A traveler, a stranger in a strange land, I sought out a goddess and it was here in her temple that I laid eyes upon her. I sat there in the booth, drink in hand, patiently waiting. I had made an appointment with Julia, but I was early. Hours early. Something a gentleman should never do to a lady. Looking at the Gayle Sayers jersey hanging on the wall, she came into view. I was immediately reminded of that song from The Hollies, "Long, Cool Woman". You know how it goes, "...she was a long, cool woman in a black dress...". She was all of that and more. Her long blonde hair, elegantly styled and streaming down her neck and drawing your eyes to her shapely breasts. The black dress, studded with silver accents, just long enough to cover her perfect ass. Her long legs jutted out from the highest black pumps that I've ever seen, putting a shape to her calves that most women would kill for. She sat down, introduced herself, and smiled. It was an infectious smile that made you smile in return. She spoke, and I was hooked. Her accent was sexy, but it was her eyes that transfixed me. The way she peered at me from over her drink, made my pulse quicken, pulsing blood through my body, delivering much needed oxygen to my vital organs. After a brief conversation and tour, I was sitting in her room. Just me and her. As she stood there before me in her nakedness, my eyes beheld her, her hair flowing down onto her shapely, gravity defying breasts, down her toned stomach, her hips bending ever so slightly into her lucious legs. Before me stood Aphrodite, the embodiment of beauty. If I were a sculptor, I would have smashed the Venus de Milo and replaced it with her sculpture. I became engorged, the fire of desire and lust burning hotter than a thousand suns, driving me into her arms. We intertwined into a lovers embrace, passionately exploring each other for the first time. Her silky, smooth skin rubbing against mine, her breasts pressing into my chest as her womanhood enveloped me. The pace quicken as the fires grew hotter and burned brighter, driving us closer to "la petite mort". Her body moved with an energy and stamina I have never seen before, stoking my fire into a final cataclysmic explosion of ectasy and serenity. As we lay breathing heavily, our naked bodies shimmering with sweat, the fires reignited. Tasting her salty sweat from her nipples, the dance began anew, and culminated in a secondary blast of pure sexual energy. After climbing to the top of Mount Olympus, drained and breathless, Aphrodite, my goddess of beauty, bid me farewell and safe journey back to my homeland. Although the dance was over, I shall always remember the touch of her goddess-like lips upon me.
