February of 2004
Any place, any time was perfect to make love. Josh and I had a literally turned into two animals that needed each other constantly. We were addicted to each other´s bodies. Always ardent and sweaty when we were with each other. When he penetrated me so hard and looked passionately into my eyes, he made me feel like a goddess. Our joining was perfection.
At work, we tried to act normal, but our lascivious glances and coy smiles gave us away. We worked late every day, which gave us the perfect excuse to stay at the office when everyone else was gone, and do it on top of the copy machine. God! I loved that man! I loved him with all my heart.
Once I asked him to go with me to one of my friend Joana´s art shows. Most of my friends would be here and it would be the first time they saw me with Josh. This would show we were serious.
For the occasion, I chose a vintage style navy blue dress and tan flats. Josh was taken aback by the change.
“Where´s my femme fatale?” He asked laughing.
“She stayed at the office” I replied as I slid into a raincoat matching my shoes. “I’d forgotten how comfortable it is not to wear high heels!” I laughed.
We almost decided to stay at his apartment making love instead of looking at Joana´s paintings. Josh got really turned on by that dress and I let him finger me in the hall.
“Wait, wait... stop Josh...”
“Come on... just a little more...”
“I promised her we would go... stop...” I moaned with pleasure.
“You want me to stop?” He asked his bright blue eyes wide and playful, lustful.
“Not really,” I answered biting his fleshy lips, “but I did promise. We will leave soon and I will be all yours for the rest of the night.”
“You´re so wet... Do you think you can wait?”
“And you?” I asked, wrapping my fingers around his rock-hard erection.
Joana was a well reputed artist and a tireless traveler. Her exhibition was crowded with some very peculiar people. Walking into the gallery, you could breathe in the art. Her abstract painting filled each corner of the room, contributing to create an air of casualness to the sober, austere, decoration of the place.
A waiter offered us champagne and we walked, hand in hand, around the gallery admiring the paintings, though our minds were fixed on one word: Sex. Actually, two words: Wild Sex. It was becoming an obsession for both of us.
“You came!” exclaimed Joana, as Josh and I exchanged playful glances. She had been talking to a pair of young, heavily bearded guys who seemed startled at being left so abruptly. It looked like Joana had drunk a bit too much bubbly.
“I´d promised,” I said, winking at her, “let me introduce Josh Parker.”
“Josh. Pleased to meet you! Paula has been raving about you.”
“It´s a pleasure Joana. Love your paintings” Josh complimented her with a boyish smile.
“He´s so handsome!” Joana whispered in my ear. Josh obviously heard. He smiled and lowered his hand to my butt, caressing it shamelessly.
As Joana told us about her projected travels to Paris for the next two presentations, an amazingly attractive man joined us. Green almond eyes, partially hidden under a shock of auburn hair, studied me. He had a beautiful smile and charming dimples on his cheeks, very manly with a well-cared three-day beard. He had an athletic build, much like Josh, but he was taller and therefore more imposing.
“Matthew. You´re leaving already?” Joana slurred a bit, as she placed her hands on his strong shoulders.
“Sorry, I have to be at an appointment at seven thirty tomorrow morning.” He looked at me curiously.
“I´m so rude!” apologized Joana, “this is Matthew Hawkins. Matthew, this is Paula and Josh.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Matthew took my hand gently.
I felt a surge of electricity as his skin touched mine, curious and magical at the same time. I looked sideways at Josh, hoping he wouldn´t notice my blushing as I was introduced to my friend´s friend.
“Likewise,” I answered almost in unison with Josh.
“It irks me that you look at others with desire Paula...” Josh whispered hotly in my ear as we made love furiously in the gallery’s bathroom.