Sensual Sunday: Snow White! 3rd Flake.
The door slowly opened and my two eyes were looking down to the floor. In front of me the steel curtains revealed something I would have never imagined to happen. Sure I thought of there being a woman at the meeting or maybe even two. Yet here I stood with a stare that made me think I was still vast asleep in my bed.
Right there in front of me two black shoes were stretching their connected ankles, before firmly put back on the floor as my eyes went up the never seemingly ending legs. Smooth and uncovered passed the knees where I first encountered a sign of a shiny dark fabric. Pale white porcelain like hands held a red folder in front.
Surprised at what my eyes were locked on I rushed passed a virgin white blouse of some sort towards a face that startled me. The perfect image of the lady from my dreams. Pink lips with a little blush like a doll her eyes hooked me in side my mind and reunited the thwarted images together. Black hair held together behind her ears with a pink ribbon had me lost my composure.
The muscle in my body reacted on their own by taking that one step back in utter shock to see the dream come true. My hasty whirlwind of thoughts were subdued and brought back to reality by a gentle voice that called out my name. A heart beat in a race to nowhere in full throttle and drum throughout every cell of my being.
“Mr Charmallot, Mr. Pike Charmallot?”
-“Yeah… Uhm yeah that is me, miss…?” The blood throbs into my lower male brain and surge with electrified waves of pain through me. The nerves break into sweat and hands wet rub against my trousers, afraid to extent the hand for a shake.
I take swallow back my guts through my throat into the base of my stomach and step out of the elevator. The doors close and shock the lady when I got squeezed in between the doors. To have the security measures take over and open straight away I am able to get free from this predicament. Soon as the initial shock has passed, she regains her composure.
“Mr Charmallot, my name is Rowena Sneaux, I’ll guide you to the office, they ar all waiting for you. If you would follow me, please.” Her body brings me back into a dream state, following her through a hallway in to a large conference room.
Around a large oval table sit seven men all dressed in a classy looking suit and straight from the screen out of some Christmas carol film. There faces look grumpy and old with the folds and wrinkles casting deep shadows away from the sun lit room. Bow ties and impatient fingers tap a simular folder in front of them.
At the head a women sits with her head hold high, with beside her a handsome looking man. I would have guessed a 20 years younger at least. His eyes are that of a hawk that stare at a prey and follow Rowena in front of me as we pass the long windowed wall that separated us.