk business for sure. Discussed a lot of things about the work and how to go ahead. But...
As we were talking looking at the waves hit the shores, listening to the rhythms of the seas, I also noticed the way his lips moved while he spoke. As he was explaining the plan I admired the spark in his eyes. Of course they shone, after all he was talking about the thing he liked the most.
With every sip of beer he took, I traced the path down his throat and with every puff of a smoke, I watched carefully the smoke leave his mouth.
His lean fingers were unnaturally tanned and amazingly seducing. Well, I have a thing for fingers :p
I felt the heat creating between us, cuz it was buried deep within for the many years we've known each other. His intentions were clear as the passion as mine. As much as he wanted me, I wanted him too. I knew it because he confessed occasionally where in i didn't.  He placed his hands on my thigh as he spoke, our feet touched slightly, though I was very much aware of the proceedings I stayed nonchalant.
In a fraction of second he cupped me in his arms and came close to my cheek to give me a kiss.
I hesitated. He asked why? I said I don't want to.
Come on, we don't have to do everything.
I still hesitated.
Firstly, I love teasing around.. Second thing, I for some reason for years assumed this won't be good. Third thing, I was just not prepared. Or maybe be I simply didn't care. 
While I was thinking of reasons to say no, our lips had already met. I kissed him back. And suddenly I realised this was due since years. For many many years. I couldn't count how many. My brain got busy concentrating else where. The lips. Softer and tastier it got by each second.
This was all getting overwhelming. Though I sat there and fantasised this man, having him close to my skin felt strange. I either felt everything, or  nothing at all. Couldn't figure out what.
He smelled extremely good. His skin was warm. His lips tender and he tasted better. Things that turn me on. I opened my eyes to see if he was looking at me, yes he was. We looked at each other's eyes for a second while our lips were busy entangled, and then shied away, I shut my eyes.
He was like a hungry lion pouncing on meat, all over me. His hands moved vigorously on my bosom. Yet carefully not to cross the line.
It was the mixture of sweet love with wild moves.
The beer had done it's job just fine. Gave me the enough amount of buzz to experience everything in a magic mode.
The hotter it got, the more conscious i became. I stopped him right there to remind him the purpose we met. He reminded me that we had discussed everything we had to, and the only thing that was pending was to discuss us. 
I smiled and got back to action.  Though he said 'we don't have to do everything', we ended up doing everything. He was irresistible. He moves were uncontrollable and skin was undeniable. 
He rested on my arms, panting and sweating vigorously. I hushed his wild soul to still. I admired his beautiful eye lashes that followed the clear eye lids. Tiny drops of sweat on his nose, and a small curve of smile leaving his lips. Such a cute image it was. 
We stayed there for a long time, which seemed like forever! 

And then it was the time for him to leave. I sat on the slab outside watching him wear his socks one by one. And then one of his shoes, tied his lace and then one more shoes and lace. All the while I observed him smiling continuously like a baby. It made me feel good. To see him smile. Our eyes met occasionally. And he was on his feet to leave. We had something to say, but no words came out off our mouth. Our eyes spoke god knows what.
He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. I smiled.
And then again he opened his mouth, this time he asked 'Round 2' and winked?? Without wasting a second we rushed inside the cottage♡