|I had arrived at the park early and was waiting to meet my girlfriend for a picnic lunch when a man sat on the park bench next to me. I was surprised but not alarmed. Taking a look at him, I thought, hmm . . . dark brown curly hair, dark blue twinkling eyes with small crinkles at the corners, nice broad shoulders and narrow hips, dressed in form-fitting dark blue slacks and a crisp white shirt, looks to be tall, about 6 feet; not bad.
He turned to me and said with a faint foreign accent "beautiful day, isn't it?"
"Yes it is", I replied
"I haven't seen you here before."
"I'm waiting to meet a friend for a picnic lunch"
"Boyfriend or Girlfriend?" he asked.
"Oh. Well in that case, come, walk with me."
It was the middle of the day in a busy city park. How much trouble could I get into?
"OK, but only for a short walk." I said
We headed down the path and he took me along the babbling creek, stopping after a few hundred feet under a large spreading oak that was just beginning to leaf out.
He turned to me and said, "It's so beautiful here . . . Did you know you have beautiful eyes--forest green with specks of amber and gold?"
"Yes it is beautiful and thank you for the compliment."
He drew closer and appeared to study me intently for a moment, a quizzical expression in his blue gaze. Then, I felt his finger along my jaw in the slightest of gentle caresses, tilting my chin up. "You have sad eyes; who has hurt you, love?" Not waiting for a response, he murmured, "I want to take away the pain." His head lowered to mine and his lips, soft as rose petals, brushed mine once, twice, three times, as gently as butterfly wings.
I moved closer and put my arms around his neck. Sensing my response, his mouth covered mine and the kiss deepened. He tasted faintly of coffee and cinnamon and smelled of soap, expensive cologne and warm man. I felt his tongue and a soft sigh escaped me as I opened my mouth. Hands at my back and waist, he crushed me to him and I felt the furnace-like heat of his body as he molded my every curve to him. Or was it my heat? Then, his tongue was licking, tasting, probing, relentlessly and I kissed him back, our tongues meeting. He was kissing me as if he'd like to consume me and my hands were at the nape of his neck, playing with his silky, springy curls and drawing his mouth closer, deeper, wanting more of him. Suddenly I felt as if all the breath had been sucked out of my body; my knees were weakening and I was having trouble maintaining my balance. Heat gathered and coiled low in my belly. Sensing my unsteadiness, he clutched me even closer, hands stroking my lower back and thighs, and I felt something hard against my belly.
Just then, I heard a high pitched feminine voice. Oh shit, I almost forgot.
"There you are....I've been looking all over for you. Come along so the ants don't eat our lunch."
Blushing with embarassment at having been caught in a passionate embrace, I disentangled myself and said. "Sorry, I have to go with my friend."
"Who is that?" my friend asked once we were out of earshot.
"I don't know his name" I replied truthfully but regretfully.
"Are you insane, letting a complete stranger kiss you? He was cute, but he looked like he was about to ravish you. Good thing I came along when I did."
"Yeah, thanks alot," I muttered in reply.
We finished our lunch as I told my friend what happened.
"Let's go look for him, maybe he's still here." my friend said when we had finished lunch.
We walked all over but there was no sign of him anywhere.
He kissed me and I didn't even know his name and I'll never see him again, my beautiful stranger with the sparkling blue eyes full of laughter.
He did take away the pain, if only for a moment.
He kissed me and then was gone . . . and I wanted more.
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