Take Me Away

The way her blonde hair laid on her glistening forehead was striking in the dim light of the bedroom. Her blouse and skirt, long since discarded after the days work, sat in a retired pile near the foot of the bed. As we lie there together in the cool silence, she teasingly caressed me, giggling to herself at the coldness of my body on her finger tips.

“I just cant wait to simply get away from it all...,” she half whispered, leaving it unclear whether I was the intended audience of her musings. As if speaking to the room itself, she continued to regal the stillness of the evening with the myriad trials and tribulations of her day. Her dissatisfaction with her marriage. The daily struggles of keeping the kids fed and the house in working order.

I laid there silently next to her as she continued to enumerate the lexicon of highs and lows in her life, all the while her fingertips continuing to the trace the curves of my body. At times frowning, others smiling, the memories poured out from her in a wistful and detached voice.

Suddenly, her eyes snapped into focus. Staring intently at me, she half pouted, “When are you going to take me away from all this?”

Slowly reaching out across the sheets, she then deftly gripped the firmness of my body, gently stroking my shaft with her fingers as she shyly chewed the corner of her lip. After a few moments, a look of silent resolution crept onto her face. Gripping me more intently, she delicately licked her lips, hesitantly taking me into her mouth. A faint moan escaped her lips, as she gently closed her eyes.

And then she pulled the trigger...