*Sorry if there are typo errors.
A kiss is a kiss. But what makes it special is the moment when that happens. It’s all about the moment, but that’s just me. I’ve seen this movie “Hitch” starring Will Smith, and he said there that “the first kiss, will always tell the woman what kind of relationship a guy would want”, is this true? Or is it just another exaggeration of the movie world. But if it is true, then it’s just all about the relationship. How about a kiss when you’re drunk or two people who just got caught up in a situation and kissed? How about that? Can somebody explain that to me? Please.
My life is pretty much like a T.V. sitcom, or sometimes a soap opera. Everything happens. And this one episode, I won’t forget. I got a kiss from a stranger. He wasn’t a total stranger actually, I know his name, and he knows mine. But we’re not really close to each other; we talk but not as much as I do to my friends. In short, we’re just acquainted. And to me, he is indeed a stranger.
It started by seeing him everyday in the office, he caught my attention because of his tattoo on his right arm. So I had my eyes on him. Then for some strange reason, we always have the same break schedule. He was there during my 15 minute smoking breaks and during my lunch. And every time I see him he was just there standing, not knowing me and not knowing him. Then one time I was smoking and talking to a friend, who I didn’t know was his team mate, and of course he was there, and was almost included to the whole conversation, so we smiled at each other. After that scenario, whenever we see each other during our breaks, we have made some progress, and this time we smile at each other and say hi’s and hello’s. Another day passed and this time I was with his team mates again, and of course I told them that I am crushing the Scorpion King. And so they called him and asked him to sit with us, and just hang out during our lunch. And that day he was borrowing my lighter. Of course I lent him my lighter. His team mate calls me “beautiful”, and she said “hey beautiful, may I borrow you lighter?” and I said “beautiful?” Then she goes “yeah beautiful…” looking at the Scorpion King and asked “isn’t it right Scorpion King, she’s beautiful?” and he agreed. Few convos passed, and again we’re alone. So I told him “you know, I’ve been seeing you all the time, even during my breaks, but I don’t know your name” and he put out his hands to shake mine and said his name, and of course I shook his hand and said my name. It was a good start.
I know his name now. But we are still the same, two strangers in the same world, at the same time, yet not knowing what to come between them. The hellos are the same, the smiles were the same. And when time came to end all this sameness, it was unusual and was fast. This time we are in the same elevator. He was behind me, and I was leaning on the wall of the elevator, when he suddenly touched my upper left chest to check out my tattoo. And he caressed my inked skin, and then I showed him my other tattoo, the one on my lower back, so he did the same thing about it. When we reached his floor he said goodbye and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It felt weird coz we’re not close to give kisses on the cheeks. Christmas passed, and we met again, this time we stepped in the elevator alone. We were standing and leaning on the walls of the elevator, and the Scorpion King came forward and said “I am about to get off”, then he touched my face and he slowly moved his face towards mine and placed his soft, reddish, slightly moist lips onto mine, and then he looked at me and paused, while holding my face with his smooth hands he just stared at me for like a second, and again he made me feel like a whole lot of woman, by giving me soft kisses, which I kissed back, and there in the elevator we have shared our moment by not being strangers, but by being two people who craves for each other. The feeling of his lips against mine was heavenly sweet. The taste of that scenario is utterly luscious. Kissing is inevitable, you’re just locked up in that instant of lips against lips, where your heart is pounding fast, and you’re mind is just clogged. You’re breath are just taken away by the other person, the silence is deafening. If you’re in that situation you just can’t get enough of it. It’s like all the affection comes out. You will feel like you’re in a movie that every fantasy is just there and you just don’t want to stop, and when you stop every magic that you have will feel like it was all worth the time. It was me and the Scorpion King let alone in an elevator sharing something that no one else knows, solace yet desirous. We had the most wonderful kisses to each other. Then it comes to the point where you have to stop because you have to. Then you will feel that everything is like a dream where you just don’t want to wake up. So I have to step off of the elevator and there I ended my day.
After all that excitement and lip teasing, I get a kiss from a stranger everyday. The feeling of kissing somebody is lovely, but the feeling of kissing somebody you don’t really know is exciting. You just can’t wait to do it again. For the longest time I have always have crushes, but this one I get to kiss. It’s all good. The loveliest part about it is the moment when we do it. It was spontaneous! The location, it’s so kinky, the elevator. I really don’t want to have sex with him. Even if he’s so hot. It is not in my option. We’re just kissing bandits. And I love it to stay that way. I think that if it would be more than a kiss it would ruin the moment and the idea of just a wonderful kiss every now and then. For me it’s all about the moment. Not even the location can top that. It’s weird how I say this. But it’s beautiful.
That time was a blast. I kept the Scorpion King in my little black book for reference. But it stopped right there. Few days later he stopped kissing me. I lost my stranger. He was almost gone. When we see each other, we just smile, but there are no words or whispers between me and him, we were just there standing, as if nothing happened. Well nothing really happened, except that we kissed unexpectedly. What I like about the Scorpion King is that he is so spontaneous, unpredictable to my eyes. Now it makes me ask, why he kissed me in the first place. I know why I kissed him. If I ask him, which would be inappropriate on both our end, it would come out that I am too insecure that’s why I asked. And of course I am not insecure. I just have this itch about curiosity. I just want to know what is it about me that made him want to kiss me so f-ing good. Is he just that flirty with the female specie or he just likes to kiss women whenever he has the chance to? And why did he stop?
I love kissing the Scorpion King. I have been thinking a lot about his soft wet lips that touched mine. When somebody kisses you, what’s on your mind? As for me, I don’t know at all. I can’t seem to identify what exactly goes on in my mind, when I received that unexpected kiss. When I am making out with somebody else, all I have in mind is lust. I am full of lust, and I admit that. But when it comes to the Scorpion King he leaves me with nothing. My mind is blank. All I know is that I am kissing him. When you put your lips against another lips everything turns cosmic for me. Everything seems so hazy yet wonderful. The Scorpion King leads me to a place where we are just alone in the world. The moment that we had there was unbelievable and unforgettable. He made me think about him over and over again. I know that kisses don’t really lead into something, but that’s okay. The most essential thing here for me is that I get to taste his wonderful soft lips. So what is it about kissing that makes it so special? Is the moment, the person, the relationship or just the fact that he or she is a good kisser? I will leave that question hanging.
Moving back to my adventure to my Scorpion King, we became team mates. So this time I get to see him everyday 11 hours a day, 4 times a week. And if I get lucky, I get to sit beside him. Few days passed, and we finally became friends, we talk sometimes, but we’re still strangers. Nobody knows in our team what we have done before. It was splendid. We have this big secret. Friends keep secrets, as for us, we’re not in that secret-keeping-friends level. We’re just us. Every passing day is a new day for me when it comes to the Scorpion King; I always wait what move he would do. Nothing that is the word that best describe the situation. Nothing at all. We sit beside each other, but we still don’t talk. It was weird.
Few weeks before I resign, we have been hanging out more often. We sit beside each other, we joke, we talk a bit, and I smell him. And sometimes give him a hug, and joked that I like him. And when my last week is due, I don’t follow my break schedule anymore, what I do is I follow the Scorpion King’s schedule. He was aware of that, so he asks me little favor that he goes first and then I follow. Then when he goes home, which he does an hour earlier than my shift, I go to the pantry where I know where he is, when I we bump into each other, I tell him “go home, and give me a kiss.” And he would. He would give me a smack and leave. Then my day is over.
Now this I want to tell detail by detail, our last episode. It was the day before my official resignation date. It was our second to the last break of the day, we were in the elevator like always, we we’re standing beside each other but this time we are not yet alone, and he stretched his arm to put around me and pulled me over to him. I felt weird, yet it was like a good sign. So what I did is that I put my right arm to his back and leaned to his side and gave his left arm a kiss, and smelled it. What he did is he went in front of me and leaned to me, while I gave his back a kiss, and again smelled him. Then we came to the point where we were alone again, this time I was on his left side. I looked at him, and he looked at me, then he gave me a soft smack, he looked at me and kissed me again, and he did the same thing about 2 more times. It was sweet. His kisses were sweet. My last day came. Again, we were inside the elevator same time, our second to the last break. We didn’t kiss this time around, but he leaned to me, and I put my arms around him. Last break came, and alone again him and me in the elevator, our favorite place of mischief. I was on his back again, and he leaned to me again. And this time I didn’t put my arms around him. He just looked at me and gave me those soft kisses again. Those soft, sweet, kisses I surely won’t forget. It was my final hour. I went to the pantry to have the chance to see him one last time. And I did, we said our goodbyes, hugged the last time and kissed me one last time.
The Scorpion King, definitely a story, an episode that I will always remember. Even now I still of him more often, thinking of those kisses that he have given me, and still asking why. He have left a mark in my mind that he was the first guy I have kissed in the elevator. The moment that we did it was remarkable. Kissing doesn’t have to happen in a relationship, it can be spontaneous to a spontaneous person. The day I kissed his soft lips has always been in my mind ever since. Nothing can top that experience. He made me end my day and my last day in the office a pure blast. But of course this has been another lesson for me, because I would know what to do next time this happens. Again it has been the moment for me and him. And for me it was that day that he first kissed me over and over again in the elevator and still remained strangers.
~diwata~
