Show Me

"Show me." she said.

"I can't, not without a decent telescope."

"You said that already. Show me where the nebula is, even if I cannot see it, I can imagine it."

"It will be difficult to see Orion as it is already setting."

"Show me." Repetitive, demanding. I am running out of excuses.

I sigh and she smiles gently in triumph. I gestured to the open French doors leading out to the balcony.
She walks ahead of me, swaying gently in a sort of grey/silver/black stretchy material tube that just fitted her torso and left little to the imagination, high heels and seemed black stockings completed her get up. I supposed it was all designed to show off her almost albino like lack of melanin.

I cursed my brother Jim for inviting me to the "small shindig to celebrate my birthday and such things".

I am an optics engineer, spectrometers talk to me, people leave me alone, especially women like the one heading out of the doorway ahead of me. I like it that way. I understand scientific instruments. I don't understand people. No logic.

She stops at the railing of the balcony and I stop next to her and look out. Cape Town stretches out in front of us like a carpet of fire, too many lights, too much sodium yellow and the aerosols (sea spray for the uninitiated) in the sky make it throb with light pollution.

I look around, orientate myself in the sky and as I expected, Orion is setting into sea. The recognisable belt practically resting on the the horizon. Beetleguese glows red and malevolent to the right of the belt. The constellation is unmistakable.

"There." I point toward the belt.

"Where?"

"The three stars? On the horizon?"

"What three stars? I can't see them. Stand behind me point over my shoulder."

I step behind her, rest my arm on her shoulder and point. "There."

She moves back till she is resting her back on my chest.

"Oh, those three stars? They don't look like a belt." She pouts.

Now her buttocks are pressing against my groin and moving, slowly side to side.

I try to pull back but she holds onto my pointing arm, "Where is the nebula? You said in the sword?"

"Yeh, yesss."

Having difficulty speaking. If she goes on much more like this she is going go bump into my growing erection. I take a step back and she collapses against me. I make a grab with my unencumbered hand at her waist, miss and end up with a handful of breast, she grabs my hand, holds it in position and starts to lean forward, pressing my erection firmly into the crack of her backside. With my erection firmly between her cheeks she starts to move up and down in a grinding sort of motion and I feel a nipple growing under my hand.

Three years of celibacy have left me with a dark tide of desire and lust dammed up and held in check by work, anguish and grief. Her nearness, her scent, her touch destroy my fragile control completely.

I pull her upright with my hand still anchored on her breast, bury my face in her scented neck and bite her shoulder. She moans gently as I slide my free hand around her waist and down over her belly. I sweep the hem of her short dress upwards, feeling for her pussy.

She is shaven clean, wet and ready. Between us we get my raging erection out of my pants and into her before I ejaculate in a mind searing blast.

As my mind starts to clear I realise that I must be completely visible to anyone looking out across the balcony. I look around but the doors have been quietly closed and the curtains drawn.

She turns then, kisses me on the mouth, "Jim says happy birthday and we can use the guest bedroom for the rest of the night."