domenica 21 giugno 2009

Love At First Sight

Alison invited me to post this with reference to this. I'm honored, as always.


Pull on, pullover, comfortable. She was dressed in those neutral, nubby linen garments that pass for fashion these days. What some might describe as neo-burlap sack. I have no idea what women see in those formless clothes. They are so unattractive.

I first saw her at an outdoor concert. I had watched her approach. We acknowledged each other’s presence with a nod. She shook out a dark cotton blanket, laid it on the grass and sat on it beside and slightly in front of me.

She had shoulder length straight dark hair parted in the middle, pulled back in a pony tail. She wore glasses which were not particularly attractive. In profile she had large features with a prominent nose. I didn’t think she was attractive at all. In fact she looked downright ugly.

It was a clear warm day with a slight breeze. Concerts like these were my refuge in the summer. Sometimes I brought a date but usually I enjoyed them very much by myself, babe watching and getting off on the music.

People milled about on the grass while they waited for the band to come on. There was the rock version of Muzak coming over the speakers. It felt good just to sit back and watch. Finally the band came out and launched loudly into a raucous AC/DC cover.

She sat with her knees up and her forearms resting on them. She had pretty hands. She looked back and caught me staring at her. I smiled slightly.

“Have you seen this band before? I asked.

She gave me one of those I beg your pardon frowns, a little huff, and rolled her eyes.

“No,” she said. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, but then she smiled a little and looked back toward the stage. I caught a glimpse of her teeth which were slightly prominent with one side front tooth overlapping the front tooth. Her lips were thin but very soft looking.

“Then you’re not from around here,” I said.

She looked back at me with both eyebrows raised like, I can’t believe you didn’t get it the first time.

“No,” she said and turned her head back to look at the stage.

As the band played a few more numbers I watched her. She kept perfect rhythm with the music with her head and sometimes her feet. She seemed to be enjoying it. From time to time I shifted and edged a little closer.

At one point she clenched her jaw, turned and glared at me.

“They’re pretty good huh?” I said.

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug.

When the band took a break I asked, “where are you from then?”

“The City,” she said not even looking in my direction.

“You came all the way out here to see these guys,”

“Mmm,” she grunted and bit the inside of her lip.

I could see the vertebrae in her back where they met her long neck. Her hair took on the luster of a skein of dark silk. There were red highlights. She slipped the fuzzy elastic band off and the loose hair slipped and slid on itself across her shoulder. She tucked it behind her small ears and seemed to be concentrating on something far off on the other side of the field.

“Where in the city do you live?” I asked.

She took a deep breath and sighed but didn’t look back at me. “Downtown,” she said.

“Oh yeah? I lived downtown for a while,” I told her.

She jutted her chin out in acknowledgment.

She wore no makeup. She was so homely, why was I pursuing this, I thought, it’s not really fair is it, I have no intention of taking her home with me.

“So, whereabouts downtown?” I asked.

“Downtown,” she said and shrugged.

“What’s your name?”

She blew air through her lips and turned toward me, looked over her glasses with one eyebrow cocked and said, “what part of fuck-off aren’t you getting?”

That made me laugh out loud, “bitch,” I mumbled.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she said and gave a little grunt like laugh.

“Hm, I like a woman with a little spunk.”

The weight of her soft linen top made it hang in such a way that I could see the outline of her breast, the nipple was hard. She shifted her shoulders and the neckline slipped to reveal the two fine black strings of her bra strap.

She caught me looking at her breasts and held my gaze for a second. Her eyes were smokey olive with dark rims around the irises. They traveled down below my waist and she smiled. She turned back toward the stage.

The band slammed into their second set, and she got up and looked over at me. When she caught my eye she had just the shadow of a smile at the corners of her lips. She stepped carefully around the other blankets and when she got to the front of the crowd she looked back at me. I was intrigued. I watched her head toward the restroom pavilion and when she was far enough away I got up and followed.

There was a long line in front of the women’s restroom but she was not in it. The men’s room was practically empty. As I headed for the urinal, I glanced under the stalls and saw her shoes. I pissed and went over to the stall I’d seen her in but the feet were gone. I would have seen her leave out of the corner of my eye so I knew she still had to be there. I pushed the door open gently.

She was standing against the back wall beside the toilet tank with her arms crossed.

“What exactly did you want with me?” she asked.

“Nothing, why?” I said, standing very close.

“Too bad,” she said and smiled.

She took off her glasses and met my eyes with a penetrating gaze. The corners of her mouth softened upward and I began to recognize what a handsome face she had. Her homely features came together as a striking whole. My heart started to pound.

She reached for the back of my neck and pulled me to her.

“This is what you want isn’t it?” she asked.

“Whoa, I’m not sure,” I said.

“I think it is,” she said as she slipped her hand down to the front of my jeans and felt the pressure of my cock already straining to be released. She grabbed my belt, undid the buckle and unzipped my jeans. She slipped her small hand into the crotch of my boxers and cupped my testicles in the warm palm.

“Nice balls,” she said, as she massaged them.

She gripped them with one hand and circled my throbbing cock with the other.

I leaned forward to kiss her but she pulled her head back.

“I’m in charge here,” she said with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Okay, okay,” I responded not wanting to argue in this position.

She let go, slipped her top over her head and put it and her glasses on the toilet tank.
She pulled her pants off and I saw her small waist, softly rounded belly and full hips encircled by a black lace thong. Removing her formless clothes revealed a form of perfect proportion. Her B-cup breasts spilled softly over her black lace bra.

She slipped the cup of her bra under her breast and pushed my head down. I tongued the nipple and sucked it into my mouth.

“Bite,” she said, and I did. She ran her fingers through my hair, pressed my head to her breast, and moaned softly. I felt her breathing shorten and her heart pound.

She took my hand and put it into the front of her black lace g-string. She guided my fingers along her hot, slick center.

“Kiss me, now,” she said. As I stood she pressed her warm soft body against my aching cock.

Her kiss was soft at first but built slowly until we were hungrily devouring each other’s mouths. She pulled away and turned toward the wall, slipped her thong down around her thighs and leaned forward. With one hand on the wall, she pulled me to her with the other.

“Fuck me,” she said. All I could do was moan as I rammed into her. She was hot and wet and tight and at every pull back she contracted her cunt making my build up intense. I thrust and she grabbed. Our rhythm was perfect. I held on to her hips and pumped for all I was worth. I felt her come like a ring gripping my cock and I shot into her as fast and hard as I’d ever felt. We stayed like that and caught our breath and I could still feel myself coming into her and my legs started to shake. I fell back against the door as she stood, pulled her panties up and began to dress.

“Wow, that was beautiful,” I said, catching my breath.

“Hmm,” she responded with a light kiss on my lips.

When she was dressed and pushed past me to open the door I asked, “wait, what’s your name and how to I get in touch with you?”

She smiled and left.

It wasn’t love at first sight, but it sure was now. I jammed my legs into my jeans. I’m going to find that beautiful woman again if it’s the last thing I do.

12 commenti:

Scarlett Greyson ha detto...

Wow, that was powerful, Isabel.

Thank you for posting it!

Donna ha detto...

Isabel, oh my. I fell in love with this immediately. It felt so right-on real and true at every turn. And of course, I love the way you play with beauty and power and love and indeed how it's surprises and the spirit and what's inside that truly connects us with others.

Whew. Just awesome. Plans for this piece?

joss lockwood ha detto...

Excellent. Thanks for sharing.

Marina ha detto...

Fabulous, Isabel! Thanks so much for sharing!

Isabel Kerr ha detto...

Scarlett honey (sorry having spent much time in the south ah cannot resist. ; ) ) Thank you!

Dear Donna, Thank you so much. As I'd mentioned, it's a theme of mine, I love finding that one thing or few things that are the "oh my god, this man or woman is beautiful. It's based on one (or several) revelation(s) of seeing some one "plain" and then there is this discovery period when you start to see all this beauty and in a way that lasts so much longer than "love at first sight". Thank you again, I've never been 100% confident about this piece so I'll rethink it and try to find a home for it. As Alison says sometimes we're just not confident enough to put things out there but with her, and your encouragement, maybe I'll give it a go.

Thank you Joss, thank you for commenting.

Thank you too Marina!

Craig Sorensen ha detto...

That is amazing, Isabel. I've been in a side discussion with a friend about attraction, and how most people have certain attributes that appeal to them when they first see someone.

One of the grandest things is to have that challenged; the opening of our minds to new possibilities.

Expanding our perception of beauty.

Isabel Kerr ha detto...

HI Craig, thank you so much too.

Maybe it's experience (hahahahaha I know I'm not getting away with that euphemism for age) but I notice so many more beautiful attributes in people now. Eye color has become fascinating. Shape, color, texture, have become traits to explore in developing a character and I'm identifying so much more with how we look at people. Really looking carefully. Really seeing without prejudice.

In characterization, I imagine falling in love with some little thing about someone. One example is the crescent shaped birthmark on the wife's neck in The Kite Runner, for instance.

As far as how most people have certain attributes that appeal to them when they first see someone. I find this list constantly expanding and as Alison says, I'm finding something to like in everyone.

Why are we attracted to someone? I often find it's his or her mind/spirit that get me, I am most attracted to people who are fairly intense and I can have long conversations with, if they have some physical attribute I like too, more's the better, but then again I might just find one. ; )

Thanks again Craig.

Donna ha detto...

Isabel--I wasn't sure if this was already published. Send it out NOW :-)!

Isabel Kerr ha detto...

Did I say thank you Donna? I can't say it enough.

Thank you.

Jeremy Edwards ha detto...


Craig Sorensen ha detto...

Donna said: I wasn't sure if this was already published. Send it out NOW.

Hear, hear!

Isabel Kerr ha detto...

Grazie mille, Jeremy!!!