Adel, a friend’s wife was off limits, yet she caused a rousing knot in my stomach. There was something about Adel, and the way she said things that engulfed my mind and body causing a rush of blood to my face.
“What was that about?” she provokingly asked.
Hardly keeping the excitement out of my voice, I could only say, “Don’t pack too much, I’ll carry the stuff!”
Her ensuing wry smile, invoking in me clichés of crystal glass and angel voices of strong Afrikaner women, said, “Luckily with the kids on a Sunday school outing and Konrad in in Cape Town for rugby we’ll have the mountains to ourselves until nightfall?”
“Fantastic, we can roam the mountains and swim in the waterfall pools uninterrupted!”
“Take that glint out of your eyes; you should know me by now!”
“Yes, but one day I’ll change your mind, hopefully today”
After a moment of solicitous silence she picked up her day-pack saying: “Come Mister, time to get rid of all that extra energy.”
One climbing the slopes I thought, “Maybe I should write a story about women in control, and why I’m attracted to them and not playful women. Adele is out of reach of us libidinous men. Yet, is she? I can’t remove this nagging but exciting thought conjured in the back of my mind of the meaning of her pause.”
On reaching the pool Adel quietly unbuttoned her skirt saying. “Len, don’t look so startled, here we are part of nature?”
Luckily the knot in my stomach moving downwards was quelled by the cold mountain water. I frivolously broke the ensuing silence saying, “Look at those drops of water dancing on the ripples of the falling water; want to hear the physics of it?”
After another moment of silence she said, “Let’s rather just lie quietly and enjoy this moment of serenity.”
“Damn you Adele, expecting me to lie quietly with your body so close to mine.”
I broke the ensuing silence saying, “Horrible, that hawk caught the dassie as it came out from the rocks to drink.”
Turning around to look, her hand softly brushed against my skin. While still wondering whether it was an accident she said, “Horrible yes, but it’s the law of nature.”
I wanted to say, ‘Law of Nature; I would have thought you would say the will of God, ‘when I felt the softness of her breast move over my chest. Her beautiful honey coloured hair gently tickling my face while her lips, wet and soft, covertly then urgently cling to mine
Our bodies became one when the majestic mountains, the fairy-tale clouds, and rock faces reaching into heaven became non-existent. All that I was aware of was this moment – the falling water now seeming like a roar - this body - the soft enticing breasts - her soft and wanting lips. I folded my arms around her. There was no time to wonder about right or wrong after our bodies made the decision. The moment was now. When I reached into the inner parts of her being she cried out - the mountain the only witness.
“What was that about?” she provokingly asked.
Hardly keeping the excitement out of my voice, I could only say, “Don’t pack too much, I’ll carry the stuff!”
Her ensuing wry smile, invoking in me clichés of crystal glass and angel voices of strong Afrikaner women, said, “Luckily with the kids on a Sunday school outing and Konrad in in Cape Town for rugby we’ll have the mountains to ourselves until nightfall?”
“Fantastic, we can roam the mountains and swim in the waterfall pools uninterrupted!”
“Take that glint out of your eyes; you should know me by now!”
“Yes, but one day I’ll change your mind, hopefully today”
After a moment of solicitous silence she picked up her day-pack saying: “Come Mister, time to get rid of all that extra energy.”
One climbing the slopes I thought, “Maybe I should write a story about women in control, and why I’m attracted to them and not playful women. Adele is out of reach of us libidinous men. Yet, is she? I can’t remove this nagging but exciting thought conjured in the back of my mind of the meaning of her pause.”
On reaching the pool Adel quietly unbuttoned her skirt saying. “Len, don’t look so startled, here we are part of nature?”
Luckily the knot in my stomach moving downwards was quelled by the cold mountain water. I frivolously broke the ensuing silence saying, “Look at those drops of water dancing on the ripples of the falling water; want to hear the physics of it?”
After another moment of silence she said, “Let’s rather just lie quietly and enjoy this moment of serenity.”
“Damn you Adele, expecting me to lie quietly with your body so close to mine.”
I broke the ensuing silence saying, “Horrible, that hawk caught the dassie as it came out from the rocks to drink.”
Turning around to look, her hand softly brushed against my skin. While still wondering whether it was an accident she said, “Horrible yes, but it’s the law of nature.”
I wanted to say, ‘Law of Nature; I would have thought you would say the will of God, ‘when I felt the softness of her breast move over my chest. Her beautiful honey coloured hair gently tickling my face while her lips, wet and soft, covertly then urgently cling to mine
Our bodies became one when the majestic mountains, the fairy-tale clouds, and rock faces reaching into heaven became non-existent. All that I was aware of was this moment – the falling water now seeming like a roar - this body - the soft enticing breasts - her soft and wanting lips. I folded my arms around her. There was no time to wonder about right or wrong after our bodies made the decision. The moment was now. When I reached into the inner parts of her being she cried out - the mountain the only witness.
