Ian had fallen asleep on pages from a script he kind of liked and had spread out in pieces across the bed. He woke up with one of the pages stuck to his cheek. He had rolled over on the remote and closed the doors. The mugginess of the night had taken its toll on the upper floor and his sweat glands.
He had no idea what time it was, but thought it was a perfect night for a late night swim. Pushing open the one glass door that opened non-electronically, Ian stepped out on to the balcony.
Pulling his sweaty ink smudged tee shirt over his head, Ian let it flop on the table, the night breeze instantaneously drying the slickness on his chest and back. He pulled off his socks and unzipped his jeans as he headed down the stairwell. He realized how dark the backyard was and went back inside to see if he could figure out what switch on what wall would him a little light.
He felt stupid not knowing what controlled anything in his own house, but he felt even dumber spending time just walking around flipping switches and pushing buttons wondering what would go off or come on. He had basically found what he needed and assumed that when the time came he’d figure the rest out.
He was just about to head downstairs from the bedroom when a moving reflection caught his eye in one of the doors. He stopped and turned, but whatever it was darted away. He started back down the stairs and there it was again. Remembering his days of hiding from Uncle Nate, Ian quietly slipped in the corner between the solid wall and the glass, taking refuge in the mass of light white draperies that hung there.
A light came on from the house across the wall. He stepped back; no longer feeling invisible, into the comfort of his bedroom, assuming that the glass would hide his nakedness should the strangers in the light spy him.
The glass doors of the other balcony opened and a man walked to the edge of his own balcony. He could not make out all the details of his face, but could see that he seemed to be about his own age, maybe a little older, but blond and fair skinned. The man rested his hands on the balcony railing and seemed to look out into the darkness in front of him.
The stranger shifted his stance. He was rugged and handsome; Ian could tell that much and he began to wonder what he was doing. Surely he wasn’t freshly awakened, enjoying the night air as he had been, for the stranger was fully dressed, and dressed quite nicely as a matter of fact.
The quiet was broken by the sound of a car, and an engine dying. The confident slam of a car door followed, and Ian could almost make out perfectly the man saying, “Up here, darling, the back way.” He saw the handsome man smile almost as if he were acknowledging him across the way, but turned and stretched out his hand to an unknown figure rising up the steps to the balcony landing.
It was a woman, a beautiful woman with flowing black hair and a white dress that shimmered in the moon, barely covering her shoulders. The stranger kissed her and wrapped his arms around her. She pressed her back to him and looked across the yard into the darkness. They simply stared into the air and held each other. Ian was transfixed at their figures, touching romantically believing they were oblivious to all, as he had felt moments before.
He could see the woman turn to the man and say something he could not hear. The stranger nodded and pointed into the house before the woman disappeared into the darkness. For a moment the stranger smiled out into the blackness, and then slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, letting it fall open in the night air. Two hands appeared from behind him pulling the shirt off his body. It fell into the nothingness behind him.
As he turned, Ian could see the strength in the man’s back and the broad shoulders as disembodied hands grew from slowly revealed arms that ran up his flesh, pulling his head down into a kiss. Ian could make out enough details to see the woman’s fingers entangle themselves in the man’s curls, her eyes closed and her face in ecstasy as the stranger buried his face into the nape of her long glistening neck.
From where he stood in the shadows of his own bedroom, stunned, Ian watched that white dress shimmer slowly to the floor, followed by the stranger easing to his knees making her throw her head back and steady herself on the frame of the door.
Ian could see her lick her lips, but he wasn’t sure if it was the wind or her moan that he could hear in the distance. He thought to give them their privacy to finish their lovemaking, making an effort to step further back in his bedroom and find the button that closed the curtains.
He realized that the whoosh might alert them to the fact that they weren’t really alone. He decided to slowly ease back inside but, no matter where he turned in his own room he could see reflections the woman being pleasured by the stranger on his knees and hear the soft groans of either her or the wind.
Transfixed by the scene, Ian discreetly watched the woman grab a handful of the man’s curls and pulling him back to his feet. Ian couldn’t help himself as she devoured the man’s lips. The woman slid her free hand into the front of the stranger’s trousers and the pants slid down slowly to the floor.
The stranger kissed the woman deeply then flipped her around. His hands slid down her shoulders, gliding down her arms to her hands as he pressed himself into her back. The woman curled her fingers into his the best she could allowing the stranger to place them on the railing. Ian held his breath, as the woman stepped her legs apart and began to lean forward, her heavy bosoms now spilling over the railing.
There was no doubt now that he could hear the beauty moan with desire and an occasional hissing grunt of the stranger. The three of them worked together, one in unseen cover, to the crashes and rhythm of sex.
The moment in time froze. No one moved, only breathed. Nature danced quietly all around, lapping at their sweaty, relaxed bodies and softly dried them off with her winds. It was that moment that no one forgets and no one can quite remember when every fragment of the body has been pushed to the edge of sexual tensions and fallen over into that place of being fulfilled.
The woman was the first to move. She pushed herself off the railing and stepped back into her dress. The stranger didn’t seem surprised when she ripped the cloth off a small table and handed it to him. She patted him on the cheek and Ian distinctly heard her say, “Thanks hon, I needed that” and then disappear down the steps of the balcony. He heard a car start and back out of the driveway as he watched the stranger knot the tablecloth around his waist.
He could see the stranger scratching the patch of blond hair across his pecs and inhaling deeply from his cigarette he had just reached to light. Ian lit his own and put one hand behind his head, confident he has just gotten away with doing something gloriously satisfying and perfectly decadent.
Ian took an identical drag from his cigarette and slowly set up on his bed mesmerized by the bright red cherry. He slowly turned his head and fixed his eyes on the man standing, hips now covered by that tablecloth, on the balcony in the yard next door. The realization hit him.
He saw the man smile and mouth the words “Good night”, before he stepped into his own darkness and pulled the door shut behind him.
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