Dream, Fantasy, Truth or Fiction

It happens so quickly. The look. From beneath my lashes, a quick glance towards the man coming towards me. Not to me as I don't know him. Yet. But Id like to. I think. He looks attractive, hes well dressed and carries himself well. Theres something about him that makes me want to watch him move. Its graceful but in a commanding way. My breaths become shallow and I moisten my lips. My heart beats faster.

I slide my book to the edge of the table and just as he passes my table I push it off so it falls. It works. I start to reach for it as he bends his knees to come all the way down and as he reaches the book my hand covers his. Our eyes meet, mine in delight and his in surprise. I smile and tell him that he has something of mine and he says its only fair as you have something of mine. This confuses me and I must have looked it as he gave this low husky chuckle. 'My hand' he says. 'you have my hand'. I look down and feel my cheeks redden. I let go of his hand and he says hes charmed to find someone still able to blush. Which makes me redden even more.

He sits down across from me and them asks if its OK. I ask him if its customary to ask after the act is already done. He laughs and I feel myself smile. I ask him if he was worried that the seat was already taken by someone else and that they might return any moment. He leans back in the seat and lifts one side of his lips in a knowing smile. He says hes not worried.

This turns me on. His confidence. I lean forward and notice his gaze dip to my cleavage. I see him lick his lips. I smile slowly and his gaze slowly moves up to meet mine. I arch an eyebrow in question. He leans in so we are closer and says in an urgent voice 'If I were to ask you to come with me so I can buy you a drink, would you say no'.

I lean forward enough that I can smell the faint scent of his cologne, my eyes close as I commit this moment to memory and I answer him with 'it depends on how you ask'. I lean all the way back in my seat and smile not knowing what it is he will be doing next. He stands up and leans all the way over the table, his hands on the edges and moves his face close to mine and leans his cheek on mine and against my ear says softly, 'you got my attention with pushing the book off the table'.

Theres no way he could have missed my shallow breaths when I heard his comment. I didn't move and he didn't move. The all of a sudden I feel lips lips capture my earlobe and tug it into his move. It felt hot, wet and oh so good. I felt myself tighten between my legs and I I find my lower lip in between my teeth as he releases my earlobe with a slight bite and pull.

All I could think of to say was, 'that wasn't a question' Which made him laugh and I joined him in the laughter. Oh this would be good...