Saturday, November 8, 2008

Caress

It was another of those stuffy company dinners, which he had long grown tired of. But he had to attend, as much as he disliked it, he had to pretend that he fully enjoyed it. And he had to pretend to be in love with this woman next to him, the very reason he became the symbol of success, but also the very reason for the tiresome night.
In public they were a very much adoring couple, they held hands, they stared into each other's eyes, but deep in each other's hearts, were hatred and pure dislike.
As the entertainment began and proceeded in front of him, he continued with this pretense of enjoyment; he rolled his head in laughter, clapped his hands in perfect glee; and he looked sideways at his wife, as if sharing the mirth.
The he saw her, across from his table, cupping her mouth with both hands as she laughed, head thrown back in glee. She was a picture of happiness. Her hair cropped short, short and shiny held in place with a diamante tiara, her smooth long neck accentuated by shoulder dusters hanging from her ears. She wore a silk versace dress that hung from her shoulders exposing the smooth white skin that ran down her long straight back.
He remembered stroking that neck, kissing it, each kiss moving lower down her neck as he undid her back of her dress; and how from playfully pushing him away, she began to let him continue, holding her breath as she struggled to contain the pleasure of every kiss. He remembered how she had held the tips of his fingers, caressing them softly, drawing his fingers to the mouth as she began to kiss each of his fingers. He remembered the warmth of her mouth, the fullness of her lips, and how he pushed back her hair from her forehead, dampened with sweat afterwards. Reluctantly she had gathered her dress together, covering herself as she pulled herself up from the sofa.
He smiled to himself as he remembered the smell of her skin, the scent on her perfume on his hands, the warmth of her body against his.
"What are you smiling about?" an icy voice broke his thoughts as his wife saw the dreamy gaze and the knowing smile.

1 comment:

engow said...

Nice but this paragraph "He remembered how she had held the tips of his fingers, caressing them softly, drawing his fingers to the mouth as she began to kiss each of his fingers. He remembered the warmth of her mouth, the fullness of her lips, and how he pushed back her hair from her forehead, dampened with sweat afterwards. Reluctantly she had gathered her dress together, covering herself as she pulled herself up from the sofa." --- TOO ABRUPT. It would be better with a little bit of elaboration & somewhat a connecting line, something like that.

I dont mean 18SX type but it felt dangling, the umph not there yet.
Only 2 cents opinion.