*This is a four-hand writing account by two sexy souls who met over the internet.*
*This is their first encounter.*
**Him:**
You are standing before this window. Looking at all these people walking. Minding their own lives. You are alone, but in a minute, a second maybe, I’ll enter the room. I won’t say a thing, because we don’t need to.
The silence speaks our truth and welcomes us in the frailness of its embrace. You keep looking down the street as you listen to my every moves. The door closing behind me. My steps. Every rustling my clothes make.
You can hear me breathing. I’m close enough for you to get a hint of my perfume. You wait, as you feel your heart beating a bit faster, your legs feeling a bit heavier and your stomach wondering why the room seems to be moving a bit.
You can feel that I am now standing right behind you. I’m not touching you. But every uncovered parts of your skin are bridging this distance with your imagination.
The silence is everywhere. And it’s exquisite.
What are you wearing. How are your hair arranged?