The Start

“God is that the time I really have to go”
But I stayed another half hour anyway.
It is funny when you are chatting how you try to maintain eye contact, it was as if we were scanning each other for clues. I was formally dressed with a suit shirt and tie and you wore a skirt and pretty top, you looked incredibly attractive. You plied me with coffee and biscuits and told me to relax and take my tie off. After the sort of day I had that was just the invitation I needed to help me unwind.
It is funny looking back when I spent time with you I had escaped from the pain of reality I was in a soulless marriage unhappy as hell working because that was an escape. I was oh so lonely and spending my life talking to the insane. The pressure I was under was unreal and I had no support at all until I met you.
As I talked to you I just unburdened and let it out, fortunately you found it interesting and as the words poured out I experienced a sense of release. I felt important and appreciated and admired. Slowly the fog of words cleared and I began to notice you sitting in front of me patiently. It was like coming out of a dream about you and finding you there by my bedside. You were my Turkish Delight and one day I know I would repay you in kind.

To me you were a blank canvass who made no judgements of me so it was like starting in an empty room where we could both fearlessly paint a picture of who we really are. When we were together we were both safe from the lie of our lives and we had the opportunity to work out solutions together. Without putting our foot in it, we found a safe place where we could be ourselves and be searingly honest.
I began to tell you how I liked black suspenders and how black underwear really turned me on. I explained how perfume made me feel as if an effort had been made. I felt as if I could tell you absolutely anything and more to the point you would be honest with me and tell me everything I wanted to know. A burning passion was growing inside me and I just longed to be in your presence alone.
At last I was with someone who was really interested in what I did for a living and was willing to patiently listen. At first I thought you would be my mistress and for a short while the grandiosity of the title suited however in my head you were my soul mate and none was ever going to come between us.
The thought process was interesting as I talked to you I went onto auto pilot and whilst the words tumbled out and the conversation flowed, my thoughts were racing in a completely different direction.
I really like that perfume, it is so subtle
Look at those incredible legs
I can see she is wearing a white bra
She looks amazing
Yes I would love another coffee so I can see you walk out of the room again
Wow just look at those incredible lips

I wish I could follow you into the kitchen to get another look at you
What an astonishing warm smile
The tone of your voice was soft and inviting
I really like you
I wish I did not have to think about ever going
Hasn’t she got fantastic hands?
What a fantastic pair of breasts
Look her knees are slightly open please don’t notice me looking up your skirt
I wonder what colour panties she has on
Don’t you love wrap around skirts
What amazing legs absolutely amazing
If at time I spoke gibberish forgive me there was so much happening in my head.
I grew in confidence with you and over a relatively short period time I sense you relaxed with me and looked forward to me coming to see you.
We after sat in the back port opposite one another where it was more intimate. There was a stillness about you a quiet inner glow and it made me feel manly and powerful.
Slowly I began to make double meanings in our conversations and enjoy watching your reaction. It was the playfulness and wry smile that left me feeling at times bewildered and confused but delectably happy
I hope she gets the hint
Wow look at how she is dressed today
I can see up your skirt again and your panties
I think she knows I have seen them
Was that deliberate
Is she teasing me?
I’m going to snatch a look anyway  
My mind was spinning and you were the centre of my thoughts. I just felt wonderful in your presence.
Looking back we were both dancing round each other and teasing each other.

I was wondering day in day out how to engineer a chance to see you again; I got withdrawal when I did not see you. I began to call you at work so that I could hear your voice. We began to play whilst you were at work in between your calls it was deliciously frustrating but so exciting.
You just were amazing and you took a bath so that you would be fresh for me. It was as if you needed to clean your day life off so that we could be pure together.
I realised that at times you were flashing yourself at me and I loved it. I became bolder in my conversation and I became deeper and deeper intoxicated by you. You are a hell of sexy woman and I simply could not get enough of you. I all felt surreal there I was alone with you in a quietness that allowed us to talk freely and openly.

Sure we initially masked it around work and professional matters but soon you began to open yourself to me and explain about your family and upbringing. It felt sensuous and umptious, all our senses were heightened and we both felt alive in each others’ company.
You were giving me what I craved personal attention, sexual interest and intellectual satisfaction. I was wanted by you and I saw your intellect so sadly being wasted. This was not about sexual gratification it was the whole package. A woman, who wanted to be with me, who understood, what I wanted and what I was doing with my life, a woman who had passion

You understood that passion without love is nothing but a fleeting sensation the question was is the time now right
God I wish I was sitting next to her
If I touch her will you turn me away?
I want to touch her hand
I could kiss her
I would love to hug her right now
Please open your legs a little more as a sign to me
So there is a god, black panties I love black panties
At first we started off with formal handshakes but that seemed so unnatural. I remember the first time I ventured to kiss you as I was leaving. I kissed you head and lingered there momentarily smelling you hair. Very quickly we moved on to  me giving you a big hug goodnight, something you were so not used to because of your upbringing, to lingering holding of hands and a gentle kiss on the cheek or forehead. It all felt so new and natural.
Something inside us was growing, time flew when we were together emotionally we were intoxicated with each other. A love that could not be denied was developing like a rampant pregnancy and the inner excitement was so profound it was only a matter of short time before it would blossom in the open.
I truly believe that everything has a purpose and that everything that a person does will come back to haunt him or save him. Life is like a mirror where everything we do is reflected back onto us. I had explained to you about mirrors and how the way we lived our lives reflected upon us. We might not be able to recognize it and at times that image is hidden, it may even take years and at times it may not even be during our lifetime but it all comes around. Space is infinite as our actions are timeless. We are all part of a same invisible story, all travelling in a single continuum. There is no greater love than the love that grows day by day. I will never let go of your hand, ever my special lady