Part 6 . . . Reality in the Twilight Zone
The first reaction of both was to immediately separate from the other, as if they'd been engaged in some nefarious pursuit.
And then it was spontaneous, bubbling, side splitting mirth.
And the uncontrollable laughter once again physically drained them.
"We should fix us a snack,” Neshe said, when he was able to coherently speak.
Snama patted her belly expectantly,
"I'm feeling famished" she grinned.
"Despite the high protein dose you just got?" Neshe winked as he uncoiled himself.
"Move, let's have a midnight picnic."
The cleanliness and order of his simple, functional, bachelor kitchen impressed Snama. And she complimented him on it.
"One of my Freudian friends maintains I'm obsessively anally clean, and that reflects in the cleanliness of everything around me" he laughed.
"I'm not very sure of the clean business, but you do seem to be obsessed with the anus" Snama ventured.
He laughed again, half‑seriously this time. "Aye Madame, that I am, I am, and I intend to take you that way."
She turned a dark shade of red, turned away from him.
He extended his hand caressing her exposed back, His fingers trailed down her spine, till he reached the small of her back. He let his fingers linger, sensing her tremble expectantly.
He removed his hand, gave the soft, sensitive spot just above her buttocks a lingering kiss.
"Bring your hands back Snama," he whispered "Part your buttocks, let me see your bundd" his lips bestowing soft caresses on her skin.
Snama's hands were trembling slightly as she brought them back, parting her cheeks for his gaze.
Neshe just sat there unmoving, and she could sense his fixed gaze. She felt more naked and exposed than she had ever felt before, a red hot flush bathing her from head to toe. She wished he would say something, do something, but he just sat there, gazing, till she could no longer bear it, and her trembling hands slipped away.
"No." Neshe's voice was soft, low, almost inaudible. "Not yet, not till I tell you to."
"I . . . I" she started to say something, but was surprised at her own acquiescence as her hands of themselves came back to the roundures of her buttocks, parting them, baring herself mercilessly to his gaze.
"Thank you, my love" she heard him say, and after almost an eternity, "You may sit now, Snama."
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