Reverie

I’ve stood in this line-up before, many times, passing the time by flipping through sensationalistic magazines or by skimming through the apps on my phone. Today is the day before Thanksgiving though, and the grocery store line-up is a mile long. Well, practically. I’d already used up my usual amusements, and there is no end in sight. Sighing, resigning myself to waiting, I gaze around me.

The mass of people around me provide some entertainment. The usual scene of mothers arguing with children, people staring blankly into space, baskets filled with containers of yogurt or bags of chips or five frozen pizzas. Whatever seemed necessary at the time.

Then my gaze lands on her. She is standing a few feet to my left, in another line, and it feels like now that I’ve seen her, I can’t look away. She’s ahead of me, slightly, and so I can only see her profile at first. Long, dark hair falling past shoulders that frame a perfect body. She is dressed simply, in a light cotton dress with skinny straps, fitting for the warm day. And as she shifts a bit, pushes her hair further over her shoulder, I catch a glimpse of her face. Her lips are full and glimmered from some sort of gloss. Her large eyes, green, I think, are framed by thick dark lashes, and despite the boredom in her gaze, they are beautiful.

She shifts again, as her line moves forward, but still I am riveted. I feel a thrust of desire, unexpected, come over me as I watch her. I’ve never felt that instant need before, and it leaves me shaken. I want her.

I picture how it could be. I can walk over, introduce myself. I imagine that she smiles at me, and puts her hand on my arm. Her skin is soft, smooth. I can almost smell her perfume, or what I imagine it to be...something subtle, but fresh. In that moment, when we touch, we both feel it. That electricity that comes, rarely, and makes you feel as though magic has happened. That fire that stirs through your whole body, and leaves you wanting. And here it is, happening in the grocery line.

We smile at each other then, recognizing what had happened, and what we need. Our groceries fall to the floor, abandoned, and although others in line stare at us, we are oblivious. I take her hand, still soft but hot now, and we move swiftly through the doorway, escaping into the parking lot. No where to go...our cars are too far to walk to, too public for what we want. Instead, I pull her toward the side of the building, where it is cool, private.

I can hear her breathing now, and my own breath is coming faster and faster, as my body knows that soon...soon, we can touch. We’re in the shadows now, hidden between the tall brick of the building and the thick hedge surrounding the building. Here. Finally.

Spinning around, I push her up against the cool brick, thrilled to be able to touch her skin, breathe in her scent. My hands roam over her, up her arms, tantalized by the thin straps of her dress, then down, over her hips. Her eyes are closed now, but her hands reach up, traveling the same route on my body as I am on hers.

I sigh, lean in, wanting to taste that mouth, to feel those lips on mine. I hear her moan as I kiss her, and I flick my tongue across her lips, tasting. She’s pulling me now, wanting more, her hands moving over me, restless. I let my hands trail up her arms again, then, slowly, down over her breasts. The thin cotton of her dress doesn’t hide the fact that she’s not wearing a bra, and my body tightens in response. Her nipples are hard under my thumbs, as I gently, and then not so gently, squeeze her breasts.

Her breath is panting now. She grabs one of my hands, and guides it down her body. With one of her hands she lifts the skirt of her dress, and I hold my breath as she guides my hand down, over the thin edge of fabric, to where I can feel the heat and desire flowing from her. I press closer, cupping my hand over her, my breath exploding now as I feel her pulsing beneath me. My body is pressed to hers, and her hands are on my back now, nails digging into me as she pulls me closer.

Our hearts are pounding, the need is pressing, and I slowly move my hand, thrilling to feel the hot moisture under my hand. My other hand grasps her breast, and, pulling her dress down over her shoulder, and I bend my lips to suck her pink nipple.

She is panting now, pressing against me, eyes closed with her head back against the building. She is open, waiting, for what I can give her. She reaches up to me and I...

A tap on my shoulder jolts me.

“Excuse me, miss,” a polite voice interrupts me from behind.

I’m dazed, unaware of my surroundings, and I look around me confusedly. I’m in line in the grocery store. The person behind me is gesturing to the line that has moved beyond me.

My heart is pounding. I take a breath, and look around. There she is, standing placidly in line, waiting her turn. I glance back at the lady behind me and smile shakily, taking a another breath to centre myself, to clear my thoughts of pulsing desire and hot flesh.

“Right, sorry,” I told her, shuffling forward. “I guess I was daydreaming.”

And what a dream it was.