Marlena rolled her fingernails on the table as the melting ice
clinked in her glass- signalling that she had spent far too long
waiting for him to arrive. They had planned to meet at the Blue
Gator after work to catch up on some alone time that they well
deserved. But as with the times before, he was remarkably late
and she’d yet to receive a phone call to explain. Her increasing
irritation was apparent to the bartender, who began by first
serving Marlena amaretto sours, when the order quickly switched
to rounds of brandy.
She sat at a table far removed from the rest of the bar patrons.
She was content with the corner by herself, because the lack of
social interaction allowed her to stew in her own anger. The bar
was located on the second level floor and she sat surrounded by
tall window which overlooked the street below. The clouded
night sky shone darkly with loneliness. The neon lights of the bar
sign that hung in the window hummed and glowed a hazy orange,
and, strangely, furthered her melancholy. She let out a dejected
sigh as she gazed out the window and attempted to focus her
eyes completely; the alcohol was starting to take its effect.
She heard footsteps behind her and a hand snaked around her
and covered her eyes. “Guess who,” John said as he leaned in to
embrace her from behind. He sounded a little too smug for her
taste, considering she had been waiting for so long. Without even
bothering to give him eye contact or greet him, she removed
herself from his touch, stood and walked over to the ledge
jutting out from the surrounding windows. She held onto the
ledge to stop her slight teetering and in an attempt to ignore him,
she pretended to watch the cars pass on the street below.
Her sudden retreat left him confused and noting her
unhappiness, he cautiously walked over to her. “Did I do
something wrong?” he asked.
“I’m just so tired of this,” she said flatly, still avoiding eye contact.
“Tired of what?” he asked simply, his voice ringing of confusion
and concern, and lacking anger.
His eased tone surprised Marlena, who had expected an
argument. After a long, stressful day at work and her cold
approach, he had every reason to be combative. His lack of
defensiveness deflated her anger and she turned to look him in
the eyes.
She started slowly, not knowing exactly how to put her feelings
into words. “We used to be so close. But now, we hardly see each
other. And when we do, you’re distracted and elusive. I know
that you are busy with work; we both are. And I understand that
you can’t spend every waking minute doting on me. But…it’s just
that…I miss the power we used to have,” she said honestly.
John paused for a moment to let the meaning of her words sink
- It was true that he had been spending a lot of time at work
and when he got home his mind was still distracted. He still loved
her desperately and was kind to her, but his priorities had
changed over the past few months. He knew that he could
balance work and make their relationship important again. It was
this moment that he needed to see the truth of their situation.
“Okay,” he said in an understanding tone. “From now on, we spend
more time on us. For tonight, can we just forget about the past
and enjoy this moment?” he asked as he gently wiped away the
stray tears that fell from her eyes. He tucked a piece of hair
behind her ear.
Too overcome with emotion to speak, she nodded her head yes.
John smiled softly and placed a small kiss on her welcoming lips.
He pulled back to look at her, and seeing the forgiveness and love
in her eyes, he pulled her closer for a deeper, more passionate
kiss.
His moist lips glided along hers and he ran his warm tongue along
the recesses of her mouth. She felt herself melting into the
touch and the taste of him and she moaned softly.
Her quiet noises of approval spurred John on, and filling with
need for her, he lifted her by the waist and sat her on the
wooden window ledge. Her thighs clamped his hips tightly, pulling
him closer as they continued their oral exploration. She gasped
slightly as her back pressed against the cool glass of the window
behind her. Luckily for the enraptured couple, the bar was fairly
empty and they were far enough removed that their acts went
unnoticed by the remaining patrons.
John removed his right hand from its place on Marlena’s waist
and slowly trailed his fingers up her skirt and along her inner
thigh. Reaching her panties, he tucked two fingers inside and
dragged them along her sensitive lips.
Marlena’s breath caught as he placed his lips close to her ear and
in hushed tones asked, “Am I making you wet, baby?”
Before she could answer, John kissed her slowly and sensually,
removed his fingers and pulled her down from her ledge. Lost in
the sensations he created, Marlena stood at his complete mercy
and waited obediently for his next move.
He looked out the window behind her. Noticing something
interesting, he smiled and returned his attention to her. He
removed his trench coat and handed it to her. “It’s cool out,” he
said. “Put this on and I’ll meet you out front. I’m going to pay
your tab.”
Once outside, John grabbed her by the waist and guided her to
the crosswalk just ahead. As they stood waiting for the signal to
change, John stood behind her and reached his left hand into a
pocket of his overcoat which was now hanging on her shoulders.
The pocket was low and deep and allowed him to access to her
mound. He pressed his strong hand against her and began to make
small circles. His right hand worked around to grab her breasts.
Marlena arched into him, her head coming to rest on his
shoulder. It had been so long since she had felt like this and she
sank into the oblivion that was his touch. The overcoat, the
cover of night and the alcohol helped Marlena ignore the fact
that their private act was, in fact, being performed in public.
After crossing the street, John led her to a set of stairs that
descended to a level below the street. The lower level, once home
to a record store, now abandoned, was dark and secluded. John
had noticed it from the upper level of the bar. He surveyed their
surroundings, making sure no one was watching, and they
descended.
Reaching the lower level, John pressed her against the back wall
and kissed her deeply. She snaked her leg around his and pulled
him closer. His bulging groin pressed into her and the pressure
felt heavenly but she needed to feel skin contact. She raked her
nails under his shirt and up his chest, as he ripped open her shirt,
freeing her breasts. He took a breast with his mouth and swirled
his tongue around her sensitive nipple. He began to suck in
rhythm with his strong hands as they caressed her inner thighs.
She undid his jeans, pushed down his boxers and revealed him,
pulsating and hard. She began to move her hand against him,
dragging her nails along the underside of his dick. He peeled
down her panties and pushed her skirt around her waist.
Disregarding the formalities of complete undress, John slid
himself inside her slick, welcoming pussy and began to thrust in a
strong, steady rhythm.
Desperate and wild for him, Marlena bit his shoulder and moaned.
“Harder, oh please, harder.”
His urge matching hers, John held her by the hips and began
sharp, short thrusts into her. Their heavy pants and moans of
approval echoed amongst the bricked walls of their hiding place.
Reaching her peak, Marlena clenched against him and arched her
hips towards him, her head rolling completely back, her mouth
wide with pleasure. Spurred on by her pleasure, John felt the
electric current run through his body and he came full and hard.
They held each other close and spoke words of love as their
breathing slowed and their bodies cooled back to normal. They
helped each other dress and with fingers interlaced, they
ascended the stairs and departed into the night.
THE END
The Jarlena Journal 