A Sight to Behold

I see you every Sunday at Church.

Always dressed in a conservative but elegant manner. Yellow seems to be your favorite color and it suits you beautifully. In the warm weather I imagine that the sun dress you wear might reveal the silhouette of your beautiful figure if the sun shone at just the right angle as you walk through the parking lot. Your jewelry is impeccable. Not flashy, but classy and certainly of some great expense. But it's not the expense of the jewelry that attracts my eye. It's the way that that everything you wear seems to compliment your free spirit. A spirit that to my imagination contains a hint of experience and risk taking. Occasionally you wear a blouse that is designed to be semi-transparent in order to emphasize the elegant undergarment that is meant to accentuate your beauty without appearing crass or inappropriate in any way.

You take notes while listening to the sermon as if your life depended upon it. Your personality is warm, outgoing and welcoming. Your sense of humor is self-deprecating to a point that you do yourself a disservice. You are an intelligent, beautiful woman who isn't afraid to ask a question if something doesn't make sense. It's rumored but unclear if your husband is an honorable man but that's none of my business unless he harms you physically or emotionally. You are quick to criticize yourself for contributing to a conversation so quickly. I see that impulse as passion that is genuine and always wrapped up in love and a quick laugh.

You make fun of yourself for your frequent hot flashes. While seated you often repeat the taking off and putting back on of your jacket or sweater several times during the hour that we are all together. You seem nervous as if your husband will be quick to criticize you while the rest of us see you as a wonderful independent woman. The ferocity with which you take notes during the sermon seems to match the intensity of your self-conscience nature. I often hope that you might relax and settle comfortably in to your own mind and body.

You wear sheer stockings unless you wear no stockings at all. In either case your legs are a sight to behold. I often have trouble stopping myself from stealing a glance.

From the corner of my eye I see your left leg bouncing lightly over your right knee.

Gently at first, slowly increasing with intensity and purpose over the next ten minutes.

It's now that I notice the gold band choker around your neck. Unusual for you, as pearls most often drape beautifully around your neck. I wonder whether you bought it for yourself as part of your normal fashionable attire. Or perhaps, your husband is laying claim to you in a more overt way. Does that fine piece of jewelry around your neck signify something deeper, darker and more possessive? I must admit that it turns me on though I obviously can't express that thought.

I let myself imagine the cut of your panties. Silk of course. Soft and gentle caressing your skin. Sometimes I imagine the fabric caressing your magnificent bottom to be of a more daring variety with pearls gently caressing the crevasse between the cheeks of your backside and reaching across the lips of what is moist and glistening with your arousal.

I can almost taste you right now. Your scent and aroma attracts me in a most primal manner that makes me want to bury my face between your legs. My tongue darting and searching slowly and deliberately until it finds the locus of your pleasure.

You look up suddenly, our eyes meet. We communicate wordlessly and return to what we were doing.

So quickly was our exchange that it's impossible to decipher the message we delivered to each other.

Your leg now bounces stronger and harder against your knee. The rhythm is such that I can imagine the sight of you making love atop of me. Your hands first on my chest. Next, gripping my shoulders for leverage as your body dances with mine in a perfect rhythm that only we can create together.

I remember the last Sunday I saw you.

I mentioned that your comments of the previous week indicated that you felt old and of little value. I said "Quite the contrary, the first word that always comes to mind when thinking of you is elegant."

I give my comments too much importance if my words helped push you away.

We haven't seen you in months. I hope that you return next Sunday.

If not, you certainly will occupy my dreams.