He Was Singing Love Songs

I saw him. He was sitting on the other side of the room watching the game. There was something about the way his body moved. The sound of his voice. The softness in his eyes. I wanted him. I wanted to press my body hard against his. I wanted to hear him call out my name. I wanted to love him until he begged for mercy. I wanted to own him.

I stood against a wall drinking my rum and coke and watching him. He eventually looked up and noticed me. His eyes caught mine for a few seconds then with the guarded glance of a man that didn’t want to offend, he carefully checked out the rest of me. A little shiver of pleasure went through me when our eyes met for the second time. The look in his eyes mirrored my own. It was a look I haven’t seen for quite awhile. I’d almost forgotten. Suddenly feeling a little shy I looked away.

He looked back at the TV screen but he was only half watching the game. I turned to get another drink, a shot of confidence. I could feel him watching as I walked out of the room. My hips swayed just a little more than usual. I shook out my hair then glanced over my shoulder. Oh yeah, he was watching and he was liking it.

I returned with my drink and sat down beside him. We discussed the game but our hearts weren’t into it. Another drink and a short conversation later I reached out and lightly touched his knee. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear and his hand stopped just below my chin. I saw some uncertainty. I took his hand and kissed it. He leaned in closer to me. I don’t know how long we kissed because there was no more time.

I hesitated slightly as seventeen years, two kids, and some promises disintegrated. Another empty glass and I was young again. There were no mouths demanding to be fed. No laundry waiting in the hall. No mortgage payments, grocery shopping, dentist appointments…

The empty glasses on the table were a memory when he pressed me against the wall. I pressed back harder, pushing him against the opposite wall. He moaned softly when my hand went down the front of his pants. I’m not sure where we left our clothes. I fell asleep listening to the sound of rain on the roof and his heavy breathing. There were no regrets, only a feeling that I was more alive than I have been in a very long time.

I listened as he showered. Content happy sounds were echoing off the bathroom walls. He was smiling when he came in to tell me goodbye.

“I have to go. I’ll miss the train.”

I smiled and shook my breasts at him.

“I’ll try and come home early” he promised then paused for a second at the door. “We haven’t done that like that since…”

“The old green couch” I told him.

I heard him singing love songs as he walked out the door.

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