From the other side of the glass

I arrive at the hotel hungry and ready for a nap but that's not the theme for this weekend, It's more about supporting my friend's wedding, but being that it's not me getting married or even being close to it, I'm looking for something to get out of hand. I saw the movie Wedding Crashers, and its not like I want to go crashing weddings but I want those brides maids.

The past few months I have really missed the softness, the wetness, the sounds of a woman. I've missed her heat, and the way she seems to lose herself with me. Her touch, her taste, her kiss, the teasing on both ends of the delicious encounters, the trust and the giving of one's self. Hopefully this weekend will cool me off for a while, someday I will turn completely orange.

I have a few bags for this little vacation, pretty modest for a man or at least I think so, I get my key and open the door, some much for the non-smoking room, it's thick in this room so I open thee window and there must be a family of moths in there and they all are pissed. I walk around and request another non-smoking room, which isn't too far from the moth's room, I repeatedly apologize as I move my bags out.

I open the door and inhale deeply, it doesn't smell of smelly cigars, and there doesn't appear to be an bug infestation but the covers are similar to the porn that I watch; they will be on the floor soon. It doesn't appear that the walls are paper thin but its not like I want to listen to strangers either, I want them to complain on my walls because I have someone making me scream like a mad man. Goodness I need a release.

So I head back out to get my forgotten electronic sudoku, that should put me to sleep soon. It's funny I can remember explicit details of a woman, birthdays, phone numbers, or how different ways to beat the “Dallas Assboyz” in Madden Football, but simple things like remembering where I just put the remote to this stupid TV will take me all night to figure out, at times it makes me think that someone comes right behind me to watch me, look in areas where I just looked just to get a evil giggle out of the ordeal. So am I am rambling through my car...ever get the feeling that you are being watched?

I look up to the second floor to see this face, the beautiful face of a woman, poking out from behind the curtains. At first glance she appears to be deep thought, and then I notice the curtains are shaking violently, and we lock eyes. Now I am not shy or bashful, but I feel this sensation of wanting to turn away like I intruding, but I feel like a deer in headlights, and she has this sly grin on her face; I am now tangerine. Slowly a finger emerges and makes it way into her mouth, and it takes a few moments for my heart to slow down but I catch on that, they did this shit on purpose, waiting for someone to walk by to catch an eyeful, I am no longer sleepy but my hunger grows. Her mouth is open, and her head keeps moving in this rhythm with the curtains, the window is closed and her moan still haunts my thoughts. We never break out visual embrace.

I notice that she looks down and then her hair gets pulled to look back out the window, I see the intensity in her face; they are getting close. I sit down in my car to watch the fireworks, and then her breasts make their appearance and the curtain flaps opens a bit and closes; I saw the figure standing behind her, controlling her and she starts to buckle and her head drops. It's getting to be too much damn I am wishing it was me behind her, controlling her, commanding her, working her, manhandling her. I feel my hands unzip my pants and reach deep in my pants and squeeze the head and I am throbbing I can no longer hold off and just watch. Her head pops back up and a smile rolls across her face. They've stopped moving, seeing this is killing me, knowing that he just soaked her through and through. Knowing that when she stands up, she will have a mess. Knowing that it will run down her leg, this should be one hell of a wedding.