Erotic Stories. Nathalie Smith

een in great rush: to complete all my paper business before the weekend and – what a sweet word! –the vacation, to give instructions at my office, to buy some light “carefree” dresses, seducing open swimming suits, new sunglasses and hats, and to install the water –pouring device for my flowers which have been staying at home without my care for a month.

      And at last I feel freedom! It gives me a pair of wings! No alarm clock every morning with its rude voice, no any responsibilities…

      Wind of Change, Spirit of Adventures, Wind of Adventures – all these clichés sound so fresh for me now, caress my ear, make my heart beating faster. Well, I am free at last! I depend only on plane schedule, and it’s really time to hurry up.

      Well.. New seducing open dresses.. Swimming suits – not super-modern “tango” model but “old-fashion” bikini, always effective…sunglasses… sandals – so comfortable, only goddesses in Ancient Greece wore such style (or they walked bared? who knows, who could see them..) What else?? Knitting?? A book of Poetry?? A book of detective stories?? Better “Decameron”, it is always fresh… They say, Giovanni Boccaccio wanted to refuse of his best creature in his old age – I wonder if it is a normal defect of the old vision? – The book is still attracts and excites humans’ hearts and especially other organs…

      Oh, it looks like I am ready. To sit a little before path…

      I will be relaxed on vacation and one day lying on the sand under the tender sunbeams I’ll probably dream of someone’s tender touching and caress.

      What does my ordinary life look like? Many people lead such life [live this way]: work-home, work-home…Some rest, mostly in front of the TV, then sleeping…in a lonely bed…On weekends – some beer, or some movie.. No time to spoil themselves, no proper company to relax fully, to relax with; no strength-desire-opportunity to feel the taste of life!!

      What is the taste of life? Taste of life… the view of life, the sound of life, the smell of life…the tactile feeling of life…Do I know other senses?? Well, I‘ll think about these wise things later, sitting aboard, while the plane is carrying me from my cool North to their bright shining south.

      Oh, the taxi is here! All is switched off, the flowers are watered, and the suitcase is in my hands… Sweet home, see you in a month!

      Some more fuss where everyone acts “automatically”, according the airport services instructions; and I am in the plane at last.

      My seat is near the window; and here is my neighbor to the left of me… a young man… with a kind smile… Before sitting he asked me if I really like to sit near the window or perhaps I preferred to occupy his place. “How kind of you” I thought ironically; “No, thanks” I said.

      – I am Kevin, – he said introducing himself, so I have to smile friendly and named myself: “I am Karleen”.

      – Oh, we have the same letters in our names, – he noticed. – Perhaps it means something important, – he smiled.

      – What important could it be?? – I asked and looked in his eyes. Better I haven’t done that – they were too serious and attentive…and attractive.

      – Such important things as easy communication, much interests in common, – he answered and gazed at me.

      – Are you a psychologist? A philosopher? – I showed my curiosity.

      – Umm.. May be… a kind of… A little…

      – Then tell me something interesting. I love to listen about wise things – I smiled.

      For a long time I had been communicating with my colleagues mostly, – always the same people, and missed something and someone new. It looked like he was sincere and open person, and it put me in a mood to him. And his eyes… It was strangely exciting to meet them – they looked at me so attentively and kindly and seemed could see me inside in my deepest corners like x-rays. It was a strange contrast between his simple phrases and so unusual sight. “Anyway, I am not bored, good beginning – I thought. – He doesn’t ask me where and why I am going, and it’s nice. The less banal phrases, the better.”

      – What do you usually do in the plane? – His next question was.

      – Nothing, – I said. – Or sleep, or dream, or look in the window, or read. And you?

      – The same, exactly the same. You see, I told you that we have much in common, – we smiled.

      The stewardess offered the drinks, the day was hot and he put the glass of mineral water for me.

      – You didn’t ask me if I wanted it. – I noticed.

      – Sorry. Do you mind?

      – I wanted just mineral water; can you read the thoughts??

      – I am not sure… though sometimes I can do it.

      – Really? –I asked rather silly. – Will try to do it now?

      – Perhaps, we are thinking about the same things again. I feel that I have known you for a long time. And … – he took my hand very carefully and strokes it.

      –And what?

      – And perhaps I want and you want me to kiss you, because you are so beautiful. – He raised my hand to his lips and touches it lightly, then put it on the armchair’s handle and stroke my hair.

      – You are very beautiful, – he repeated.

      It was so hard to me to look in his eyes, there was a magic magnet in them, they were dark, and deep in the bottom I could see beautiful sparkles.– I said.– When you are smiling, there are more sparkles in your eyes; when you are serious and tender, your eyes are so magic and “velvet.

      “God, when could I learn so perfectly his eyes” – I thought, but the game has started, I felt this special excitement in my blood.

      I have never taken part in such performances of life yet– performances that could begin and develop so quickly, sincerely, deeply. The excitement inside me was strong and real, and I anticipated even more puzzled and pleasant things. There were no lust in his eyes, that is why he looked so unusual and I was so open with him after our short acquaintance.

      He looked at me while my glance was sliding on his pleasant tanned face then slowly on his tanned neck, I could see it in the unbuttoned collar of his light shirt. His skin would be pleasant to kiss, – my mind went on to value my neighbor; the sleeves of the shirt were short so I could see his strong arms. “It will be sweet to be in his hugs”, said my mind, “so control your body reactions”. It was really good advice and said in time, so I moved closer to the window and further from Kevin.

      – Don’t be afraid of me, Karleen dear – he smiled cheerfully, – but you are really beautiful, and I can change nothing. – We laughed. I said, “It’s so easy to chat with you”.