Aphrodite

Aphrodite
By: Degas5 (degas58@hotmail.com)

APHRODITE

It was just another Monday. Some new construction on Crescent Avenue made for a longer ride to work. Vince made a note to go a different way for the next few weeks. In the break room, he filled his Huskies mug with some of the evil brew that masqueraded as coffee. He good-morninged the co-workers he passed on the way to his office. Sitting down he glanced at his calendar, checked his in-basket, and pulled up his email to check that. There were three or four internal memos, but there was also one entitled: Standing on a Sea Shell.

That certainly seemed odd. He opened it up and the first thing he noticed was the attached picture. It was a shoulder, just a bare shoulder and a bit of the arm. Presumably, judging from the size, a woman's shoulder. Curiouser and curiouser. He read the letter:

Vincent, Someone told me that you were worth knowing. I wonder if they're right. Some men think I'm worth knowing. Maybe we could research the idea. Three things about me: 1. I'm 5'7"2. I graduated from Northwestern. 3. I'm currently wearing turquoise panties. Write to me ~

Sincerely, Aphrodite

Vince shook his head in disbelief. He looked at the letter again. Nothing changed. OK, someone was hitting on him, but who? Someone who knew his email address, but anyone could find out his work email. He hadn't been in a relationship for almost four months since he had broken up with Roberta. Her career had called her off to another city, and it had ended amiably. "Quite amiably," he thought as he recalled their final night of sexual pleasure.

Somebody in the office was probably playing a joke on him. He wondered who it was. He'd gone with a couple of the women, maybe it was one of them. Maybe there WAS a lady with turquoise panties, and the fact they were mentioned suggested the possibility that they might be removed. certainly no harm in playing along. Even if it was a joke, he doubted it was a malicious one.

Ok then, how to respond? He looked at it again. There was no mention in the message of the attached picture. Should he ask about it directly? He shook his head. Something more interesting. Ah, a haiku - one of those little Oriental poems. After trying a few ideas he came up with something and typed his reply:

Dearest Aphrodite,

I enjoy the company of women who know they are worth knowing. Perhaps you have written to tease me with a joke; perhaps to tease me and tempt me. With the images of Botticelli and the turquoise panties, I find myself intrigued. Certainly your note was more delightful than most of my Monday morning messages. And I will balance your three facts. 1. I graduated from UConn. 2. I am 6'1" tall. 3. I am currently wearing - a yellow tie - a slight smile.

Vincent

Dressing? Undressing? Why lies the shoulder naked? Do waves crash below?

He smiled as he hit the send button. Then he turned to more mundane emails and the more mundane task of getting work under way on a Monday. The pleasant distraction left his mind for the most part as he went about his work for the day. Not entirely. A few times he wondered if there would be a reply; a few times he wondered if someone he knew had sent it.

As he began each day checking email, Vince also checked them at the end of the day. He smiled when he saw one entitled: De Milo.

Vincent, I'm glad you decided to play the game: the game, the dance, as two people break down their separateness and move closer. I hope I add a little mystery to the day. I promise we've never been introduced, never shaken hands, never made love. I work in the city, but we are not co-workers. I do not want the mystery to fade too soon; we all need a mystery in our lives. We all need a little spice. Aphrodite

Cute little poem But I'd like something bigger To thrust in my mind.

Wow! He wasn't positive whether her response actually criticized his haiku or not, but there was no questioning the erotic image her words created. He was a little disappointed there was no picture attached. He pulled up the email from the morning and looked at the shoulder. He had never considered the eroticism of a naked shoulder; the pervasive eroticism of skin, the muscles in the adjoining arm, the simple fact of nakedness. And if it was Her shoulder, then it was part of an erotic individual. Of course, the sexy, the erotic, was mostly in the mind, in the images of remembrance, in the images of dreams. He decided to wait until later to respond.

Vince stopped off at a bar on the way home, a nice place. He just wanted to see if he could figure out anything. Who was she? Was it even a she? There still was a possibility it was one of his buddies playing an elaborate practical joke. He held that thought for just a moment before shaking his head. If it was a joke, the picture and the language would've been much more explicit. No, this was legit. OK, back to the "who" question. Not someone he had met, but someone who for some reason was interested in him. OK, a friend of a friend seemed most likely.

Having gotten that far, Vince couldn't think of any other clues. Presumably it was her shoulder in the picture, but so what? If they had never met even a head shot wouldn't have helped. Maybe, she had seen him at a party or some other public type place, and even though they had not met he might remember her face. Vince shook his head again. "Just have to play the game," he said to himself. He finished his beer and headed home.

Unlike most of his single friends, Vince owned a house. Ok, the bank and Vince owned a house. Not so close to the city as an apartment, but he liked it for precisely that reason. Just a small two bedroom place with a tiny yard. It did have a nice tree in front. Vince liked the tree, made it feel more like home to him. He had put some forsythia in next to the house, but otherwise he didn't spend much effort on the yard. Inside there was nothing unusual, except it was perhaps a bit neater than some of his buddies' places.

One thing that made it different was that he virtually never brought a woman there for sex. He couldn't say he'd never brought someone there. He couldn't say he had never had a one-night stand. But that was his unspoken rule. Vince certainly liked sex as much as the next guy, he didn't push so hard for it as some guys he knew who seemed to think it was a competition. He could still count the women he'd been to bed with without taking off his shoes. The other factor was that he saw the house as his refuge from the world, and he didn't like to share that casually.

Looking in the fridge, Vince decided on what he called a junk salad. He threw in whatever he could find: garbanzo beans, pepperoni, mozzarella, and some leftover chicken nuggets. Then he headed for his computer.

Dearest Aphrodite,

I am sorry to hear that we have not met; hopefully we will be able to remedy that. You will find that I am handsome, sexy, charming, and extremely humble. "smiles" Tell me more about yourself, and more about the turquoise panties. Since you have my email address from work, presumably you know where I work and what I do. Perhaps you didn't know I once spent a summer living in the 1800s (at Old Sturbridge in Massachusetts). I look forward to your next letter.

Au revoir, Vincent

That Monday was the day that started their relationship. And it did quickly become a relationship. The letters became more friendly and familiar, less formal. Yet Aphrodite had unspoken rules too. She said nothing that would give away her identity. She responded to all requests for a face-to-face with the phrase: When it's time. She never commented on the pictures she sent, at least not directly.

For instance, when the picture of bare feet on the sand came over, she wrote: Did you know they have nude beaches in Jamaica? When Vince found out that it was her birthday, he offered to come over, "We could have cake and ice cream and wear our birthday suits."

They began to develop relationship. For Vince, she gradually become more three dimensional, well rounded, and real. She was funny, smart, well read, and seemed to be a person who enjoyed life. Amazingly she also became more and more erotic. In Vince's previous experience, friend and erotic usually were mutually exclusive terms. Not with Aphrodite. It was partly due to the pictures.

The pictures came almost every day and became increasingly risqué: a bare midriff, lower back and buttocks ("I was wondering if you needed any buns for your hotdog?"). Two black and white shots of her breasts: one in profile and one frontal ("Are you sure you need to take naked mug shots, officer? It was just a parking ticket.") There was a naked torso, a torso wrapped in a diaphanous nightgown. when discussing art, Aphrodite mentioned that she didn't think the "Kneeling Woman" in Degas' painting was kneeling down to pray, but had something entirely different on her mind. There was even a shot of the land between her legs. All the picture were done quite tastefully; all were quite erotic. It was at the point where Vince's whole mood depended on the emails. And still the only answer he got when he asked to meet was "When it's time".

One evening, Vince was reading her letter and enjoying a particularly sexy pose, when he got an inspiration. It took him several hours, and then he was too excited to sleep. Finally around 3 am, he sent off a special email. He had written a song for his Aphrodite.

APHRODITE [tune - Greensleeves]

From toes in sand to shoulder bare, Calf and thigh to raven hair, The whole is greater than its parts, The sensual Aphrodite.

Chorus: Passion, erotic bliss, Lies within Aphrodite's kiss. Sexy and sensual Fairest of all, Aphrodite.

Your snowy breasts with redness tipped, Can't help but make me lick my lips. Curve of your back and rounded ass, Make me rise up with desire. Chorus:

O sweet goddess of mystery To kiss you would be heavenly. To have your tongue in my mouth, To have it dance farther down south. Chorus:

To dine on you would be divine, To touch your sweet clitoris, Your juices taste like the finest wine, Your moans of excitement excite me. Chorus:

To be with you would be a dream To merge my body into yours. You make me hot on lonely nights. Erotic dream, Aphrodite. Chorus:

Vince managed to get himself to work in the morning. With no sleep, he was not quite at his best. He was disappointed not to see a return email. He fumbled through the morning, and just after lunch checked his email again. There was a picture different from any other. It was her face! Her face was more round than oval, and her eyes were a warm brown. She seemed to be looking directly at Vince with a smile on her lips. The message was short.

It's time. Tonight 9:00 pm 1215 N. Lincoln - Apt 407 Aphrodite

Vince was elated! On his way home he bought some roses and a bottle of wine he knew she would like. He was able to nap for a couple hours which did him a world of good. He ate a light supper, then headed out. Feeling that they probably wouldn't be going out anywhere, he just wore his good jeans and a sweater.

He arrived at the address well ahead of 9:oo and found a parking garage less than a block away. As he rode up the elevator, he was nervous and excited like he hadn't been for years. Ringing the bell, he heard a voice ask "Who is it?" "Vince," he answered. "Just a minute," she answered. After a slight pause, "OK, you can come in now." Vince turned the knob and pushed the door open. Across the room was a woman wearing a white gown that covered everything, but was so transparent it covered nothing. She was wearing nothing else. Vince stared at the assembly of the parts he had seen in the pictures.

"Hi," she said, "My name is Jody." Vince was just a little stunned. She took the flowers and the wine from him. She turned on some music and asked him if he'd like to dance. He took her in his arms as the melody of "Greensleeves" filled the room. Thanks to Vince's creation it was now an erotic song for the two of them. Pressing close together she could feel his hardness, and he was feeling her ass. Somewhere during the dance, their mouths met and their tongues wrestled. Taking a breath, Vince said, "Are you as horny as I am?" Using an affected haughty sounding voice, Jody answered, "Horny is such a crude and vulgar word. Let's just say that I'm almost dripping wet, and I want to have you inside me - NOW!"

Pulling him in the bedroom, she disrobed only slightly faster than he did, and knelt on the bed on all fours. She was fever hot, and Vince was ready to oblige her. His fingers felt between her legs. She hadn't been lying about being wet. Holding her hips, he speared her wetness. She arched almost immediately. Her level of sexual tension had been so high that she climaxed almost on contact. Vince battled to hold on, as her vaginal walls convulsed. He had to think of some terribly unsavory things to keep from exploding. As she calmed, he began thrusting his full length in and out of her hot tight wetness. It felt so good. From time to time, he leaned over to stroke her breasts and the nipples that capped them. Energy filled her frame once more, and she had her second orgasm. Unable to hold out a second time, Vince pulled out and splattered himself on her backside.

They both collapsed for a moment, breathing heavily. The situation felt unreal, but the presence of each other's naked bodies confirmed the reality of it, and urged them to continue. Jody urged him on his back, and applied her mouth to his somewhat limp member. Each of them was delighted that under her talented tongue it quickly recovered to a useful hardness. Fantastic as it felt, Vince pushed her off and moved on top of her. His mouth devoured hers. He skillfully worked his way around and around her breasts until he caught her nipples; each having several turns. Down her sweaty body he aimed for her pleasure, and his fingers and tongue danced across her clitoris and probed her vagina. She was rewarded with the explosion of orgasm, and he was rewarded with a river of her hot sweet juices.

Grabbing for a condom, he dressed his shaft and reinserted it deep within her. Having come once, Vince knew he didn't need to hold back, and he pumped her feverish body at a feverish pace. Again she exploded in orgasm, but Vince kept on plumbing her depths, causing her to roll into a cascade of orgasms, thundering through her body like Niagara thunders over the brink. Then Vince erupted as well, groaning in sexual bliss.

They lay there for several minutes, just trying to breathe. Finally she managed, "So, nice to meet you, Vince. I liked your song." He laughed in reply, "Thank you. Nice to meet you too, Jody." And the rest of that night, and many nights (and sometimes days) thereafter, the two of them moaned and panted and enjoyed the erotic fireworks of their lovemaking.

THE END