Savor the Moment

Reader Warning: not for under 18 years of age: Erotica : one of my first pieces written for a book editor as a diverse sample away from financial writing

Sylvia and I got back to my apartment about 30 minutes later and she kicked off her shoes while I made some tea. No more taint of alcohol when about to embark on the intimacy of opening the sweet, wet envelope. Savor the moment, is the rule you need to live by. When you age, you look back on life and reminisce about all the opportunities you let slip away. Some with regret, a few with satisfaction. Savor the moment.

I recall the night from my youth spent in the backseat at the drive-in movie with a beautiful girl from Ohio, Lori. Every guy’s dream. I was 16. She had come to my birthday party and I barely knew her. I wanted to know everything about her the minute I saw her. She was new to the area, having recently moved to Florida. I had no idea that Ohio could produce such a girl, embodied as every-man's California dream. She was a cute, perky blond with a nice tan. She said her preacher, in Ohio, told her the devil lived at the drive-in movie theater. I chuckled as I told her we should try to find this hiding place. Every guy’s dream. I could not believe my good fortune, yet I squandered it. She played the aggressor. I had picked her up and drove us to the drive-in theatre. As we arrived, she climbed over the stick shift into the backseat and asked if I was going to join her. I obliged. We must have kissed for hours. Savor the moment.

I had been pretty inexperienced until then so I forced myself to become a quick study. I mimicked her moves. She kissed wet and softly and I replied in like manner. She ploughed into me, I pushed back into her. Her wet lips created the only communication between us for the next hour. There were times it felt as though she would devour my face, pushing her tongue deep into me. I felt overwhelming, instantaneous lust growing within my pants, as if I would explode if I didn’t climb on top of her soon. She wasn’t shy. She purposely glanced down at my tight jeans, revealing the ever increasing bulge. Smiling, she moved over to sit on my lap. As she was straddling me, rocking her hips, I responded, pushing my swollen member toward her as intensely as possible given that we were in a back seat of a small car. I kissed her neck as she leaned over on me, opening the view of her chest. I wanted to touch every inch of her. I reached up to grab her hair and pull her face away from me and she squealed with delight. I was trying to take control of her lips against mine, but had no idea it would bring her pleasure. Savor the moment.

It had grown dark by now, though the moonlight offered a special glow to the car’s interior. She was wearing a pink blouse with these large, bulging cap sleeves that I stupidly said looked like butterfly wings. I told her I was afraid she was going to fly away so maybe she should take it off. A stupid guy afraid to make his move. She said she couldn’t take it off without taking off her pants because she was wearing a bodysuit. A bodysuit? In my boy’s dream, her jeans were in the floorboard of my car before I understood what was happening. I watched in awe, then slowly unzipped my jeans. As I rose up to my knees to pull them down, I saw laid out before me the most lovely creature on God’s earth. Savor the moment. She was instructing me that there were snaps in the crotch of her bodysuit and gently guided my hand to them between her legs. Unsnapped, I slowly pulled back the material. Her tan-lines were quickly revealed because she wore no panties beneath. I must have froze for what seemed like hours to look at her. The hair was golden like the hair on her head. I choked when I saw the mound of it in the moonlight. I could not breathe. I started to rush so fast when I felt her gift below me that I was consumed with guilt. I wanted to make it special and thought only to have her turn on her side to “spoon” like some story I had read. I tried to be gentle and affectionate in this spooning position, kissing her shoulders, but her perfect ass against me soon brought to full glory my lustful feelings. I placed myself between her thighs from behind and reached up under her top to caress her soft breast. I felt the nipple, erect and harder than the surrounding skin. She shivered when I touched it. I almost giggled to have this power at my finger tips. I then reached down to feel her moist lips below the damp hair. They became wetter as I caressed her so I kept it up. She slightly arched her back, leaning the back of her neck against mine, as I kissed her shoulder. I pushed my fingers inside her wondering how deep they would go. I pulled my fingers out and grabbed myself, pushing my erection against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. I entered her and continued to rub, within seconds we were drenched in some slimy, wet secretions. The most fantastic mess ever created. Savor the moment.

Instantly and without speaking we both sat up and looked around. The movie was over. Most of the other cars had gone. Workers were picking up garbage not far from my car. She said we had better go. We dressed, I started the car and pulled out. Nothing was said for quite awhile on the trip to take her home. New lust is unspeakable. I turned on the music of the car radio and asked what she was doing tomorrow. I did not really care what she said, I was trying to break the silence. I wanted to see her again and as we got closer to her home I suggested we see what would be playing next weekend. She said that would be fine as I walked her to the door. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said her father was watching before I could voice my complaint. When I got home, I went to the bathroom, stripped down to get ready for bed and looked at myself. I became erect from the memory, I rubbed my hands over it and smelled them. My hands smelled like the most beautiful fragrance ever invented. Salty and delicious at the same time. I was a virgin, mind you, this was my first full-blown experience. I had made out a few times with a coworker in a closet at the pizza shop on my first job, each time getting closer to enjoying the youthfulness she offered me. I had also once felt a lustful push against the flimsy material between myself and a summer girlfriend as we groped each other at a pool party one afternoon. This time was different, this time was pure love. A blond, tanned goddess of a girl that had stepped out of my father’s closet full of Playboys, right off the page of one of those magazines and into my backseat. She was perfect and the experience was one to savor.

I did see her the next weekend. We went to the walk-in movies at her suggestion and did not even kiss. It was a movie with Robert Redford that she wanted to see when I probed her for the reason for the change of plans. I spent the whole movie wondering if I would ever enjoy her heavenly gifts again. I thought of all the places to stop the car on the way home for the second attempt. I had bought and brought protection this time. Maybe she would not want to fool around for fear of getting pregnant. How could I tell her that I had planned it better this time and it would be safe? Maybe she was on her period and we had dodged the bullet from the previous weekend. New lust is unspeakable. When we left we made small talk about the movie and I leaned in as she let me kiss her in the car. Just a little. This was encouraging. I found the perfect spot by a lake on the way to her home. Pulled to a stop and kissed her again. She made some silly comment about the other car there, that we should spy on them. I tried to kiss her again and she told me she had a boyfriend. They had just met at her school. I started the car and drove her home. She said she hoped I was not angry and she had really enjoyed getting to know me. I walked her to the door and got a deep, wet, passionate kiss, goodnight, as if to say thanks and good bye. I guess her father was not watching.

I brought Sylvia the tea and lotion to rub her feet, a washcloth an towel too. I had put my jazz playlist on the Sonos, playing Hiroshima’s, “Save Yourself for Me”, turned the lights down low, leaving a single candle burning on the marble coffee table. Savor the moment. She drank a sip of tea then stood up to take off her pantyhose, exposing her feet. I washed them first with a nice warm, white wash cloth and toweled them off as she reclined on the couch, tea in hand. With her feet on the towel in my lap, I poured a little of the Nivea lotion in my hands and started rubbing it into her tired sore feet. Savor the moment. Where I was sitting I had the perfect vantage point to see the magic world where her thighs meet. What a tremendous sight for my sad, tired eyes. No rushing now, I take my time to make it as delightful as possible. Life is meant to be felt, to be seen, to be tasted, be heard and to be smelled. The only drama I want is to hear moaning from the pleasure of making her feel loved. From her feet, I moved up to her calves and then to the thighs, like working on opening a tightly wrapped present. First the bow and then the paper. You don’t rip open the present when the gift giver is watching, you take your time to honor their gift. She can hardly contain herself as I massage her soft skin. She places her tea on the end table and gives me a kiss while unbuttoning my shirt. I’m going to try and enjoy this, I tell myself. She then asked me what I do for a living. I tell her that I’m an appliance salesman. No one understands derivatives anyway so this is one of many occupations that I offer to keep conversation simple. She looks around as she stands up, steps out of her dress, then says, … “ You must sell a lot of them.” I almost laugh out-loud but stifle it so as not to spoil the mood. She lays back on the couch with her olive skin on full display, wearing only some tight, black boy-shorts now. I rub the lotion on her legs around the shorts and up onto her abdomen, sliding my finger under the elastic waist of the shorts. She takes the lotion from me and squirts some onto her breasts that look as though they have seen the sun on a few occasions. She then takes my hand and tells me to massage them. I start to straddle her but she stops me to unzip my trousers. In my mind I think to stop and hang them up, my mother would say these are some dang, expensive pants and I should not just throw them on the floor. They drop to the floor. Savor the moment. I massage her breasts as she reaches into my boxers to return the favor. We kiss, the scotch kicks in and I spin in a delirium of explosive feelings for this woman beneath me. She becomes my savior as I forget the pain of my life. Savor the moment.