Moments in Time

You stood in the corridor, still wrapped in your towel. Looking down the corridor in both directions, you seemed relieved that no one else was around. I saw you take a deep breath, unlock the door, and leave it ajar for me. I quietly followed you into the room. You pulled a chair from the small round table and positioned it by the bed. Then, you adjusted your towel and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning for me to sit in the chair. We sat, silent, for what seemed like an eternity.

"I’m leaving tomorrow, Max." You looked down into your lap as you spoke. "We’ll probably never see each other again."

"Never is a long time, Molly." I lifted your chin so that I could look into your eyes. "Do you really want us to part so soon, after waiting for so long to be together?"

You were motionless for some time. Finally, you said "No, I don’t. But I’m not a woman who does these kinds of things. And besides, what about your golden girl?"

"Golden girl?"

"Yes. I saw you with her at the party. It was Meg, wasn’t it?"

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Because I read your words, her words. I just knew it had to be her."

"I’m sorry if it upset you to see us together, Molly. I don’t deny that there was a great attraction there, but it is all over now. Meg is gone."

"She’ll be back. She came back before."

"I doubt it," I said. "This time, I think it is for good."

"Never mind," you said. "It isn’t important."

"Molly, I only want to be with you right now."

"I’m sorry, but I can’t be with you, not in that way. I’m a married woman." You turned your face away from me.

I sat, gazing at you, thinking of this fleeting moment and how to save it, for both of us. At last, I said "Then be with me in another way."

"What other way, Max?"

"Molly, do you remember when I wrote for you and told you that I was the mirror?"

You turned back to look at me but said nothing.

"You do remember, Molly. Let me be your mirror tonight."

"What?!"

"I won’t touch you even once if you don’t want me to. Just let me look at you. I want to enjoy the sight of you, Molly."

"Oh, my god! I don’t believe this is happening. I can’t."

"But this is not the same as ‘being’ with me, is it? It’s not that different from things you have tried before, is it?" I was practically pleading for you to see the logic of my argument.

"You mean, no touching? No touching at all?" you said.

"Not unless you ask me to. I promise. The control will be all yours."

You smiled for the first time since we had been together. It was a wonderful, welcomed smile. "Alright," you said. "But I’ll only show you mine if you show me yours."

I was delighted by your playful tone. Even knowing that we would not touch, I was becoming aroused at the mere thought of seeing your body for the first time. "It’s a deal," I said. "Now will you join me for that drink?"

Chapter 4: The Connection, Part 2 By Molly

I was very excited, yet I was also very nervous. I certainly did not want you to think that I wasn't in control. When we left my suite to go down to the hotel lounge, you allowed me to enter the elevator ahead of you. I couldn't recall when I had last shared a drink with another man... never mind sharing initmate thoughts such as those that pervaded both our minds. You and I had shared much intimacy in our discussions online... but this was realtime. I wasn't quite sure how to proceed. I had asked myself one time, what I would do if ever I found myself in a situation whereby I was tempted to cross the line... I was about to find out! As much as you were being sensitive to my feelings, what you were proposing to me... a way to satisfy both our curiousity about the other without actually touching... was so exciting. Could I do it? Wasn't it just the same thing as actually cheating? I wished that I could just throw caution to the wind and live for the moment...

We sat at a table by the window overlooking the freeway. In the distance the city skyline was visible.

"The city is so beautiful!" I commented, trying to appear calm. The waitress placed two wine glasses on our table. She poured into one glass for you to sample. After tasting and nodding your satisfction, she filled both glasses and left us to enjoy the view with the remainder of the bottle.

"It is beautiful indeed! Have you been here before?" You tilted your head to capture my gaze. "Let's make a toast... Here's to that fleeting moment in time!" You took my glass in both of your hands and gave it to me. Then you lifted your own glass to your lips. I couldn't help but notice the size of your hands and I gulped down my wine as if it were liquid courage. I took another big gulp. You reached out and took my glass from me. "Would you like to dance?" The piano player nodded and smiled at us as you led me to the dance floor.

You pulled me into your arms. It was amazingly natural. I relaxed and let my head rest against your shoulder, which semed to have been designed just for me.

I shouldn't have. I should have kept talking. I should have done anything except what I did - shut my eyes and give myself over to the dance.

Neither of us spoke for a long time... and in the unguarded silence I didn't notice myself becoming more and more aware of you... aware of your scent... aware of the way our bodies touched and parted as we swayed to the music.

I opened my eyes, all my senses tingling with awareness. As if you knew it, you slowed our movement until it was only a subtle sway, that was more of an embrace than a dance. Our bodies settled into each other, lines following lines, swells meeting hollows... like evening mist settling on a body of water.

When finally we were matched... when we met at every point... you began to move your hands. At first it was a gentle massage... a kneading at the small of my back that tightened rather than relaxed my muscles. A relentless pressure built under your hands, somewhere between my hipbones, and I shifted, trying to ease it. But the movement was ill-advised. As I tried to writhe free... your hands slipped down... your fingers resting just above the slope of my buttocks. Your hands slipped down, slowly, achingly, until they cupped the round thrust of my botton, pressing upwards.

I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes. In reflex my pelvis moved up... a mere fraction... but it was a sign that my body was seeking the part of you that would ease my exquiste torture... the key that would unlock me and release the pressure. As I met the hard contours of your body, sweet nectar spilled through my viens. But my dress and your clothes were in the way. Blindly my hands left your shoulders and found the small of your back... resting there with a light pressure... a faint restrained echo of your touch. It was an admission... and you understood it. Your hands dropped and spread, the heat from your fingers burned through the skirt of my dress as though the soft silk was no barrier at all.

My breath came quickly, and yours was deep and hot against my ear. We were barely moving... lost in the music... lost in each other.

Then... cruelly... the music stopped! With an almost inaudible cry, I dropped my hands from your back and pulled myself erect.

"It's a good thing we've got such good control... otherwise this could get out of hand!" Your teasing brought me back to the moment...

"Well, Max... are you ready to join me in my suite? Let's see who's got good control...!"

Chapter 5: The Connection, Part 3 By Max

The walk from the hotel lounge to the elevator seemed like the beginning of a great adventure. Neither of us spoke, as we entered the elevator. The sliding doors closed, and my first instinct was to take you into my arms and kiss you, but I quickly remembered the rules of the night, and I leaned back against the laminate wall of the elevator cab. You stood across from me, only four feet away. How I wanted to scrap the rules and pull you to me. As if to restrain myself, I put my hands behind me, trapping them against the wall. You smiled at the difficulty I was experiencing. I tried to distract myself by looking up at the ceiling, but as luck would have it, the ceiling was mirrored, giving me a wonderful view of the cleavage your dress displayed. I felt the excitement growing within me, despite my best efforts to remain composed. I knew that I was becoming erect and that this fact was probably obvious. I didn’t mind you seeing this, to be sure. But, when the elevator stooped at the fourth floor, and the other woman got on, I began to feel a little self-conscious. You changed position in the cab, allowing her to have your place opposite me. She appeared to be in her late thirties and was quite attractive. I have never been so aware of a woman staring at my crotch as I was at that moment. You stood close to me, your perfume and proximity intoxicating me, adding to my erection. The woman looked at both of us, then returned her gaze to my increasing bulge. I’m certain that the attention was adding to my excitement, even though I would have preferred to be alone with you. At last we reached your floor. I glanced at the woman’s face as we exited and saw a knowing smile there. We walked down the hall to your room.

You opened the door. This time, you didn’t seem as concerned about who might be in the corridor to witness this rendezvous. I followed you inside into the dark suite. You found your way to the nightstand and turned on the lamp which you knew had a dimmer switch. You left the light very low and walked back toward me. You passed by me, letting your hair barely brush against me. ‘Did this count as touching?’, I thought. Everywhere you went, the subtle trail of your perfume followed, beckoning me to follow also.

"This is all the light you get," you said, smiling.

I said nothing but found the clock radio on the other nightstand. In moments, the room was filled with the sensuous strains of a saxophone and a seductive piano and rhythm section. Turning back to watch you, I was captivated by the expression on your face. You displayed such an attractive mixture of anxiety, arousal and hesitance, that I almost melted at the sight of you. You pointed to the head of the bed and said, "You sit there, okay?"

I quickly did as you suggested, leaning back against the padded headboard. You stood at the foot of the bed and moved slightly with the beat of the music. You kicked off both shoes, never losing time with your jazzy accompaniment. I watched your body twist and slide within the silky dress, wishing that I could help you to remove it. Your eyes moved from my face, down my body, to my still-obvious erection. My pants felt very tight, and I ached to be free of them. How was I ever going to resist touching you this night? I still didn’t know, for sure, that I had that much willpower, despite my earlier assurances to you. You smiled at the sight of my excited state, and it moved you to unfasten your dress in back. You pulled one, then the other shoulder strap down, letting the top of your dress begin to fold away from your breasts. You wore a thin, lacy bra underneath, a delicate thing worthy of a Victoria’ Secret catalog. You slowly peeled the dress downward. I watched your thinly covered breasts and your tummy come into view. The soft light from the lamp cast a warm tone over your skin. As your dress slid slowly downward, over your hips, your lace-topped panties caught my attention. At last, you let the dress fall softly to the floor. Then, you stood motionless before me, as if to give me time to drink in the whole of your body. You were an erotic image, there in the near darkness, clad only in the scanty underwear that you had chosen. After gazing at you for what may have been several minutes, I heard you say, "You are a little over-dressed, aren’t you?"

I smiled up at you. "Do you want to trade places?" I asked.

"No. Do it right there. I’ll watch from here."

I began unbuttoning my shirt from the top down, watching your eyes as I went. You seemed to approve of the light brown hair that trailed down from my chest across the center of my abdomen, disappearing under my belt buckle. I pulled my shirt out from the waistband of my slacks and pulled my arms out of the long sleeves. Then, I leaned back against the headboard with my hands clasped behind my head. You looked down at me, shook your head, and uttered a playful "tsk, tsk, tsk". Knowing I still had a ways to go to catch up with you, I slid my shoes off, letting them fall noisily to the floor at the end of the bed. You jumped aside, acting as if your were about to be crushed by the size 15 dress shoes. We both laughed, making the tension easier to bear. I unfastened my belt, then the front of my slacks. You pursed your lips as I unzipped and then began to slide the slacks down over my hips, lifting myself off the bed to allow them to pass. My jockey shorts did even less to conceal my erection than the slacks. I withdrew my legs from the pants and set them aside. I lay there, consuming more than the length of the bed, with only my underwear and socks left. If anything, you seemed more relaxed now, perhaps knowing that we were now equally exposed.

"Are you sure we should do this?" you asked.

"I have never doubted that it was a good thing to do," I fibbed a little.

"And no touching each other?"

"That was what we agreed," I answered.

Without another word, you reached for the front clasp of your bra. I leaned back to watch with anticipation. What was this amazing feeling, anyway? I had watched women undress before. What was so unusual and enticing about this situation? I decided to stop analyzing the moment and just enjoy it. You opened the clasp but held the front together. You teased me, as if you were performing on an intimate stage. You swayed side to side, letting your breasts swing within the partly opened bra, showing me glimpses of your flesh. You watched the barely concealed bulge in my underwear react to your little dance, and your smile showed that you were having the desired effect. You began to turn around, then let your self twirl several times, removing the bra completely as you spun before me. When you stopped turning, you were facing me, your hair tousled, and your naked breasts pointing directly at me. My mouth dropped open, in awe of your willingness to share with me this way. You seemed relaxed, at ease with your body, and not sorry that we had gone this far. Then, with a big smile, you crossed your arms and assumed a waiting posture. Understanding your signal, I sat up and seductively removed my socks, one at a time, then leaned back again.

"Ahem!" You looked down at my only remaining garment and drummed your fingers on your arms.

You were charmingly funny and playful, putting me surprisingly at ease. I slowly pushed the jockey shorts down. Your eyes followed the line of hair as it broadened into a wider, curly patch. With some effort, I slipped the elastic band over my straining cock and let it fall free against my stomach. I saw your expression change. You focused so intently on my cock, I felt more exposed than ever before. It was a terrific, vulnerable, erotic sensation. I peeled the underwear all the way over my legs and dropped them to the side of the bed. After letting you stare for a minute or so, I finally spoke up myself. "Ummmm…"

"Oh. Sure. I’m sorry."

"Perfectly alright," I said. I’ve been enjoying the scenery myself. It’s nice to be appreciated to the point of distraction, isn’t it?"

"Oh, yes," you said quickly. You put your thumbs under the lacy band of your panties and, with only a little hesitation, slid them down over your hips. I enjoyed the view of your soft pubic hair appearing slowly over the top of your panties as you pushed them down. Your body was a welcomed sight. My gaze traveled over all of your exposed skin, lit so artistically by the dimmed lamp. You could have been a painting, and I longed to be the painter, posing you endlessly and capturing your beauty for posterity. As I studied you, I suddenly saw your eyes open wide. "Oh, god! What now?"

"Well," I thought. "This has been good, so far, don’t you think?"

"Yes, so far."

"We could try something…"

"Uh uh, remember? Can’t touch each other," you reminded me.

"Each other, that’s right."

Your face seemed blank for a few seconds. Then, as you understood my meaning, your mouth opened wide. "Oh, my god!"

"Well, it wouldn’t technically violate the rule if you were to, say, caress your breast. Would it?"

You just laughed nervously.

"You would rather not?"

"Ummm, I didn’t say that, exactly," you said.

"Then…"

"I suppose it’s okay. Just as long as we don’t get carried away."

I smiled at you and lifted up to support myself on my elbow, so that I could see you better. I patted the bed, gesturing to you to make yourself comfortable. You sat next to me, making sure that we did not touch in any way. The light from the lamp gave your breasts a soft sheen that made them so beautiful. I studied the way the light flowed over their curves and cast soft shadows from your nipples. You looked at my eyes and gently placed one hand on your right breast, just covering it.

"Come on, Molly. It’s all right for you to enjoy this part too. Let me see you make yourself feel nice."

"Ohhh," you said under your breath, then you closed your eyes and I saw you squeeze your breast. You moved your hand over the mound and occasionally let your palm graze against your nipple, which was becoming noticeably erect. You opened your eyes again to see me totally captivated by your caresses. Never letting your eyes leave mine, you moved your fingers to capture your nipple, squeeze it, and tug on it. I was starting to squirm on the bed, watching your display. You then looked down at my cock, which now jutted outward toward you, stiff and throbbing. Then you looked at my eyes once again and smiled.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Molly."

Chapter 6: The Connection, Part 4 By Molly

Could I allow you to be my mirror... again? Could I let your eyes reflect my inner feelings... my secret desires... my wanton need? It had been easy when you WERE the mirror! This was going to prove to be more of a challenge... This time you were real and you were here! Could I open up and let you see me... let me see myself? I wasn't sure I could.

I watched you as you lay against the padded headboard. You looked so at ease. You had your arms folded behind your head, and you were watching me... to see what I would do next. My hungry eyes feasted on your long, lean body. You were my every fantasy here before me... so tall... so big! You could easily envelop me, and I could feel so little in your arms. I wanted nothing more than to crawl up, next to your body, press my full breasts against your chest and kiss your inviting lips. As we danced downstairs, I had become so turned on... but the rules had already been established... no touching... only looking! I allowed my eyes to rove down your chest and stomach until they rested on the patch of curly hair that surrounded your most beautiful cock. I had seen pictures of you, but they did not do justice to what now lay before my intent gaze. Your penis was about the same length as my Figment, but wow... it was so much thicker...! And I could tell as you seductively smiled at me, that you were not yet fully aroused. OHH-hhh! It excited me to see you like this!! I wanted to do this for you... for me!

I placed two pillows at the opposite end of the bed and moved on my hands and knees towards them, allowing you a full view of my bottom and the mysteries contained within my transparent panties. I placed one pillow on top of the other and as I turned to lie against the pillows, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and wriggled out of my panties... lifting my hips to slide them down over my legs and off...! I was now as naked as you! We sat facing each other on the bed.