La Silla - A Short Story

It's dark.

I'm alone.

I'm not lonely.

I know I'll see him again soon.

It's been about six months and he tends to be systematic with his appointments.

I've had others since he's been gone but no one else quite compares.

He reminds me of my first, you never forget your first...

It was a long time ago now. I was young, little more than a twig of a thing really. Still budding and hadn't yet learned to really blossom.

He seemed so strong to me and he could hold me in his muscled arms so easily.

It was as if I weighed nothing at all.

I could be pretty stiff in the beginning. He was very encouraging and would remind me that it was only because I wasn't used to this kind of lifestyle yet.

He was more than willing to help break me in.

His hands were rough but when he would trace his fingertips over my back they felt so soft.

The way those strong callused hands would grip my legs...firm, demanding, I would turn to sap everytime.

He could do whatever he wanted with me.

Take me out in the morning.

Take me out at night.

It didn't matter the time.

I was his to command.

I was his, completely.

I know that I wasn't like the others he worked with. I didn't quite stack up like they would. I could be a headache - especially at the start - but he never made me feel like a task.

I think because I was so new to this lifestyle I didn't realize how easy it could be for someone like me to be used.

I never felt used with him.

I was the addict.

I wanted to spend every waking moment with him. I wanted him to just sit with me, to cuddle in my arms.

He had the most impressive ass.

It was firm, the light cotton fabric of his pants only accentuating how you could really tell he spent his time in the gym seriously. The material hugged his curves without making it look like he had a hungry bum.

I however, still had an appetite.

I would have loved to pull up to a table and devour him like an all you can eat buffet.

I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around his chiseled abs and never let go.

I wanted to be his big spoon.

I knew that he was comfortable enough with his masculinity to let me do so.

We ended up working in a few nightclubs together. The women were always so beautiful to me. It was more than once I'd end the night covered in sweat and glitter.

I didn't mind, it meant that the customers were having a good time and it also meant that I'd get to clean up, with him.

The way his large hands would grip the soapy beige sponge made me quiver.

His hands squeezed it with purpose. The foam releasing from the tiny openings like they had waited their entire lives for this moment.

The warm lather would drip from his fingers making small puddles of wetness on the cool tile floors.

The floor wasn't the only thing getting wet.

He'd slowly and methodically run the sponge over my smooth body until every inch of me was renewed.

On special occasions he'd finish our routine with oil.

His bronzed hands becomming so slick, sensual.

The scent was intoxicating: sandalwood and musk.

He would take his time to caress every one of my curves, every crevice.

How did his rough hands feel so gentle on my delicate areas?

I've never had a man touch me like he did.

The nights were long and they ended up taking their toll on me.

Every night started to feel like it was the same routine. The music could get overwhelming, the bass was always bumping yet, I couldn't help myself from moving with it.

Eventually I became almost numb to daily grind and I started looking for ways to branch out.

He didn't mind when I wanted to see other people.

He knew I was always willing to have him come back to my open arms.

It was such a turn on to see his toned muscles in those tight black tees. Each shirt was void of any stain or wrinkle and on the left breast the hot pink logo of the club stood out like a beacon in the black-light. He wore crisp black chinos without a trace of lint or stray fibre. They flattered his physique so well. His black combat boots helped finish off the look.

He was stylish, yet ready for any trouble in the club.

He kept his dark hair short and often had a trim "second day" stubble look. He definetly gave off "stallion in the stable" vibes and I was living for it.

I spent several years in that club with him.

Naturally, we grew apart and while others caught his eye, others also caught mine.

Eventually I would move on from the club lifestyle.

I needed a change of pace, a way to take my time and lay down some roots.

That's how I ended up here, with Dr. Greene.

Dr. Greene is a very well respected dentist in this town. His kindness is what keeps them coming back.

What keeps him coming back.

I've seen a lot of clients walk through those doors, most I wouldn't offer more than a passing glance.

It's 10:54am.

He's early, like he always is.

There's something in the way he moves me.

He lightly touches my arm and he smiles.

The corners of his soft lips rising, making his deep chestnut coloured eyes twinkle.

He has sandy blonde hair and his skin is tanned from his afternoons working at the ship yard. He wears a casual pale polo shirt, the cuffs on the sleeves stretching to accomodate the girth of his biceps. Years working at the docks hauling heavy loads have really helped his upper body achieve a well sculpted appearance.

They've also helped his lower body.

His hemp khakis, slightly more tan than his bronzed skin are fitted in all the right places. His ass is firm, like two ripe apples, just ready for the picking.

I guess you could say I have a type.

"One day I'm going to see if Dr. Greene will let me take you out of this place" he whispers "I think you would really like spending your days down on the pier with me."

His hand caresses my arm with a little more firmness.

"Your arms are so smooth" he mumbles

"I really want you to come home with me"

His words have me falling.

I know it's just talk.

If he was really interested, he wouldn't just flirt with me every six months.

He'd make an effort.

He'd do more than just whisper sweet nothings.

He's so handsome though.

I'm caught in a daydream. His words burrowing into my very core. What would our life together be like? I could think of a lot worse fates than spending my afternoons on a pier.

I've been around for a while and although I do miss the action of the club life, I think I prefer the laid back atmosphere of the dental office.

I like it here at Greenswick Dentistry.

Dr. Greene has treated me more than fair.

I like my simple life here.

More than enough for a winged back chair.