Mi Amor Distraccion, Alejandro

Have you ever experienced a 24 hour love bug? Have you ever met someone you find irrestibly attractive and spent a whole straight 24 hours with them as they knock item by item off your "I want this in a person" list? I fell deeply and madly in love on a greyhound from Texas to California. He was Alejandro from Equador. By under that title alone I imagine him in one of my Nora Roberts romance novels. Alejandro from Equador...goosebumps. When I think of Alejandro from Equador I invision him galloping on a white steed right on the edge of where the ocean meets the beach. Barely letting his horse come to a complete stop as he jumps down towards me like I'm a fountain of fresh water and he hadn't had a drop in 2 weeks. Rushing to me to drink from my lips and replenish my own thirst with his mouth to my neck, breast and then quinching his thirst on the never ending heat he creates from between my thighs. Right there on the beach in the openness for any passer by to accidently stumble upon, sun tanning our entangled, sandy bodies as we roll into the foaming tide. Then I snap back to reality from my day dreaming and realize he just asked me a question about the conversation we were having that I wasn't hearing thanks to his white horse ride up in my mind and the picture of him in a white button up sheer from the salt water and stained from the soft sand we made mud of. His hair hanging front his brow dripping sea drops in my open moaning throat. Oh dear, there I go again, stay focused Stormy, he's talking to you! He was so easy to converse with. Fun to disagree with. Open to a joke. I mean this guy was knocking numbers off my list left and right. Talk about throw me completely off track. So angry that I'm meeting the man straight from a romance novel while I'm on a greyhound, wearing spandex, with no makeup and this ride is 2 days.... Frekkin awesome.. If this guy thinks I'm hot now..he would mess his britches if he seen me all done up! Right ladies? So wrong. He made me feel like the sexiest woman on earth! He praised my paint free face and my blood boiled. I never wanted to bend over backwards to look so pretty for a guy in my life. The fact that he felt I looked my sexiest nude...faced,nude faced (lol) made me want to punch every other man in the world in their penis. At one point we get off the bus for a greyhound break and as he holds his hand out to escort me off the bus I glaze over. I see him holding his hand out to me, dressed all suave in a black tux, leading me through a high class event to the quiet star lit outside balcony. Chivalrously removing his tux jacket to place around my cold, hold me body. Locking his deep, dark eyes with mine, never breaking the trance he holds me under. Then I lose all sense of gravity as we participate in the longest, sweetest, steamiest make out sessions above the dumbfound pedestrians walking along the dimmly lit streets below. Then I nearly trip over my own feet off the bus because in my 5 second fantasy flash I was in heels and on a balcony when in reality I'm wearing tennis shoes and on the steps of a greyhound holding the exiting line up while I'm off in dreamland. One of our stops was a Wendy's and when we ate together I forgot what he was saying because all I could imagine was him and I in a fancy, high class restaurant so hungry for one another and not the plates we had ordered as he stands up and rips the cloth from the table. Plates of food and wine glasses of red crash down to the floor making a loud collision noise and then he crashes into me. Right there on the table infront of all the rich, sophisticated, ass in their heads consumers. Back on the bus I see him lay across the seats, tired but restlesz and I dream of running through a field of sunflowers and lazily laying at their roots in Alejandro's arms. Knocking the petals off the sunflowers closest to us by teasing one another of satisfaction. Then he shows me a photo of his toddler brother and instead of seeing him as someone's brother I saw him as a father. Even more sexy than the thoughts I had earlier. Playing catch outside as I mow the lawn or just seeing him from behind as he'd tuck a toddler in to bed, his broad shoulders caving over the crib, his perfect tush flexing with his thighs keeping him in balance. So many more fantasies that ran wild within my mind during our 24 hours of romance. At the stop before his last, he changed his clothes and when I tried to notice what he changed into all I could picture was him and I in an outside garden tub. I can almost smell the scent of honeysuckle almond as I wish I could bathe his spanish skin. Being pulled in fully dressed and the delicate way he would peel the drenched, skin sticking garments is what I hope would take place. I want to make him feel like everyday is his birthday. In a trance of romance and lust and eagerness I pour out and want to do his laundry when he is away just so I can imagine him in each individual article of clothing. I'd imagine I may also try to picture him wearing just the dryer sheet.. Stop it Stormy! Tell him you like his hat. Get in the NOW gurl! The NOW!! Oh Alejandro from Equador, you'd be the worse distraction for me yet and I don't want to focus on anything but you. Release me from this impression you've left on me. One day I hope to have my Alejandro from Equador. Till then I'll always have the greyhound...and his green hoodie he left with me that smells of his brute manly cologne with a hint of fiction. Buenos Noches my little chickens..