An Ecstatic Rendezvous
By David Russell
Blurb:
In An Ecstatic Rendezvous, our
nameless male is described as a narcissist from the start with a perfect gym
body to match. He is so into himself that he dresses up in 50′s style swimwear and poses in front of a mirror. He even strips his
clothing off as he watches himself in the mirror. But eventually he tires of
the solo performance and searches for a woman on his level, and meets Sandra.
Our protagonist is serious about role
playing. Before meeting up with Sandra, he lets her in on his 50′s era fantasy and even coordinate outfits over the phone, right down
to the ironed linen underwear. When they do meet, they role play like it is a
real beach party scene from a 50′s movie, complete with a couple’s beauty contest.
Russell was not kidding when he said the
protagonist was a narcissist. I found humor in the lengths he makes to play out
his fantasy, both alone and with Sandra. Excellently written – this was very
much an ecstatic rendezvous, and a short story worth reading!
Excerpt:
Her aura, spiced by her exquisite scent, so
full and strong, was really driving me wild, my breath heating, my juices
simmering. The whole scenario was quite overwhelming. The moment for the grand
ceremony had come. I took her by the hand and lifted her to stand facing me.
“We’ll have a romantic undress,” I said.
“The prelude for our symphony,” she said.
“As an impassioned Mozartian—and I assume
you are, too—I just love well-orchestrated sonatas of love! I’ve been yearning
for someone with your finesse, dreaming about it for ages!”
I had chosen non-laced shoes to avoid any
possibility of fumbling, my jacket and socks were no trouble, and I placed all
the garments aside of the main action area to be. Then, Sandra skilfully
thumbed my buttons and peeled off my shirt and vest, feeling the muscles of my
torso and my arms as she did so. I stood before her, proud in my tight black
bikini briefs.
Her face lit up. “Oh, darling, you’ve got
such a wonderful physique, I’m so proud of my catch!”
“I’ll do the same for you, so for the next
stage of revelation, let me take your blouse off first.”
It was off-the-shoulder, flimsily, casually
and alluringly worn. The motion of my quivering thumbs echoed the firmness. The
three pearl buttons undid with ease to make a gracious parting. Then, my hands
went under its top, and eased it off to reveal her glorious firm sun-tanned
shoulders and her willowy back.
“Okay, part two. Now, I’ll undo your
skirt.” I peeled the zip along very slowly with my left, feeling her hips as I
did and edged it down, with my hands smoothing her bottom and then squeezing
her firm thighs. Sandra gave a knowing smile and a giggle.
“Is that nice?” This was the next delicious
stage of revelation, to see the full shape of her legs. I love elastic-topped
stockings—so much more alluring without suspenders. I touched their tops and
felt her firm flesh beneath them. Her thighs and calves had an absolute sensual
iridescence.
“Now, off with them, darling. I want to see
your lovely legs as they really are.” The stockings looked so delicate, I
didn’t want to risk laddering them. Sandra had to do that with her faultless
firm but delicate hands. Supremely at ease with her aura, she lowered them with
tender, loving care. Now, with matching caresses, we felt each other’s thighs
and calves.
“It’s great that we’ve kept up our fitness
routines in anticipation of the big day,” she said. “You don’t drink beer
either, do you? I really appreciate that.”
Her silky white briefs gleamed with
promise— their own special luminosity—it felt a ballerina’s pirouetting, but
frozen motionless.
As the tactile sensations built up, my
breath was heavy with suspense, laden with the weight of long-repressed desire,
at last so blissfully released.
“Now, darling, remember all your favourite
scenes on film and video. You’re going to re-enact all your star idols’ peak moments
when you desperately ached to be there in the middle of the action. Now, we’re
going to be our own celebrities and super-directors, bringing all those lovely
visions beaming into real life. This scene is going to make the perfect fusion
of the boudoir and the beach. We’re going to enter the deep embrace of the
ocean of love. Our fantasy beach, our fantasy sea, is beckoning us. Let’s put
on our bathing costumes now. I’m a turn-on in briefs, and you are in that
gorgeous underwear, so let’s go on to the next pieces of costumery.”
Purchase Link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/An-Ecstatic-Rendezvous
Publisher Link: www.devine destinies.com
Now there's something different! Can't say it strikes a chord with some-one whose shape is way less than perfect, but it does intrigue me. I wonder where it is going? I guess I'm going to have to buy it and find out...
ReplyDeletePerhaps you will. :) Thanks for stopping by, Jacqueline.
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