Houdini

“Are you leaving soon, darling?” She cringes at herself for asking, the idea he will vanish without forewarning causes a knot in her belly.  “I may do a Houdini on you sweetness but I will be back as soon as I can, don’t you go anywhere, besides I am not done ravaging you, I want to stick a fork in you and eat you up piece by piece, LOL” must be an Indian thing, she thinks, she can’t imagine any American asking if he could eat her in such a fashion, maybe he hasn’t seen silence of the lambs yet, she contemplates... “like osmosis” he continues. Hm, phew, much better... 

“With a glint in her eye her fingers hovering above the keys she mimes typing in anticipation, then with a fiendish smile she begins; “I wonder what you taste like? Lifts up Yatish’s shirt and touches the tip of Betty’s tongue on Yatish’s tummy... yummy” His stomach is flat, she finds his belly button and circles her tongue around it, in an almost perfect line down to the top of his jeans sitting comfortably on his hips, is a smattering of hair, she feels his muscles tighten as she makes him quiver from the teasing caress of her tongue, her breath sending cool whispers across the damp labyrinth she has left behind, salt- he tastes like salt! He grabs her hair, pulling her head back, he needs a moment to regain his strength, she looks up at him with seductive, yet adoring eyes. He is her master and pawn, her fantasy turned reality, her dark side and her angel. Her smile is cheeky, he can take no more teasing, with one hand firmly holding her hair, his other hand unzips his jeans, then without wasting any time lets go of Betty’s hair, he knows she will do exactly what he desires, they are one body and one mind, bending space and time to become whole. Like a flawlessly conducted symphony his gasps of breath, his deep voice gently moaning in perfect time and harmony with every thrust of her head and lick of her tongue. 

“CRAP” She reads the word on the screen with alarm and dismay, “What?” She asks “My boss just walked in, I gotta go, wait for me Jaan” scrambling to find her own piece of reality, she types back “I have to go walk the dog but I will look for you when I get back, miss me, I miss you already”  before she can even hit enter, Yatish has left their chat window, poof, gone. Should she climb into her own bed and continue to embrace her Indian lover, should she sit and stare longingly at the computer, maybe his boss is just stopping by for a quick visit, she could occupy her time surfing the net, checking out airfares to Mumbai, maybe she could walk the dog he looks sort of sad these days and sometimes even confused or disgusted she thinks when he has observed her climaxing.

She rereads their conversation and notices how long they were chatting, how is it possible that so much time had passed? The chat takes only a few minutes to read, seems fitting considering her time with Yatish felt so fleeting yet it had been hours since she first logged on still half asleep. 

A wave of sadness washes over her, remembering how empty her bed felt that morning and how much she wanted beside her,  she knew that waking up to him would feel like an extension of her dreams. Envisioning him pressed up behind her, their bodies in the shape of a Z, it takes little imagination for her to feel his penis inside her, she slumps back in her chair her eyes are closed, with three fingers she grabs her pussy, OMG she needs him inside her so bad, she can not wait for him a moment longer, she thinks she will scream, within a few short minutes she has come to an orgasm, her body shaking, she is flushed, sweating, she has removed one breast from her bra, her legs are spread open. Wow, too many windows in this room she thinks, she hadn’t considered that the computer room would be used for such a purpose when she designed the house, she laughs at the idea of of this being a lesson at a school of architecture “when designing a home for a sex starved forty year old woman, addicted to the internet and going through a mid-life crisis, keep in mind the proximity and visibility of the home office” she imagines a mature gray haired professor stating. 

Her screen is black, asleep, she moves the mouse over the pad to wake up the computer, nothing, he is still away and she has no idea if she will see him that day or not. Time to walk the dog, she sighs.