Loverseas

                          Chapter One


Reed went to the airport with no idea what to expect. He knew the woman he was about to meet was beautiful. He knew that he loved her. But, that was all he knew. He did not know her smells, voice, demeanor, mannerisms, inflections, grace, and he did not know her eyes. He had seen pictures, but pictures never capture the eyes. Reed was lost in these thoughts and got lost at the airport as well.

He attempted to spin his fantasy again. She looked longingly at him. He reached out to her. She put her head on his shoulder, and she cried. She cried for herself. She cried for the entire world. Most of all, she cried for him, for she knew what a difficult moment this was for him. He kissed her forehead. She stopped crying and began to smile. As she looked up at him, he leaned down to kiss her. That is as far as he could ever get with this fantasy. Some part of him refused to have any expectations. Beyond this he was completely stumped.

Gate 17A was bustling with movement, but it was not really excitement. It was rather a dull mundane rustle of people as cattle. All overly preoccupied with getting somewhere other than here. It seemed particularly impersonal to Reed today. He could not see the faces or hear the words. As far as he was concerned they were all phantoms. He noticed how their demeanor seemed to make them look like the were figures in an old black and white movie, as if their clothes had color, but their personalities were black and white.

In the midst of this sea of black and white personalities he saw the eyes. They peered knowingly left, right then right at him. Once finding him, they were all business, scanning the area to find the quickest, safest path to him from the gate. Even from this distance, she was beautiful, but it was much more pronounced in her movements than in her look. He couldn’t bring himself to move. He couldn’t bring himself to look away. The eyes glanced over and saw him lost in his stare. For the first time, they smiled. For the first time, he noticed that these eyes were attached to a very beautiful woman.

She was a little thing compared to him, but what she lacked in size she more than made up in presence. As she walked across the floor he regained his composure and began to walk to her. His pace quickened. She noticed his excitement and smiled knowingly for the first time. When they finally came together and stopped, the entire airport seemed to freeze in place as they gazed into one another’s eyes.

Her beauty stunned Reed! He had expected her to be very attractive, but he had not expected the warmth and radiance he was experiencing. There was no way for him to know that this was the most radiant and warm she had ever been. Suddenly, an icy cold came over him. His entire body went into a cold sweat. Far in the deepest recesses of his mind a command was whispered. This whisper echoed in an abyss of complete confusion for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually the echo became louder and louder until he finally recognized the command. He gave her a bear hug.

His arms felt electrified, although he could not tell whether the electricity emanated from him, from her or both. Evidently, this electricity was powerful indeed, as almost everyone within sight of the embrace stopped what he or she was doing to look. Consciously, the crowd did not understand what was happening, but subconsciously, they wanted what these people had, knowing full well this might be the only time they ever glimpsed it. The hung on to the vision as long as they could, until it began to torture them, then they reinterpreted it to something ordinary and went about their business.

Reed looked the woman in the eyes and kissed her softly.

“You must be tired! That is a long flight.” He smiled.

“It is the flight home I dread.” She said quietly.

Reed took a step back. What a beautiful voice and what an exotic accent. He had expected this, but not known just how beautiful it would seem. She did seem to be the exotic embodiment of a fairy tale princess. Reed had enough of this indulgence, straightened his back, looked at her again, and said in a very clear and strong voice, “Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Certainly.” She locked elbows with the one he extended, and they walked down the corridor oblivious to everything and everyone else. As they walked, they stole a glance at one another. Without a word, it was decided that eating would have to wait and the check-in at the hotel would come first.



                           Chapter Two

The time at the check-in counter seemed eternal. Nobody realized the urgency of the matter at hand. There was, however, an orgy of eye movements that sustained them through the process of checking in, determining the room, scheduling the cleaning times, and getting the key and the credit card back. Finally, what seemed like three days later, the key was provided and the couple, for that is what they had become, hurried to see if the other organs functioned as well as their eyes.

Reed was more a man of words than actions, but he surprised himself. He immediately went around the room and set the drapes, dimmed the lights, turned back the sheets. Her eyes followed him completely as if each task he performed had some hidden significance that would be divulged if she only stared hard enough. All the while she watched him, she was removing her garments, folding them neatly, and placing them on the dresser.

When he finished setting the thermostat, he discovered a nude woman waiting for him sitting on the bed. He came and sat beside her. He hung his head for a moment, and then he said, “I don’t want you to think this is what we are all about.”

“I know.” She replied smiling, “But, right now it is, and that’s OK, love.”

Her words had unlocked something, just as the hotel key had opened the door to the room. He kissed her shoulder and put his hands on her back. She sighed the silent song of love for him. That was the spark that ignited the spirit. They ceased to be at that moment. From here until the spirit was too tired to continue, they were only passengers sharing the ride of a lifetime.


                           Chapter Three

Reed lay mindlessly tracing little wet circles on soft skin. He was beginning to regain some strength.  He was not sure where he had gone, where his normalcy was, but he did not miss it one whit! He began to hum a tune. He began to kiss her belly as he hummed. The result was a most incredible combination of gasping and giggling. Reed was possessed. He began to gently trace lines with his fingernails across her flesh as he continued kissing her belly and humming. She gasped more and giggled less, but still did plenty of both. Reed kissed a little lower and ranged his hands a little further. By the arch of her back, he gathered she approved.

“O” is a very nice letter, and one that Reed now considers above all others in the pecking order of the alphabet. As he continued to move down, her rendition of that letter was expressed in larger and larger font, soon bold, then bold italics, and then bold italics exclamation mark. He wondered what those beautiful eyes were doing at that moment, but he was too busy with his humming to check. His hands seemed to have studied well at some point, as they were doing quite a job of stimulation all by themselves, but taken in concert with the humming, kissing, and now tasting, it was a symphony of pleasure that he was directing. Reed was concerned that the letter “O” might not be able to take the abuse it was getting, so, as director, he changed the rhythm so that it became more like singing and less like involuntary responses. He could not eliminate all of the involuntary responsiveness out of her “O’s” but increasing their melodic nature was enough.  

It suddenly occurred to him that he was in total control at that moment. So, he slowed down and came to a stop. “O” suddenly became a plea, not an exclamation. He smiled and began the second movement. The second movement was adagio, which was apparently agonizingly slow for her, as she often would miss her entrances and sing all out of sequence. Fortunately, the second movement was short, and the third movement was presto! She squirmed and sang like she was part eel, part angel. The nature of the third symphonic movement was like little eddies in a big windstorm. Little bursts of frenetic activity followed by brief pauses, all intended to keep the song of “O” in a buildup to the final crescendo and sfortzando. The third movement was brilliant in its composition, and blistered with harmonics. The humming, the singing, the squeaking of the bed, the percussive sounds as she beat him about the head and shoulders in utter frustration, all carefully orchestrated to bring about the finale of massive proportions.

Reed was very pleased at the beautiful quality of her full voice. It was loud, clear, and expressive. He was delighted at her sense of rhythm as well. It is often difficult to sing so loudly and continue playing an instrument, no less two percussive instruments, however, she proved more than capable as she kept the beating and the squeaking in perfect time with the singing. Judging from the applause and laughter coming from the adjoining rooms, their music had been well received. Reed climbed over her ribcage and breasts, still heaving like a marathon was just ended, and kissed her full on the lips. He got to see what the eyes had been doing. They focused on him for a split second, then rolled away to check something important just behind her forehead. Reed smiled and said, “I doubt anyone has ever heard a more spirited rendition of “Dixie”!

She firmly grabbed hold of his face and pulled it close. She smiled a benevolent smile, but the eyes were full of fire. “I am going to get you for that!”  Then she gave an evil grin. “Slowly, slowly, I will torture you until you have gone to heaven, my love.”


                           Chapter Four

Lust and love are familiar words, which is why they are so pallid when used to describe such unfamiliar pleasures as were being experienced by Reed. He was coming to the realization that imagination is the biggest turn on over, and over, and over again. He had more than met his match. At first, he tried to understand and make sense of all she was doing. Did she go to school for this, he thought? I need to enroll in this school! After a short while, however, either he no longer cared or he no longer was able to have a coherent thought. He was not certain which. The only thought that sustained him was that he had always had an extra stash of energy he could call upon when he appeared to be completely exhausted. A second wind of sorts. He could not muster the energy to plan his revenge, however, he could certainly revel in the idea that revenge would come to her.

She poked him all over as if her fingers were needles. She kissed licked and nibbled on parts of his body never before shown attention. He tried to reciprocate, but she firmly held him in place with the adeptness of someone who knew what to expect. Either she was drawing from a well of infinite understanding, or she was very industrious indeed! Reed considered it momentarily, then he realized the irrelevance of the thought. The result would be the same either way. He couldn’t keep the thought up anyways, but was doing quite well elsewhere.

She began to sing to him. It was a breathy soft song in a language he did not understand, and it drove him crazy with excitement. The more he focused on the song, the more the physical stimulation became automatic. She had completely turned the tables with the same techniques he employed! She sang to him as he had hummed for her! He laughed and cried. She had kept her promise. She had tortured him to heaven. He gently put his hands upon her to make certain she came with him.