I’d just come from being fucked half to death, so it’s possible that my perceptions were skewed when I thought I’d spotted Aragorn picking through oranges in the grocery store.
Of course it wasn’t really Aragorn, although if Aragorn had ever wandered into an Upper-Midwestern town on a frigid February night, he probably would have worn a long black coat. Would he also have worn a large cowboy hat that kept his eyes hidden? I’m not sure, but after admiring him from the nose down for several long moments during which I absently handled tangerines, I discovered why he wore such unusual headgear.
He must have felt me staring, because eventually he looked up and trapped me. Clearly the hat was required to hide his eyes from casual consumption.
They were the most extraordinary eyes. He he had the kind of face that’s only acquired through years of work in the sun and wind, or smoking. Or both. His eyes were a shocking blue contrast to the color and texture of his skin.
Shockingly blue eyes and a weather-worn face are not all that unusual, but his eyes had the quality a friend of mine refers to as “luminous.” Have you seen eyes like that? Do you know what I mean? They’re the kind of eyes you see so infrequently; most people drop a curtain of privacy over their eyes, especially in public. Most people won’t let their soul show through their eyes.
But this man did, and I was utterly transfixed. Finally I ripped my gaze away and turned back to the tangerines, blushing with a overwhelming mixture of shame and pleasure at what was running through my mind.
As chance would have it, we both headed toward the checkouts at the same time. I fell into line behind him and his companion, a small orb of a woman whose age and relationship were indeterminate enough that she could have been his sister, his mother, his wife.
I tried not to stare as we waited for the cashier. I tried and failed. And when eventually the round woman turned her attention to her purse, he once again brought his eyes back to me.
I could not have felt any more exposed if I’d been naked in the checkout lane. What did he see, I wondered, unable to turn away from those luminous blue eyes. Did he notice the wild sex hair? The flushed cheeks? The mussed clothes? Could he tell that I’d “forgotten” to put my panties back on?
Was it evident to him, do you think, that less than an hour earlier I was kneeling between my friend’s legs as he jacked his rigid cock and I sucked his balls gently into my mouth? Could he hear the echoes of my friend’s moans, or his gasped warning that he was about to come? Was he forming a mental picture of me sliding a finger into my friend’s ass while trying to catch the head of his cock in my mouth?
Could he imagine me urging my friend to come all over my face? And then opening my lips to taste it, plentiful and hotly sweet on my lips? Did he hear the resulting laughter afterwards as I wiped errant spurts from my hair? And the playful indignation with which I rubbed one last stinging droplet from my eye?
It certainly seemed as though his eyes missed none of those things.
Or was it just a case of my imagination running wild on a cold February night as I shopped for tangerines an hour after getting fucked?
Lovely writing, love the juxtaposition of tangerines in your hand and balls in your mouth. Sometimes my lovers eyes have this luminosity, this ability to see through one. I think it has something to do with her absolute honesty. That, and maybe training in hypnotherapy, who knows!
He probably smelled you.
N.
I always love reading your blog, ‘cuz you never fail to disappoint. I have the greatest mental pictures of a wonderfully disheveled woman fondling tangerines.. or fondling something anyway.
Mmm – he sounds dreamy, as well as extremely disconcerting. A nice combination – as is sex and tangerines :)
xx Dee
Happy Valentine’s Day, AAG.
Why thank you! –aag
Imagination or not, it seems to work OK either way.
A lovely Valentine for us, aag! Thank you.
Mmmmm … Aragorn, Viggo. Yummy!
I love eyes like that. Me-ow.
Great writing!
Happy Valentine’s day
Definitely not Aragorn. his eyes are grey. Happy Valentine’s day.
Men can definitely sense when a woman has just been fucked like poodle! Girls just have that strut that they use after a good lay and men immediately wanting to prove their manliness to you want to take the nearest piece of produce and clobber you over the head with it so that he can make you his for 5 minutes!
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Fucked like…a poodle? Clobber us over the head with produce? WTFF? –aag
Wonderful writing, Happy Valentines Day
Did he notice the wild sex hair?
That and the fact that you kept saying, “Gollum! Gollum!” while staring at him.
Fucked like…a poodle? Clobber us over the head with produce?
You would have fucked like elves and shared a lembas during your post-coital repose.
Happy Valentine’s Day, AAG.
I’d like to run into one of those at the store. I just run into pimply kids and senior citizens.
oh my oh my
that sounds wonderful, i love such possibility filled meetings or glances or whatever you like… they leave you with fodder for weeks and you never have to actually find out that they’re assholes or whatever :)
Great… wonderful descriptions… now I can’t stand up at work… :)
I think it was the fumes from all of those tangerines… Though the pheramonal wafts from a freshly aroused woman will turn ANY mans head. I can smell it on my partner when she is in the mood. Just her passing causes me to take notice. And if your condition is as you described… mussed hair and flushed face, yah… I bet he just wondered. And wished…
I was told by someone at work today “HAPPY VD DAY!” I gaped at her… “do what? Can you have a happy VD day?” She turned red and I walked off chuckling…
HAPPY VD day, indeed!
He knew.
I have eyes like that. We see *everything* :)
Griffyn,
Call me.
:)
You have WAY more fun in the grocery store than I ever have.
Maybe I should move to the midwest – do you think Legolas would slide down the aisles on a shield, or guide me and my cart over the snow to my car? cause that would rock.
YES!!!!
Come to the great midwest with me, Essin’ Em! Think of the fun we could have!
AAG you are one cool/hot inspiringly liberated chick and a brilliant writer too. This one got me humming that’s for sure, thanks :-)
Golden Dildoboy’s last blog post..My Funny Valentine
I once knew a Dutch man with similar, shockingly blue eyes that, when laid upon me, would make me immediately feel exposed, naked, splayed open, if you will. Bedroom eyes of the highest order, I would say. I always thought that there was something about the brightness of his eyes that made me feel this way, but my current lover has the deepest brown eyes and he has the exact, same ability to leave me completely unnerved (and aroused) with a mere look. I don’t know what it is…but I *love* it.