Fatima's Surprise

[Guest]

Molded to the soft curves of her back, his hands around her... gently cupping and massaging her breasts, their bodies joined...
The euphoria of orgasm, quickly gives way to sleep...

"Wake up darling...wake up...."
Warm words against his lips.

He opens his eyes and smiles. His head feels clear of fever for the first time in days.
He draws her face to his own and kisses her.

"God your beautiful."
She steps away and spins around. She's wearing a short skirted outfit that shows off her figure to perfection...white silk blouse cut low, a hint of curving bosom showing...the fragrance of her perfume is like fresh air.

"It's nearly eight...I thought I'd let you sleep till dinner time."
She bent close, his eyes traveled hungrily into the shadows between her breasts.
"Can you eat a lobster, poor man. They have very good ones downstairs."

Suddenly he realised just how hungry he was...

"GOD YES!...I'm starving!...Let's go!"

 

[ariosto]

OOC...That was me!

 

[soliloquy]

Fatima chatted merrily over lobster and wine. She knew she must be grinning from ear to ear. David made her feel alive and happy.

There were a few other couples in the dining room, and a family of four. The children were no more than eight and were running the parents ragged. The dining room smelled of seafood and potpourri, and the tables had lighthouse candles as centerpieces.

They finished their meal as Fatima told stories of Sarajevo and her home town. David listened attentively. A pang of homesickness hit her, and David seemed to notice it. He grabbed her hand softly and ran his thumb over her knuckles. She smiled and leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you for coming with me, David." Squeezing his hand, she slipped into silence beside him. The waitress cleared their dishes and laid down the check, but they remained in silence.

It was nice to find someone to have a quiet moment with comfortably.

"I was wondering if you would like to go to the lighthouse tonight. The weather report looks good for stargazing and looking out over the waters."

 

[ariosto]

The lighthouse at Passaic Point hadn't been in use for over 40 years. Not old enough to be made a national landmark the community had turned it into a park where nighttime assignations were not at all unknown.

Fatima led him past the locked gate and down a trail that led to a well used break in the fence...
"You've been here before."

She looked back over and smiled.
"My secret." she whispered.

There was no need for whispering it turned out for on this night oddly enough they seemed to be the only couple in the park.

He spread the balnket at the foot of the old red brick tower where they could look out over the Atlantic and the starry sky above.
Fatima poured the wine and snuggled close.
"This is nice isn't it, David."

"Oh yes, very nice...it's wonderful."

 

[soliloquy]

They looked out over the ocean, admiring the beauty of the stars, the sea, the magic of nature. They shared childhood memories and Fatima shared with him, for the first time, stories of her home before the war.

He listened attentively, and Fatima found that she had been droning on about Bosnia and her family for nearly an hour. She paused, and kissed his cheek. "You are a kind, gentle man. You've let me babble your ear off!"

She set her wine down and looked into his eyes. "What magic pulled you into my life?"

She was beginning to be very bold in her declarations to this man, the man who had so shortly ago been but a stranger and a nuisance. She felt him tense a bit, and wondered if she should be more cautious with her words...

 

[ariosto]

"I think it was an add in the paper for a 'Tidy one bedroom apartment on the lower East Side at an AFFORDABLE price."
He laughed and she kissed him.
The last vestiges of the fever had left and the night seemed amazingly cool and fresh. Her kiss tingled on his lips even after she sat up, hugging her knees and looking out to sea.
In the far distance the lights of passing ships could be made out bound in for the East River Docks of New York or bound out for...well for anywhere.

"Let's go somewhere Fatima."
She turned around a small sad smile on her face.
"We are someplace...don't you like it?"

"Oh I mean someplace FAR away!...Paris, or Spain, or Brazil, or...."
He was warming up to the idea.
"...at least somewhere that doesn't have malaria!"

He sat up and slipped his arm around her waist, his breath warm against her ear.
"I wonder where those ships are bound to."

She didn't answer, her mind was a thousand miles away.