A CHANCE ENCOUNTER 8

THURSDAY, MAY 19, 2011

A CHANCE ENCOUNTER 8

Still kneeling at his side, she started buttoning her shirt and this simple gesture made him blush and feel guilty. 

“Time for me to say good-bye, James”.

Did he perceive a twinge of regret in her voice ?  He made a no-no gesture with his head, not  relying on his voice being firm enough.

“I must, Handsome, it’s full day now, and snow is fast melting. I’ll be able to start my car again”

“But you can’t leave me like this …and I don’t know your name ! How shall I be able to get in touch with you again?” He felt almost overwhelmed with fear, rage, longing, frustration…a turmoil of emotions taking hold of him.

“Swear that you will not follow me and I’ll untie you. Otherwise, you'll have to wait for someone to come here later and freeyou... Is that what you want? “ 

He could have sworn there was a quiver in her voice at this moment  (but whether it were in jest or in longing, he couldn't say) and dared not tell her  that it was not only  the bindings he was talking about but  the state of his painful erection as well. She made him  feel so unsure and yet yearning, like a boy at his first experience.

“I give you my word I shall not follow you, please untie me”  was his promise “but tell me, how shall I find you again?”  And yet, he could not resolve to tell her that he wanted her hands all over his body, that he craved for the release she could give him, that he would accept any conditions she would dictate….

She slowly - oh...so excrutiatingly slowly and caressingly - undid the knots of the ropes, starting with his feet and rubbed softly his ankles and then his wrists, lightly grazing his skin with her nails  in doing so, whilst a slight  frown appeared on her otherwise lineless face.  As she stood, her hand brushed his cock through the thin boxers, drawing a moan from his lips. 

But, with an almost superhuman effort,  he didn’t move, right  to his word, as she opened his bedroom door and disappeared to retrieve her belongings  downstairs. However he couldn’t avoid repeating, this time in  a louder and close to desperate voice (hoping she would hear him):

“Please, tell me how I can find you again”

He just caught her answer, drowned in a joyful, throaty and sensual laughter.“I know where you live, Handsome!”.

And he heard the outside door bang shut. 

Then he stood up and went to the window that faced the road. He could still hear the echo of her laughter when,  minutes  later, a sleek black AlfaRomeo159 car raced past his place, partly hidden by the  trees  and  too far away for him to even get a glimpse at the plates.

He went back into his bed and rested his face on the very place where the Stranger had been seated and her scent still lingered.  He smelled her perfume and felt as if he had been betrayed and deprived of something he couldn't get back.

                                                             THE END  (?)