The Warehouse Diaries

Since her last visit to the warehouse, she has had a lot to think about. She still questions the reality of the whole visit. She knows what she felt and how it made her feel but that doesn’t necessarily make it real. Yet she knows this man and somehow he always knows when she will be there. It is a mystery inside a mystery for sure. She decides to take a few days to contemplate her next encounter. She wonders if he is somewhere thinking of her too. Maybe he is just a vagrant who lives there but maybe he is not. She allowed herself to be so vulnerable to a complete stranger. That is out of character for her.

Her thoughts race as she wonders if she has made a mistake. She has been going there for almost a year now and only recently has encountered another person there. Out of all the people she knows, why would it be HIM? Smells like his scent and although she has never felt that kind of touch from him before, she believes it was his touch. Did she really want to know? Maybe it’s better left alone. Maybe she should stop going. Maybe she should just give in to the feelings. So many maybe’s. Then, she wonders what his thoughts are. Why would he stay in the shadows and why would she want him to for now? Too many thoughts.

She cannot resist the overwhelming feeling to be there again. She goes. Again the moon is high and there is a chill in the air. Her breath can be seen as she squeezes through the space that gives her entry. As she walks through her hand reaches out and gently grazes every large beam that is the building's structure. They are cold, hard and slightly damp. She can almost taste the musty smell that is ever present. She pauses for a moment to just “be.” The nightly sounds of this massive place are clear and present. So is her mind. She continues to walk.

As she passes through the arched doorway a chill passes through her and she shivers. The moonlight dances around her and she swirls around the floor as if dancing with it. She giggles and continues. She counts each beam as she touches it. She doesn’t know why. When it feels like she has gotten about halfway between one end and the other, she stops. Tonight she doesn’t feel followed. Doesn’t feel eyes upon her. Yet is very comfortable and at ease. She places her hand on the closest beam and goes around it in a tight circle while keeping her hand in place. Feeling every inch of the wood beneath her hand. As she goes to pull away she feels a touch. Ever so slight, ever so soft.

She freezes. A hand is laid upon hers from the back side in the darkness. She wraps her other arm around the beam to search in the dark. Another hand is laid upon that hand too. It is not restraining her as she could just pull away quite easily. It is rather just holding hers beneath his. She chooses not to pull away yet. “Who are you?” she whispers. “Why are you always here when I am?” “Do I know you?”.”Shhhh” is all she hears. He locks fingers with hers and they gently stroke each other in silence. He releases one hand and runs his fingers softly up her forearm to her elbow. THIS she can see in the moonlight but not enough to distinguish this arm from any other arm.

She places her forehead against the beam and closes her eyes. A deep breath rushes in and out of her. She thinks she hears a footstep or two. She doesn’t want to look. The next thing she feels is a kiss on the back of her neck. She realizes he has moved behind her. She goes to move her head but he gently places it back and continues to kiss her neck. She moves her hands over her head, steadying herself against the wood. It is said that no sight enhances the rest of the senses, I can tell you this is absolutely true. He reaches down and peels her shirt up over her head and off. He lightly scratches down her back. She sighs deeply. He runs them down the side of her breasts to her waist. He begins to kiss down the middle of her back. When he gets to the top of her jeans, he gives a little tongue lick as a tease. She wants to turn around, face him and finally know who this man is that thrills her so. She reaches her hands back to him but he takes her by the wrists and places them back. “But…” she begins to whisper, “Shhhh” is all she hears.

He places his hands on her hips and pulls her in close. The excitement within her is mounting. He presses his body against hers and she can feel his excitement against her ass. He wraps his arms around her and holds her. He lies his head on her back. She wants him to just take her. Every inch of her. She wants to feel every inch of him inside her. He reaches down and undoes her jeans. He slowly drops them to the floor. He begins to kiss down her back to her ass. He kisses and licks every inch. She feels as though she would explode. He begins to rub his hand up her thigh then pauses. This is the part that both confuses and excites her the most, the not knowing what’s next. He slides a single finger into her and her body stiffens. He stays still for a moment then removes it.

She has had enough “games.” She pulls up her jeans and turns to him...but he is gone...again.Now ravaged with emotions she doesn’t know what to do or how to feel. Anger turns to sadness and questions still have no answers. She puts her shirt on and starts walking to leave. She turns and says aloud “This isn’t fun anymore” she takes 2 steps and hears two single words,”I know.”

To be continued watch for part 4 ;)

Love and Peace G.