Treasure Hunt

What fun is a treasure hunt if the treasure is not hidden? I’m not afraid to work for my rewards. I’m actually good with delayed gratification, so long as it’s not delayed too long. That’s why I always give them a head start. It’s so much more, interesting.

And I never know where the next one will be.

Today, for example, I spotted her at the local swimming pool. I’d had no intention of finding anyone again so soon, but as she swam by her hand brushed my chest. Instant heat followed, charcoal, long soaked in lighter fluid, kissed by the flame of her touch. I caught sight of her heels as she flicked her strong legs behind her. I have always liked a well shaped foot, and hers were bewitching.

So I waited for down the street. My lucky day; she’d forgotten her shoes and the pebble strewn blacktop was painfully hot to her naked feet. I offered her a ride. She got in.

I locked the doors and leaned over to help her with the seatbelt. She didn’t even see the cloth in my hand or smell its sweetness until it was already at her face.

We drove a while in companionable silence, past homes and fields. The trees were thick on the old logging road where I parked. I left the doors open and walked away. I knew she’d wake up soon, and I wanted to give her time. 

I had all night to find my treasure.