"If I said you had a beautiful body
would you hold it against me?"

Funny how a stupid line like that can bring back a memory
so sweet that you can taste it.

At a time in my life when all had gone black and I
couldn't look in the mirror without hating the reflection …
He said that to me.

I laughed at him and kept on laughing at his overtures.
Refusing to believe that he was serious.
He never forced the issue although he told me many times
that he wanted me, relating how he wished to make
mad passionate love to me in lurid breathtaking detail.

I always left our cozy little coffee meetings with shaking legs and
thoughts spinning with images of us together.
Throughout the long months of winter he continued his
relentless campaign to win me to his bed.
Ever patient... ever present...
always looking at me with longing in his eyes.

He never failed to use that corny line from
the silly country song to make me smile.
" If I said you have a beautiful body would you
hold it against me? "

I wanted to hold my body against his desperately.
But...
I had too many walls built around me.
I was certain that eventually he would tire of his pursuit
and go away leaving me to my misery.
But he didn't go away.
He worked ever harder to pull me out of
the shell I'd built with such determination.

Spring came to the valley…
we took long walks along the river, hands clasped,
his constant gentle teasing buzzing in my ear.
The words tickled my libido with tantalizing images...
leaving me breathless
and my panties soaked with my own juices.

I was breaking down...
my need for him almost overwhelmed the fear at times...
but still fear had the greater hold on me.

One early spring day...
We went for a walk together on a quiet city street...
The sun low against our backs…
The world had taken on a golden quiet hush
It felt like we were the only two people in it.

Warm dusty air tickled my nose with the scent of lilacs,
the tang of beer from the pub, and hot pavement.
I rubbed my face against the scratchy surface of his jacket
and was rewarded with the sweet tang of sawdust.

As we were passing a storefront with pillars of brick across
an alcove that led to the front doors of a closed flower shop.
He drew me behind one of them pressing my back
to the stone as he assaulted my lips with kisses
that had me gasping and breathless in seconds.
His hands found their way under my shirt and cupped my
breasts...thumbs sanding the aching flesh relentlessly.

We were not alone on the street and I was shocked
at my own reluctance to stop this madness.
Rather I found myself swept up on
the crest of it...urging it, with whispered encouragements, to
greater heights. Muffling my selfconscious moans and
whimpers in the collar of his jacket.

He whispered in my ear...
Promised to bring me to orgasm right there and then
since I would not go to his apartment.
It was his desire to do that for me...
he knew how long I had denied myself.
The tickle of his hot breath on my neck sent shivers
down my spine to lance the heated center of my womb.

His fingers fumbled with and opened my pants.
His hand squirmed down into my jeans...
fingertips searching in the damp folds for the throbbing
bud of my clit. Finding me soaking wet to his touch,
He growled in my ear " You can't tell me you don't want this.
Your soaking pussy is evidence that you do."

Then those fingers began to twist and roll against my clit.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

On the sidewalk, couples and small groups passed, headed
to the theatre or the pub. They were oblivious to the couple
in the alcove whose embrace seemed innocent
at a casual glance.
I heard snippets of their conversations,
background to his murmur in my ear.

His lips firmly pressed to mine muffled my moans...
the thick tip of his tongue teased along my teeth.
Relentless, he stirred my pussy
while his upper body pressed me against the brick wall.

His words whispered of sweet release...
told me how much he wanted me to cum for him.
Calling me "Sweet Pussy"… " My hot wet cunt"...
endearments which would have offended me
had they come from another source but in that moment...
oh in that moment... they thrilled me.

His fingers squirmed into the quivering mouth of my pussy…
the heel of his hand ground against my clit.
My moans vibrated with desperation...Tremors raced
through my body as I raced headlong toward climax.

“Stop…hang on baby…hang on…
someone is coming...Hush baby...hush.”
His words caused me to stumble in my flight, slowing...
but not deterring my need to explode.

I heard someone with a cane moving slowly down the street.
The slow painful progress in the stillness of the evening
barely audible over the thundering of my heart.
His words urged me to wait …hold on...
do not cum until the old man had gone past.
But, his hand did not stop its bucking and plunging
against my melting cunt.

I clung to him the strength leaving my legs.
If he were not pressing me against the wall
I would have slid down it.
I bit my lip and struggled not to cry out.

The step…tap...step…tap
of the old man’s progress never increased or decreased.
I wanted to scream at him to go away…
hurry up…move faster…Run!!!

I whimpered in frustration, the hand changed rhythm
easing the heat to some minor degree.
“ Soon love.” His voice murmured. “ Hold on just a little
longer then you can cum as hard as you need to.”

For an agonizing eternity
the steps moved down the sidewalk behind us.
Tap...step...tap.. step.

“ Shush…soon now. Soon you will cum for me.”
He steadied me with his words and kept stirring
the fires in my aching pussy with busy fingers.

I was dizzy with the need to cum.
I thought the man was surely far enough away....
still he held me poised at the apex of my climax.
I would go mad if this kept up any longer.

" Does my sweet cunt want to cum for me?"

" Yesssss!!! OMG... please!"
the words left my lips as if I had been begging
to be allowed to cum all my life...
and they felt so right.

His hand drove hard into the depths of my clenching pussy
and his words ordered me to…” Now...cum for me now.”

His lips captured my cries,
his body held my orgasm-wracked body against the wall.
His hand grinding, plunging, digging at my womb,
drove me to cum harder than I ever had imagined possible.

For a long moment
after the final waves of pleasure had washed through me
we stood there in silence forehead pressed against forehead.

Our spirits joined in that golden instant
when his patience and persistence broke through
the barriers I’d erected with so much self-loathing.
On that day...we began an adventure of discovery
during which I learned to trust and to dare
to Dance on the edge of Life once more.