Redeye Rendezvous: A Night of Desire

My wonderful, understanding wife agreed to wait until morning for attention from me. After weeklong business meetings and a redeye flight, I only wanted to go home and to sleep. Perchance to dream…

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A wedding guest, noticing the best man dancing with the maid of honor, concluded (incorrectly) that the groom wouldn’t be the only one getting some later. The man’s wife sighed as her eyes followed the couple around the dance floor. If only her husband would follow the example of the best man and slide his hands over her ass.

The bride watched her brother hold the maid of honor close, and while shocked that her brother had agreed to go out on the dance floor, was pleased with what she saw. The groom guided his dance partner in front of him, embarrassed to think the other guests might notice his state of arousal.

I asked my sister Cynthia for the next dance. “Well, Sis, congratulations and best wishes for you and your husband.”

“Thank you, Reg. I’ve always admired and looked up to you, you know. You’re still my big brother, but now I’ll be looking up to my husband.” After a short pause, Cynthia said, “I saw you dancing with Lindie. It’s normal for the best man to dance with the maid of honor, though usually not so intimately. May I offer a piece of advice?”

“Will it do any good to say no?”

“Smart man. Now hush. You’re falling for Lindie, aren’t you?” Cynthia paused, noticing my raised eyebrows. “C’mon, Reg. I saw you and her at the rehearsal last night. You had eyes only for her. Not only did she bask in the way you looked at her, but she also wasn’t hesitant about resting her hand on your upper thigh during the slide show.”

“Why so interested in what Lindie—or I, for that matter—was doing during the slide show? Don’t tell me you didn’t rest your hand on your husband’s thigh. Or something else.” She tried to argue with me, but the twinkle in her eyes said, guilty as charged.

“Do you remember the first time you met Lindie? The time we all rode home from college in that beat-up old truck?”

I shook my head in the affirmative. I had enjoyed our conversation that day while I drove, and Lindie kept me company. We had come from very different backgrounds. Several comments implied that she’d slept with several guys during the previous semester—I did my best to avoid further discussion on the topic.

I had pulled in at a truck stop, and while I filled the truck with gas, Lindie and the others went inside to use the restroom. My sister and her boyfriend hung back and bought fresh coffee to keep them awake for his turn at driving, but Lindie returned to the truck about the time I was finished pumping gas. I opened the back window, lowered the tailgate for her, and helped her climb in the back. As I did so, I was tempted with a thought that flashed through my mind like a bolt of lightning. It was there long enough to start a boner.

I closed up the truck, went inside to use the bathroom, and purchased a snack. Thankfully, the boner was gone by the time I returned to the truck. It was going to be awkward enough to share the cramped space in the truck bed with a girl I’d only just met, one who was very attractive and who appeared not to share some of the same values I had.

I opened the tailgate again, climbed in, and banged on the side of the truck to let the driver know we were ready. I started to survey the cramped space to see how this would work out, but Lindie already had a solution. She had laid her jeans in a crumpled heap over the bags, her shirt was unbuttoned, and her fingers were reaching for my zipper. Her nipples were reacting to the blast of cold air that had entered when I had opened the door.

In the Bible, Joseph dropped his towel and ran, but he wasn’t in the back of a pickup going 70 down the interstate. “Lindie, this is not how it’s going to be.”

“I guess I should have figured it out. You don’t look at me like most guys do. Your smile carries warmth; your eyes sparkle when you look at me. You appear to appreciate me for me and not for the pleasure you can suck out of my body. Figures; I finally run into a man who I would really like to sleep with, and he doesn’t want me. You seem, ah, normal. I can see you have an erection.”

“Oh, believe me; I’m attracted to women and to you. When I helped you up into the back here, I wanted to squeeze your ass and slide my hand between your legs. Your breasts are magnificent, but, uh, well, I believe I shouldn’t play with them unless you agree to be my wife.” I felt guilty about wanting to give in to the temptation and betrayed by my still stiff penis.

“You’re attracted to me, yet you don’t want to make love to me. You say I have a nice set of boobs, your nervous fingers are fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, trying to fasten them, yet you’re not even copping a feel. I don’t understand that; I’ve never encountered a guy quite like you. My experience has been that ‘let’s do dinner’ means ‘do dinner, do Lindie.’ I expected this was a quid pro quo arrangement. I get a ride home for Christmas. My friend’s brother gets a ride on me. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

She wasn’t seducing me; she sincerely believed I expected to take her to bed, even in this cramped space. The windows of the cap over the truck bed had frosted over hours ago. It was two in the morning. My sister, riding in the front of the truck, was probably already sleeping while her boyfriend drove. Who would know? Who would care? Who would not expect that Lindie and I have our own private ride?

“Lindie, please understand that I’m rejecting what you’re suggesting, but I’m not rejecting you. You are a desirable female, but your value is not in your bust size nor whether you’ll agree to go to bed with me. I’m not uptight about sex. Your glistening vagina mesmerizes me; the aroma rising from it is intoxicating. Yet, here I am, helping you pull your jeans on instead of taking mine off. I hope I don’t sound self-righteous. It’s simply that now is not the right time. I pray someday God will bring a woman into my life with whom I can do all this and more—but only when that woman is my wife.”

“Reg, difficult as it is, I believe you. I hope you find a wife, and I hope she understands how fortunate she is to find a man like you.” She turned her back and quietly tucked in her shirt. Mercifully, her beautiful ass disappeared back into her jeans.

My sister’s words brought me back to the present. “Lindie remembers too. She felt like you wished she wasn’t there. When I questioned her further, I began to understand why. You did the right thing. You weren’t like other men she knew—she described you as ‘an honorable man,’ and since she’d never encountered anyone who fit that category, she didn’t know how to respond to you.

Did you know that my boyfriend-cum-husband and I agreed to include her in our lives as much as possible in hopes of helping her see men positively? More importantly, we were able to introduce her to Jesus. She found forgiveness for herself, and eventually, she was able to forgive others.

When I asked her to be my maid of honor, I told her you would be the best man. She confessed to me she was anxious to see you again, told me she has a new dress, a long one, and will be careful with its zipper. Not sure I want to know any more about that. My heart tells me she has more on her mind than showing off a new dress. It also tells me that now that she’s entered your life again, you don’t want to say goodbye. Don’t screw things up, Reg. I suggest you get on the stick soon if you have any thoughts of Lindie getting on your stick.”

“I hope to screw Lindie, but not until her wedding day. I don’t have a ring yet, but I’m hoping to find a finger to put it on before your husband screws you tonight. Is that soon enough?”

A few minutes later, I turned to rejoin Lindie. “I just said goodbye to my sister. She was a beautiful bride, don’t you think?”

“Yes, she certainly was, and you are certainly a proud brother. And I’m thinking, also a horny brother.”

“You noticed?”

“How could I not?”

“I was afraid you’d slap me and walk away if I put my hand on your ass while we’re dancing, yet here we are with your head buried in my shoulder and my hand getting a feel.”

“It’s quite alright.” She lifted her head to look into my eyes. “There, that should make it easier for you to look at my chest.”

“Let’s find a place around here that’s quieter and a bit more private.” We walked to a nearby park and found a secluded spot amongst the trees to shade us from the late afternoon sun.

“Do you remember when we first met? Your sister invited me to join the three of you on the trip home. I had no other plans for Christmas, so I agreed. The boyfriend was the only one with a vehicle, and it had a cap over the truck bed. We drove through the night, and we rotated places, sometimes in the cab and sometimes in the back, sleeping on an old mattress they found at a yard sale.

“With all the luggage loaded, there was less sleeping room than on a twin bed. You offered to let me lie down and said you would sit up against some bags. We made a compromise; we would both lie down, but only with our backs to each other. Apparently, it would be okay if we ‘bumped’ into each other while sleeping back to back, but that level of intimacy was not okay if we slept face to face. You have to admit that it was amusing. After all, you had just seen me mostly naked and then proceeded to button up my shirt. How intimate was that? What did you think might happen while we were sleeping?”

I shook my head in the affirmative. I had enjoyed our conversation that day while I drove, and Lindie kept me company. We had come from very different backgrounds. Several comments implied that she’d slept with several guys during the previous semester—I did my best to avoid further discussion on the topic.

I had pulled in at a truck stop, and while I filled the truck with gas, Lindie and the others went inside to use the restroom. My sister and her boyfriend hung back and bought fresh coffee to keep them awake for his turn at driving, but Lindie returned to the truck about the time I was finished pumping gas. I opened the back window, lowered the tailgate for her, and helped her climb in the back. As I did so, I was tempted with a thought that flashed through my mind like a bolt of lightning. It was there long enough to start a boner.

I closed up the truck, went inside to use the bathroom, and purchased a snack. Thankfully, the boner was gone by the time I returned to the truck. It was going to be awkward enough to share the cramped space in the truck bed with a girl I’d only just met, one who was very attractive and who appeared not to share some of the same values I had.

I opened the tailgate again, climbed in, and banged on the side of the truck to let the driver know we were ready. I started to survey the cramped space to see how this would work out, but Lindie already had a solution. She had laid her jeans in a crumpled heap over the bags, her shirt was unbuttoned, and her fingers were reaching for my zipper. Her nipples were reacting to the blast of cold air that had entered when I had opened the door.

In the Bible, Joseph dropped his towel and ran, but he wasn’t in the back of a pickup going 70 down the interstate. “Lindie, this is not how it’s going to be.”

“I guess I should have figured it out. You don’t look at me like most guys do. Your smile carries warmth; your eyes sparkle when you look at me. You appear to appreciate me for me and not for the pleasure you can suck out of my body. Figures; I finally run into a man who I would really like to sleep with, and he doesn’t want me. You seem, ah, normal. I can see you have an erection.”

“Oh, believe me; I’m attracted to women and to you. When I helped you up into the back here, I wanted to squeeze your ass and slide my hand between your legs. Your breasts are magnificent, but, uh, well, I believe I shouldn’t play with them unless you agree to be my wife.” I felt guilty about wanting to give in to the temptation and betrayed by my still stiff penis.

“You’re attracted to me, yet you don’t want to make love to me. You say I have a nice set of boobs, your nervous fingers are fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, trying to fasten them, yet you’re not even copping a feel. I don’t understand that; I’ve never encountered a guy quite like you. My experience has been that ‘let’s do dinner’ means ‘do dinner, do Lindie.’ I expected this was a quid pro quo arrangement. I get a ride home for Christmas. My friend’s brother gets a ride on me. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

She wasn’t seducing me; she sincerely believed I expected to take her to bed, even in this cramped space. The windows of the cap over the truck bed had frosted over hours ago. It was two in the morning. My sister, riding in the front of the truck, was probably already sleeping while her boyfriend drove. Who would know? Who would care? Who would not expect that Lindie and I have our own private ride?

“Lindie, please understand that I’m rejecting what you’re suggesting, but I’m not rejecting you. You are a desirable female, but your value is not in your bust size nor whether you’ll agree to go to bed with me. I’m not uptight about sex. Your glistening vagina mesmerizes me; the aroma rising from it is intoxicating. Yet, here I am, helping you pull your jeans on instead of taking mine off. I hope I don’t sound self-righteous. It’s simply that now is not the right time. I pray someday God will bring a woman into my life with whom I can do all this and more—but only when that woman is my wife.”

“Reg, difficult as it is, I believe you. I hope you find a wife, and I hope she understands how fortunate she is to find a man like you.” She turned her back and quietly tucked in her shirt. Mercifully, her beautiful ass disappeared back into her jeans.

My sister’s words brought me back to the present. “Lindie remembers too. She felt like you wished she wasn’t there. When I questioned her further, I began to understand why. You did the right thing. You weren’t like other men she knew—she described you as ‘an honorable man,’ and since she’d never encountered anyone who fit that category, she didn’t know how to respond to you.

Did you know that my boyfriend-cum-husband and I agreed to include her in our lives as much as possible in hopes of helping her see men positively? More importantly, we were able to introduce her to Jesus. She found forgiveness for herself, and eventually, she was able to forgive others.

When I asked her to be my maid of honor, I told her you would be the best man. She confessed to me she was anxious to see you again, told me she has a new dress, a long one, and will be careful with its zipper. Not sure I want to know any more about that. My heart tells me she has more on her mind than showing off a new dress. It also tells me that now that she’s entered your life again, you don’t want to say goodbye. Don’t screw things up, Reg. I suggest you get on the stick soon if you have any thoughts of Lindie getting on your stick.”

“I hope to screw Lindie, but not until her wedding day. I don’t have a ring yet, but I’m hoping to find a finger to put it on before your husband screws you tonight. Is that soon enough?”

A few minutes later, I turned to rejoin Lindie. “I just said goodbye to my sister. She was a beautiful bride, don’t you think?”

“Yes, she certainly was, and you are certainly a proud brother. And I’m thinking, also a horny brother.”

“You noticed?”

“How could I not?”

“I was afraid you’d slap me and walk away if I put my hand on your ass while we’re dancing, yet here we are with your head buried in my shoulder and my hand getting a feel.”

“It’s quite alright.” She lifted her head to look into my eyes. “There, that should make it easier for you to look at my chest.”

“Let’s find a place around here that’s quieter and a bit more private.” We walked to a nearby park and found a secluded spot amongst the trees to shade us from the late afternoon sun.

“Do you remember when we first met? Your sister invited me to join the three of you on the trip home. I had no other plans for Christmas, so I agreed. The boyfriend was the only one with a vehicle, and it had a cap over the truck bed. We drove through the night, and we rotated places, sometimes in the cab and sometimes in the back, sleeping on an old mattress they found at a yard sale.

“With all the luggage loaded, there was less sleeping room than on a twin bed. You offered to let me lie down and said you would sit up against some bags. We made a compromise; we would both lie down, but only with our backs to each other. Apparently, it would be okay if we ‘bumped’ into each other while sleeping back to back, but that level of intimacy was not okay if we slept face to face. You have to admit that it was amusing. After all, you had just seen me mostly naked and then proceeded to button up my shirt. How intimate was that? What did you think might happen while we were sleeping?”

I shook my head in the affirmative. I had enjoyed our conversation that day while I drove, and Lindie kept me company. We had come from

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