The Gift

A Tribute—A Surreptitious Sight

" I must never see you." She said. "No one must see you come or go. Is that clear."

"O.K I'll quietly slip in, accept your gift, and leave"

"Good."

"And, thanks is advance."

Phyllis and I had known each other for a life-time. As kids, we had lived two blocks apart, and had gone to the same schools from kindergarten to high school. We saw a lot of each other when I played basketball and she was on the drill team. But for reasons neither of us could explain, we had never dated. Yet, there were times, across the years, when an urgent attraction burned between us. We sensed it, but never acted on it.

"Lyle," she said one day as she walked by me on the basketball, "Ýou're kinda cute, you know that?" A thrill had coursed through me as I gazed at her long shapely legs tapering up to firm round buttocks and bulging breasts harnessed in a green and white striped blouse. Her words stirred me, but with other boys on the court, a shyness swept over me and my only response was a broad grin and cop a neat basket from center court.

"Whoo! I'm scared o' you!" she said, and glided away. That was the closest we had come to expressing true feelings, but I never forgot that magic moment, nor the sway of her hips as she moved on.

We drifted apart when she moved to California to attend college, and I joined the Air Force. I had finished college, married and divorced, and she too had married and separated. Now, we were back home in San Antonio, Texas. She had a job as an executive with an Insurance Company, and I as a retired colonel, working as a civilian manager at a local industrial company. A year ago we had met at a party and were reintroduced by mutual friends. Since then, we had kept up steady correspondence both on the telephone and by electronic mail. We still had not dated, even though our phone conversations became less guarded and more personal. What was happening now, however, came as a total surprise to me. It held promise to kick our relationship to another level entirely.

" Great. You'll find the key under the doormat. Place it on the credenza as you leave."

"Thanks."

" Tomorrow, then. Two p.m. sharp."

"That's a date."

"Yes, and more. I'll be looking forward to it."

At one time when we were both about fifteen, we were sure we had been soul mates in past lives. Now, with the passing years, we were both pursuing our professional interests. She was single, and I was in a complicated relationship that hindered a full pursuing of our strong attractions. Whenever we could, we still had long talks about every imaginable subject. In a recent conversation, I ventured to voice my attraction to her, and my appreciation for her beauty.

" Your physical beauty has always been breathtaking, despite your modesty."

"Really?"

"Yep. Know when I really began to notice you?"

"That day on the basketball court when you told m I was cute."

"Oh yeah! The day you showed off and landed that basket from center court. That gave me goose pimples, I remember that."

"You did? I never knew."

There's a lot about me that you never knew."

"Wow! I guess so. I've always felt so shy around you."

"That I could tell. Even when I tried to send you some strong signals."

"I just thought you were being nice. I felt that you were such a proper girl. Nice, but proper."

"Well, you never heard that under a cheerful chimney, blazes a roaring fire?"

"I've heard. But I could never imagine that with you."

"Hah! I gave you no reason to have me on a pedestal!"

"I guess my mother shaped me that way.. We were trained to respect girls."

"I see. So, does respect mean girls are like eggs that break easily?"

" I suppose. It has been hard at times to restrain myself from blurting out my feelings. Especially when saw you with other boys. Even now, I sometimes wonder what it would be like to see you as you truly are."

"Your attraction to me has been clear, Lyle. Truth be told, I still find you very handsome."

"That's good to know. Makes it easier for me to express my feelings."

"I don't bite."

"I know that. But I still hold back from fully expressing myself."

"And what is it you so badly want to say?"

" I told you. I'd love to see you undressed."

"Hah! Even without clothes, I'm just plain ol' me. Nothing special." She giggled.

"That's a matter of opinion. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, remember."

"You really think so?"

"I know so."

"I always thought those were just kind words from a good friend.

"I've never been more serious than when I told you that you'd be the best gift I could have for my birthday."

"And when did you say your birthday was?"

"Next Tuesday. I'll be forty-nine."

"Poor man. Welcome to the club, flirting, like me, with the big Five –O, huh?

"Yup, no easier than flirting with you. Makes me feel almost over the hill. Time just seems to be running out for us. I've been chasing you for a lifetime, know that?"

"Uh huh! And what did you say you'd like for your birthday?"

"A vision of you, Phyllis, in all the glory of your natural goodness."

"We..ell, that could be arranged, with certain conditions... "

"Name it. Conditions will be respected."

" I'll make your birthday wish come true, Lyle, however, we must never speak to, or touch each other. Is that clear? And, as soon as the gift is given, you must leave immediately. Are my conditions accepted?"

"Fully understood and accepted." My breath heaved, becoming ragged.

"Good. Directions will be given later. OK?"

"Fine."

She hung up the phone, leaving me in desperate need of closure.

Then she had e-mailed, giving the street address and directions to her townhouse. Now, she made another contact to share final instructions. I was to arrive at exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, take the stairs to the second floor, go down the hallway, and turn right into a small day room with a couch against the far wall. I was to make myself comfortable on the couch and partly close the unlocked door, leaving it only ajar enough to look across into a bedroom with a full-length mirror directly in front of me. I became a fevered bundle of nerves as the hours slowly dragged on to the appointed time.

I awoke, trembling, in the early hours of the morning of my birthday. The first thing I did was unplug my telephone that linked me to the outside world. I also turned off my cell phone. The resulting silence was jarring. Droning sounds of appliances seemed louder than usual. Air blowing air from the weather conditioner sounded like a storm.

My thoughts whirred to all my family and friends who would be calling to wish me happy birthday. I ached for connection. In the boisterous silence, I stared at the telephone and struggled with the urge to plug it in. A strong urge filled me to call Phyllis and get some assurance from her that the date was still on. I steeled myself to wait and allow the tension to build. My hunger for what was to come was a raw and gnawing need. So, I refused to turn on the phone, fearing that in the narrow window with it on, some other interloper would break my sustained longing. I wanted no distraction from what the day promised. I sweltered in my anticipation. Fantasies of what form my gift would finally take were so forceful that all attempts to stifle my imagination failed.

I had decided that a leisurely drive of twenty-five minutes would carry me to her parking lot just a few minutes before two o'clock. I now found it strange that although we had met at so many parties, I had never known where she lived. At noon I entered the shower. I adjusted the spigot to warm and turned on the water. Lavish soap suds soothed my feverish body. When my scrubbing hand accidentally came in contact with my itching manhood, my body surged in turgid flame. The blazing passion shocked me. I trembled and quickly switched the water to full cold and cringed as the crystal spray cooled me and brought my nerves under control. I toweled dry, sprayed on cologne, and daubed on deodorant. I dressed casually, donning slacks, a sport shirt, and brown loafers. The door closed with a bang behind me, and a few shortcut steps across the paved walkway took me to my car. I warned myself to drive carefully. The last thing needed was a ticket on the way to my rendevous.

It was five minutes of two when I found the key and let myself in. As I closed the front door, and quietly took the stairs to the hiding place, I felt more like a housebreaker than a rutting buck. At two o'clock on the dot, I heard the front door open and close downstairs, A thrill made me shiver as I listened to the key turn in the lock, and the light tripping steps come closer up the stairs. Hummed stray pieces of "I'll Be Seeing You In All the Old Familiar Places" floated ahead of her. I quivered.

There was no sign of her entering her room. A shuffling sound made me part the door slightly wider. My breath caught at the outline of a sculptured back, reflected fully framed in the wide mirror. Her body was facing a wall just beyond my sight. Her shape was that of a full length African drum, flared at the shoulders, narrowing at the waist, then widening sensuously at the rump and thighs. She wore white stretch pants that clung to her rounded buttocks. No sign underwear could be seen. I wondered if she wore panty hose, or a modest G-string. I craned my neck to see more. She reached long shapely fingers behind her, lifted, and pulled up a striped, blue and white pink tank top. As she lifted the fabric, exposing smooth tanned skin, she turned to face the mirror, but demurely turned her face to the right, making sure that her face was not revealed. Twin lavish, creamy breasts, greeted me. They were etched with wide brown aureoles spreading like light chocolate garnish against the swollen golden bulbs, each centered by lovely jutting cherry nipples. Her breasts spilled, unsheathed by bra or any apparel, and floated down to rest against an intoxicatingly smooth stomach.

My groin throbbed in aching convulsions. My mouth opened wide. Breathing became difficult. Both of her hands trailed in slow movements against her stomach, and belly, as she turned to give me a full view of her upper torso. With eyes downcast as if in childlike modesty, she caressed each ample breast in turn, lifting them and squeezing her nipples to her lips for soft slow licks. She nursed the nipples in her mouth, leaving them moist; the soft sucking sounds streaking across the distance to my tuned ears. Her breasts responding to her suck and touch, became gorged and stood out like cantaloupes, while the nipples were large twin acorns.

Staring at me, Phyllis hooked her hands in the waist of her pants and slowly, a little at a time, lowered them. From time to time, she paused, wiggling her hips, to give me a full view of her molded belly, wide pelvic area, and downy tufts of brown pubic hairs. At last the clinging pants slipped down her knees, and I stared at her bare, mounded, creamy ass as she faced the mirror and leaned forward to let me look deep between her hairy cleft. I trembled in excitement and greed. As her eyes met mine, she lifted a foot and kicked out to free a leg of the hobbling garment. Then she kicked the other leg and stood free, and fully nude, her back shimmering in the flood flourescent light. My pulse raced. My ears rang. My breath heaved. My gorged body bulged and ached against my restricting boxers. . .

In low and fluid motion, she turned to face me again, with her head thrown back, and her eyes dreamily half closed. For long moments, her hands moved slowly, caressing her breasts, her belly, and her lush pubic bush as she swayed in a teasing dance that gyrated her hips in a suggestive grind from side to side. One hand glided further down her body, to spread and massage her swollen lower lips and probe the pink cleft between. Her gyrating slowed as the other hand caressed her breasts, squeezing gorged orbs and hard nipples.

I could not sit still. I shoved my hips to the edge of the couch and while holding her gaze with mine, I unzipped my fly and set free by hurting prong. I began to rub my rigid pole as I watched her fingers snake deep between her smooth thighs. She spread her legs, and using her thumb and index finger, slowly unfolded her lower lips. The pink, gorged bud of her inner core lay open to my gaze. Crystal clear fluid flowed between her fingers. I watched, mesmerized, as she sank a long middle finger deep into the folds of her body. Her mouth opened and her moist tongue licked her lips. She arched her hips forward as she caressed herself. Soft whimpers escaped as she moaned and her long pink tongue licked her luscious cherry colored lips.

Her movements increased in frenzy. She whirled around, and opened her eyes wide to stare into the mirror as she showed her busy hands at work deep in her muff. I realized that her actions were more than a gift for me. The passion of my Princess conveyed a hunger that was as much thrill of exhibition and masturbatory fulfillment as it was the igniting of her silent voyeuristic admirer whom she knew was by now smoldering in intense heat.

What she now saw caused her startled eyes to widen in shock and lust. I was on my knees, crumpled pants dragging on the floor, my hands clasping my gorged manhood. My fist was pumping furiously as with glazed, passion-filled eyes, I stared at her.

As if rushing hastily to keep some urgent appointment, her hands repeatedly stabbed her body, now on tiptoe, as her hips drove forward to meet her finger. Her thighs trembled. Her smoldering eyes burned mine as we stared fully at each other through the mirror. Our fisting hands matched each other in intensity. With a wild abandon, she drove her pelvis forward as her clenched ass shimmied to a final passionate crescendo of pulsing fulfillment. Her guttural moan tumbled across the hallway to me as she crumbled to the floor. Her jerking body lay with legs splayed wide against the mirror, her stilled hand resting between her thighs. After silent moments, her heaving slowed and she turned toward me.

My closed fist, dripping with moisture, jerked my pole to a final spasmic climax. I too toppled in a crumpled mass on the floor, heaving heavily as my hands squeezed the last vestige of moisture from my body. As I twitched, she looked fully at me and mouthed the words "Happy Birthday". Then with faint smile, she turned her face away and signaled with a slight movement of her hand that it was time for me to go.