Post by Triassic on Feb 26, 2009 1:34:59 GMT -5
ann watched as the man took a breath, let it out, and began to move slowly forward. his eyes were locked on the ground directly in front of him. he held himself very erect as he inched his way forward. at first she was concerned that he might notice her looking, ok she might as well admit it-staring-at him. but she quickly realized that every particle of his attention was focussed on his immediate task.
she looked around quickly. she didn't see anyone else anywhere. it was just her and this guy. and she decided that was for the best. he didn't need any distractions right now; no he did not. she realized with an odd feeling that she'd begun to feel protective of this stranger.
ann could see that his legs weren't of much help to him in this situation. unable to really rely on them he seemed to mainly be trying to keep them straight and steady. his arms had to do most of the work. she saw the muscles bunching and flexing as he tried to keep his center of gravity as low and steady as possible. taking tiny steps, concentration at maximum, he inched his way forward.
it was hard to say how long it would take him; five more minutes? ten? he WAS progressing. and ann got the feeling that this was by no means his first time doing this sort of thing. she realized that he was going to pass right by her table on the way to the door. noticing a chair that was partly blocking his path, she carefully and silently pushed it out of the way.
it was his focus that got to her. she didn't think she'd ever seen anyone so one-pointed, so alert to every nuance of bodily sensation, every micro-degree of balance. in a way, he was like a dancer. then she found herself wondering what it would be like to make love to a man capable of such an intensity of focus. she felt something way down in her belly do a slow flutter..woops! where did THAT one come from? he wasn't really her type-a bit too scrubby. and anway, he was...well, handicapped. or disabled. or whatever.
in any case, he was almost to her table now. she saw, close up now, that the strain was beginning to tell. a lock of hair was plastered to his forhead in a light sheen of sweat. he'd stopped to rest a bit, and she noticed that his forearms seemed to have developed a slight tremor. he took a big breath and started off again. not far to go now.
later, she wasn't sure if she'd had some kind of subliminal pre-perception of what was about to happen, and so had primed herself to react instantly...or did she see him glance quickly at her, perhaps noticing her presence, and thereby breaking his concentration?
in any case, what happened was what was feared to happen; his crutch tip slipped quickly out from under him on a piece of still-slick tile, and he began to fall.
ann was out of her chair like a shot. her right hand clamping over his and instantly arresting the motion of the crutch. her left arm was around his waist in one fluid motion. pressing herself hard against his body, she planted her feet and was stable. she was bearing his full weight. "it's ok. i've got you. i've got you.' she said to him.
she'd certainly never borne the weight of a man before, and again she felt that little flip-flop down below her belly. suddenly she became acutely aware of how her breasts were pressed against his body, and also aware of how he smelled, that close to her face; just the clean scent of a man.
much later, after they'd been intimate with each other, and of course, close lovers and friends for a long time, she would reflect how this first, impromptu embrace seemed to exist in some strange dimension of Timelessness. for it seemed to go on forever, tho' really it probably lasted no more than thirty seconds.
ann guided him over to a chair as he thanked her. he sat down in it carefully. she could see he was embarrased. his cheeks were slightly flushed. but he met her eyes and smiled. extending his right hand, which she could see was trembling slightly. 'i'm tim' he said 'thank you for saving me from my own clumsiness.'
'ann' she replied shaking his hand 'and it was no trouble at all. '
she looked around quickly. she didn't see anyone else anywhere. it was just her and this guy. and she decided that was for the best. he didn't need any distractions right now; no he did not. she realized with an odd feeling that she'd begun to feel protective of this stranger.
ann could see that his legs weren't of much help to him in this situation. unable to really rely on them he seemed to mainly be trying to keep them straight and steady. his arms had to do most of the work. she saw the muscles bunching and flexing as he tried to keep his center of gravity as low and steady as possible. taking tiny steps, concentration at maximum, he inched his way forward.
it was hard to say how long it would take him; five more minutes? ten? he WAS progressing. and ann got the feeling that this was by no means his first time doing this sort of thing. she realized that he was going to pass right by her table on the way to the door. noticing a chair that was partly blocking his path, she carefully and silently pushed it out of the way.
it was his focus that got to her. she didn't think she'd ever seen anyone so one-pointed, so alert to every nuance of bodily sensation, every micro-degree of balance. in a way, he was like a dancer. then she found herself wondering what it would be like to make love to a man capable of such an intensity of focus. she felt something way down in her belly do a slow flutter..woops! where did THAT one come from? he wasn't really her type-a bit too scrubby. and anway, he was...well, handicapped. or disabled. or whatever.
in any case, he was almost to her table now. she saw, close up now, that the strain was beginning to tell. a lock of hair was plastered to his forhead in a light sheen of sweat. he'd stopped to rest a bit, and she noticed that his forearms seemed to have developed a slight tremor. he took a big breath and started off again. not far to go now.
later, she wasn't sure if she'd had some kind of subliminal pre-perception of what was about to happen, and so had primed herself to react instantly...or did she see him glance quickly at her, perhaps noticing her presence, and thereby breaking his concentration?
in any case, what happened was what was feared to happen; his crutch tip slipped quickly out from under him on a piece of still-slick tile, and he began to fall.
ann was out of her chair like a shot. her right hand clamping over his and instantly arresting the motion of the crutch. her left arm was around his waist in one fluid motion. pressing herself hard against his body, she planted her feet and was stable. she was bearing his full weight. "it's ok. i've got you. i've got you.' she said to him.
she'd certainly never borne the weight of a man before, and again she felt that little flip-flop down below her belly. suddenly she became acutely aware of how her breasts were pressed against his body, and also aware of how he smelled, that close to her face; just the clean scent of a man.
much later, after they'd been intimate with each other, and of course, close lovers and friends for a long time, she would reflect how this first, impromptu embrace seemed to exist in some strange dimension of Timelessness. for it seemed to go on forever, tho' really it probably lasted no more than thirty seconds.
ann guided him over to a chair as he thanked her. he sat down in it carefully. she could see he was embarrased. his cheeks were slightly flushed. but he met her eyes and smiled. extending his right hand, which she could see was trembling slightly. 'i'm tim' he said 'thank you for saving me from my own clumsiness.'
'ann' she replied shaking his hand 'and it was no trouble at all. '