SAXY

He smiled to himself as he opened the door for her, a knowing smile that said he had plans. With one movement he took her in his arms and carried her carefully to his favourite seat where he sat and admired her as he had done so on many occasions. She stood near him draped only in a light wrap now and he saw the pale reflected light glisten on her curves and her shoulder. She waited as he first stood and then removed his jacket and slackened his tie. He sat down again next to her and as he did so removed the last veil of blue satin that had cloaked her beauty. Then he drew her close to him. His hand moved slowly across her slightly open lips, his fingers barely brushing her cheek as they passed. When his hand came to rest his fingers closed a little and his mouth moved closer to hers. His tongue darted forward and described the outline it found as his mouth closed over hers in the gentlest of kisses. She tasted the wetness of his tongue on hers, moistening it in a tantalising dark embrace that she had long been waiting for.

For him, the taste of the undulating silk smoothness of her mouth threw icicles of anticipation down his spine as he dreamt of how he had tasted her sweet pleasure on many occasions before. But no matter how many times he had loved her previously his mouth still watered as he dreamed and as his hands wandered lower down her smooth curves. With no effort now he lifted her onto his lap, caressing her waist tighter as he did so. She fitted him snugly and he knew she was comfortable with him.

Soon now, he thought, very soon now, I will move my fingers to a rhythm she has never felt before. Soon she will rise in excited crescendo and do my every bidding.

He thought carefully of his next move and how she would react, never taking his eyes off her as he carefully and deftly adjusted her body close to him in readiness. In his mind he could hear the feint strains of a distant rhythm, and felt his whole being reverberate softly to the base notes. He picked up the rhythm, transferred it to himself and began to move in unison with the slow, regular beat.

Moving her more neatly to one side of his knees he grasped her upper body with his left hand and she squealed in silent excitement as he did so. Quicker now, his dextrous fingers moved up and down her, pushing all the right buttons, and she moaned deeply as his lips closed even more firmly around hers. His heart began drumbeats against his chest as his time beckoned and the rhythm intensified and strengthened still further.

Suddenly she felt his breath inside her, pushing out her moans, her quiet screams. Faster he breathed into her, deeper and deeper, until she rose to his breath and then he felt her. Her movement, her echoes of his love for her vibrated from within her arched back and her decibels exploded wreaking havoc with his ears. For almost an hour they writhed in passionate embrace, moving, sliding against each other in perfect movements matched as one. Two lovers wrapped in a solo explosion of rhythm and sweat and sound, reaching crescendo after crescendo until eventually they slowed, energy sapped and exhausted.

The crescendo passed and she fell silent once more. Subdued and breathless he panted, but still his lips tallied a while on hers not wanting to leave, sticking slightly as lovers’ lips often do at a parting kiss. A mellow sadness now tinted the earlier bright bloom on her cheeks as if she had not wanted this early ending. He was right, she had not felt this rhythm before and she had loved it, wallowed in it, breathed it and loudly moaned her sensual approval of it, but now it was gone. When would she feel his fingers again, when would she taste his tongue on her lips, when would she feel his air inside her, breathing life into her once more.

Resignation dawned slowly on her. He was satisfied as she, but he would leave her now, just as he always had done in the past, only to return to pleasure himself of her when it suited him. She was a jealous lover and wanted him permanently. Fastened to her just as he had been for such a short time earlier. But she also knew it could not be. He was a fickle lover and needed her only when his own need was loud. This betrayer would never be wholly hers and she would accept the inevitable and stay silent until the next time.

With this ending, he, Kurtis, stood, straightened his tie and collected and put on his jacket. He looked lovingly upon her and smiled again as if waiting for her to return his smile. But, a little colder now, she was unable to return his wish. He raised his left eyebrow and with a shrug of acceptance on his shoulders, he picked up the fallen blue wrap and once more surrounded her with it. Gently twisting his hand at her lips, he removed the mouthpiece and her reed tongue and laid Saxy lovingly back into her velvet lined music case.

Wistfully he sighed …….. his music practice was over for today.

doughty 2003