I see her across the room. She is standing in the center of large picnic area at a ranch where we are having a company function. What I feel in this moment is surreal. It is like she walked right out of my dreams. Surely, this is most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes upon. I ask the guy next to me if he knows her? “Who, Sienna? Yeah, good luck with that one!” he laughs. Okay, good to set reasonable expectations.
Sienna is a breathtaking sight to behold and my heart is racing. I savor beautiful sunsets and sunrises, panoramic mountain views, and star-filled heavenly nights. None of these remotely compared to what I am experiencing looking at her. Her long, blonde hair and blue eyes certainly pull me in. Sienna’s incredibly tone figure and sexy curves are beautifully accented with fashionable stylings which draw me in deeper. There is more though…something in the way she moves that casts me into my dreamy haze.
She has such a thoughtful expression in her eyes and her face as she speaks with others. Her smile seems so warm and sincere. Her hands and gestures flow with sensual grace…sparkles of light seem to be radiate around her. I can sense her inner tempo and spirit as she flows beautifully and sensually in the world around her. It is a lot to absorb in one glance, but I feel it. While clearly experiencing a somewhat emotional or spiritual reaction, there is also an equally compelling physical reaction that I am struggling to hide from public view.
As a matter of self preservation, I work hard at avoiding workplace romances. I decide not to approach her and reluctantly yielded to my self-imposed restraint. Since we didn’t work in the same state, we only crossed paths at large national meetings which didn’t occur too often. Each time I saw her though, the same physical and emotional response gripped me. I couldn’t seem to shake her from my thoughts.
When we did briefly connect at meetings, our conversations often centered around fitness. We both enjoyed a physically active lifestyle and enjoyed hearing about one another’s training and upcoming events. I somehow managed to get through these moments despite feeling like I couldn’t form complete sentences around her. It was as if there were circles of light running between and through us…it was electric. There was something magical happening, but she was so hard to read. Was she feeling the same way?
Sienna didn’t make it easy on me. She wore just enough of a protective mask that I couldn’t see or get to that next level with her. Beyond breaking my self-imposed restriction on dating people I work with, I really don’t have anything tangible to loose by making a move on her. Really, I don’t care if a woman rejects me. If you’ve read my blog, it might seem like no one rejects me but it does happen. Well, I’m pretty sure it has happened. I just don’t write about it.
Why the hesitancy? Her perception of me mattered. More importantly though, my perception of her mattered. I liked knowing she was there…this woman that now fueled my fantasies. I didn’t want to get the stiff arm from her and have the dream ruined. It’s not like I wasn’t seeing other girls and having a great time. I was happy. Why risk blowing up the dream? I wait.
Time passes and we no longer work at the same company. By chance, our paths cross at a professional society meeting and the light show was still firing around us. During a slow day at the conference I am coming off an elevator to go out for a run. Sienna is waiting to get on that same elevator. The hands of fate at work?
Sienna’s Flashback – We randomly ended up at the same bank of elevators. I was waiting to get on and you were hustling off for a run. Michael, your gaze slid over me like a veil of fire and you ignited my deepest desires with that one single glance. I decided right then…WE will Be! ❤❤❤❤❤
Once again, I have a brief conversation with Sienna that leaves me dazed. Heading off on my run, I play through the entire interaction over and over. I must have sounded so ridiculous! Why can’t I form complete sentences when she is so close to me? As I run, she is running through my thoughts and pulling at my soul. What is it? I can feel her inside me and see our story in her eyes. Fortunately, the meeting will go on for a few more days. I have time to rally and get myself together. I have to make this move. This could very well be my last opportunity to finally remove Sienna’s mask.
The next evening I am relaxing near the bar with a small group of colleagues. Through other forces at play, Sienna finds her way to this bar and is folded into our little group. This is it…my last opportunity. I lock her down in conversation pretty quickly. I’m not giving any other men the slightest glimmer of hope with Sienna. We make some chit chat as the larger group conversation evolves to plans for heading out to a pub outside the hotel.
The other guys are excited about the prospect of Sienna joining us but she isn’t so sure about it. I focus in and ask her to come out with us…emphasizing that I want to spend more time with her. She moves closer to me and rests her hand on my arm and asks me to promise I won’t forget about her at the pub. “You are the only reason I’m going to go.” Wow. Now this is a good sign.
Sienna wants to go up to her room to change, and I decide it might be a good idea to do the same. After freshening up, I leave my room and hop on the elevator. A few floors down, the elevator stops and Sienna enters. What is it about this elevator? Sienna looks fantastic with her tight, stretchy jeans showing off her long, tone legs and perfect ass. The high heels take it to a whole new level of hotness. Yes, I am drooling. Arriving on the first floor together, we wander around looking for the group and soon find ourselves away from the lobby…and alone.
We are chatting about our passion for exercise and the almost spiritual feeling we sometimes experience during extended endurance-type workouts. The topic makes an important shift when we discuss how this same passion and spirituality is missing in other areas of our life. We go deeper and share what we value and desire in a relationship and the disappointment in not finding it. After years of just scratching the surface, we were finally connecting on a deeper level. We share similar desires, but could we…would we find this in each other? Slowly and gently, I was removing Sienna’s mask and she was revealing herself to me.
Our ever deepening conversation is interrupted as the group finds us and we are swept up in the hustle for taxis.
To be continued…
You can find all of the currently available story about my journey with Sienna here – Sensual Shadows