We were all invited to a friend, Monkey's Birthday Braai on the 26th of June. It was a cold night for our town, so the girls could all wear their boots and jackets and dress up for a change. We all use to get together for a birthday, but with my work I didn't get off much. So I was very eagar to join.
The vanilla evening started as usual with greeting everyone thats already there, and then asking who els will also join.
I attended with my boyfriend at the time, he was a big manly dominant with a soft heart and eyes only for me, I really missed the swinging days. My last intentions was to start an affair. But thats exactly how the evening turned out.
We just poored our first drinks, the guys standing around making the fire, and some of the gils in the kitchen, doing the last touches to the side dishes and salads, the rest were just hanging around talking and smoking and having drinks.
I was hoping to see Him, the mysterious friend of the host. The guy who was always one side, keeping his distance.
Ive seen him around before, but never had an opportunity to speak to him.
He finally made his appearance after having a shower, he stayed at our mutual friends house (The Birthday Boy) due to work, but went 'home' every second weekend to his wife and family living in another town about 200km away.
He is a very shy guy, short, with a spiked buzz cut hairstyle with a impressive beard, rocking a eye ring on his right brow.
I was watching him poor his usual brandy and coke, then sitting one side he lit a cigarette and just sat, listening to the music, watching everyone. Even then I was so drawn to him.
After the meat was done, the children ate and the music was turned up a bit louder, and the guys doing the usual thing, just standing around the fire talking, I overheard him talking - well bragging - to one of the other guy's what a late nite he had just the previous nite, I didn't know what to think, but I was intrigued... could it be that he was with another woman? I never imagined him being a cheating type, but maybe just maybe the long distance started to get to him... and If so, I wanted to be apart of it.
After probably my 5th Vodca and orange juice I finally built up the courage to go and stand next to him, behind the bar area under the lapa. My heart was racing, my breathing and hands were shaking. What was I going to say to him!
He turned and looked at me with those sexy, but sad grayish blue eyes.
"Hey" he finally said, holding my gaze I instantly winked at him.
Oh No! What have I done!
He just smiled, and then we both started laughing hard - well thats one way of breaking the ice I guess. We started with small talk about the music then the braai etc. What felt like forever, and my boyfriend watching me like a hawk, I eventually asked him with one breath: "So I overheard that you went out last nite, and that you only came home this morning, im not judging at all, and you can trust me, I would like to know if you were with another woman?" He looked at me puzzled and said with a straight face, "I was not with any woman last nite, I was just out to the bar" he could probably see my face and energy sinking because as I looked down in disappointment he quickly added "last weekend was a different story" as I looked up and our eyes met, I could see the spark of naughtiness ignite, and a smile creeped to the corner of my mouth.
We quickly changed the subject of our conversation as to how naughty he would like to be and when he is free vs the hours that I was working.. I asked him If he would like to have my number, but will understand If I am not his type.
He insisted that he doesn't have a type, while punching my number on his phone and he even gave me a missed call, just to exchange numbers or to check if I gave him the correct number.
The mood of the evening changed while I was talking to him in the corner, it was more of a party now, some started to dance to the music while other's sat closer to each other trying to have a conversation over the loud doof-doof. As I was standing behind my boyfriend just watching over the party and people dancing, I saw in the corner of my eye that He has disappeared into th house...
I just knew, I had to follow... So I whispered into my boyfriend's ear that he please needs to excuse me, I have to go and pee.
I grabbed my bestfriend by the wrist from the dance area and told her to follow me, with just one look, she knew hesitation or defiance will not work, so she followed.
In the house toilet, with the door locked behind us, I asked her to please cover me for 5min, I just want to 'chat' to him quickly. She knew exactly that I was talking about Him, and knowing me, she knew that it was not going to just be a 'chat'!
After washing my hands I quickly rushed out, and across the hall way to his bedroom door, after just one soft knock the door opend up and He pulled me in, chutting the door quickly behind me.
Standing there we both knew the risk of getting caught together in the room, so we knew it had to be brief.
I pulled him on his shirt closer to me and we kissed, my still bit wet hands ran down his sides and around his back then up again, he was such a great kisser!
Our breathing was so hard, but I could still hear my racing heart beat in my ears, he tasted sweet from the brandy and he smelt so good - he stood even closer- right upon me, and I could feel he had a hard on, even with jeans on.
I didn't want it to stop! But a sneaky kiss is all we could have on that night, then I just as quickly as I entered his room, pushed him away, turned around, peeked out the door that the coast is cleared and then left the room with him just standing there shocked and wanting.
My bestie and I walk out of the house and joined the party, just laughing as if nothing just happened.
The next day she asked me what the hell happened last nite, and I just smiled and replied "I kissed my new play Toy"
