Marvin's Room

Standing a few feet away was the most beautiful person I ever laid eyes on. There was something different about this one, something indescribable – it felt almost like she didn’t know how attractive she was, how charming and bright her smile was – with a walk mimicking the sway of wild grass in the wind, she strode like she never owned a single worry in the world. Is that it? I thought. I definitely could wait no further to find out.
As I inched closer, I must have tried at least twice to discourage myself from making this move, maybe because my heart pumped really fast and loud full of nervous energy, I just could not stop my stomach grunting the whole way. What are you doing man? I stopped suddenly like someone who just remembered he had control of his legs. There’s no way I’m having a decent pick-up conversation with this woman, at least not in my present state.
Taking a full step back, I noticed the empty chair beside me. I wasn’t going anywhere soon and neither was she; the rain storm had for once served my purpose perfectly, all flights were being delayed. Now I was to enjoy the luxury of not knowing her, this way I could try to understand her before making any moves.

Angie had turned out to be exactly as I imagined the whole twenty minutes I spent sitting a few feet away from her at the airport lounge – we boarded the same flight and except for some inexplicable coincidental trick of nature, sat right next to each other on the plane. She didn’t seem pretentious, neither was she overly conceited. Heck, she acted so unaware of her aesthetic physical appearance, making her all the more appealing to me; I definitely had my fill of women who took themselves too seriously. If Angie and I were to spend a night together, and the very next morning it took her forever getting dressed, I wasn’t going to get pissed – I would simply acknowledge her effort is what I would do, she deserved that.

....and after the usual corny conversations....

Angie only smiled and looked away, she didn’t utter a single word – I felt violated. My heart stung a bit because now I was not sure if what I said had been a mistake. To make matters worse, she got her ear phones from her carry-on bag and put them on. I am so stupid, I thought to myself. I really wished I could change seats that moment, but that was never going to happen – though I felt embarrassed, I still didn’t want to give up – I mean who knows, maybe if I moved from my sitting position, another guy would take advantage and make his own move; I definitely am not the only cat with an eye and nose for sexuality, besides, I could tell this lotus liked persistence, I knew her type all too well and I’ll be damned if I didn’t get a soft landing after all this to soothe my bruised ego.

Having a drink with some friends at a bar was the best way to ease the stress after a day’s work. I checked my phone, saw a few missed calls and one text message – it was from Angie, she must have sent me a text because I wasn’t picking up my calls. Why on earth was she calling me today? I thought. It had been two weeks since the flight incident and though we exchanged numbers on arrival, I wasn’t quite certain if she agreed to it for sake of courtesy or for genuine interest in me. Well truthfully, I did lean more towards the choice of courtesy and really did not expect a second meet between us. We did have a conversation towards the end of the flight but that was just about every other random thing I could conjure up, now she wanted to see me and I wasn't gonna miss it.

I arrived a full fifteen minutes past 9:30 pm – and there she was looking better and hotter than I remember, sitting at a far left side, and almost hidden corner of the room. I did return a call during the ride down to the restaurant to acknowledge receipt of her text, as well as to voice my surprise at it. I was a mess when I arrived and she let me know right up – my breath smelled of alcohol mixed with cigarette smoke, sleeves on my blue shirt folded up to elbows and half tucked into plain black trousers, with some drops of sweat on my face. She was quite casual herself– wearing a plain white t-shirt, light blue jean bum-shorts that revealed full thighs and the slender calves of her lower legs. Her hair was tied into a pony-tail leaving a face so beautiful and detailed I could see every single muscle on it twitch then turn into a charming seductive smile when I offered my complement.

The last time was awesome, all the lines we crossed them, the air felt right, and the room was alive around us. The mirror on the wall by the dresser reflected an extremely sexy silhouette of the woman whom just made love to me – she tasted so good I couldn’t stop smacking my lips, her moans and cries urged me on and I could tell exactly what tempo she preferred anytime I noticed a change in the intensity of her sounds – she loved to talk crazy, I urged her on to talk crazy. Our bodies were in rhythm and she loved it as much, even better than I did. She couldn’t wait to get there, I told her she didn’t have to rush it and that I was truly deeply sorry for the wait – I valued every second of her like added time in a game of football (soccer), and I chose to stay current like waters in a lake while still moving all around like waters in a cycle. She had taken my reason to every high standing elevation present in the room, and every other place except personal; this was not the time to disagree or pick a quarrel. Angie chose to stay versatile in any kind of position by displaying her feline tendencies.
We had made way to my place after the restaurant; it was not rocket science trying to figure out what would happen next. She sent a text to see me, I came and the rest was to play out exactly how she wanted it to. This was unlike any other bout of orgasmic delusions though, I mean the intensity was heightened to uncontrollable heights, and it definitely had something to do with the emotions, sexuality and erotic fantasies she evoked.
Perhaps some part of our rhythmic ecstasy made it emotional, every regret and action during our flight the day we first laid eyes had been put into perspective and was worth the awkwardness of it all. I called her babe, she called me beau – reaffirming to let me know it’s all mine, and I said fine – that was all I ever wanted in the first place, not just the physicality of her entire being but also the emotional attachment that comes with it. I liked her at first sight, and now, I was totally in love after the first night.