Cafe Erotique

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Thursday, July 06, 2006

Lustful Beginnings

She was hot for him, even though he smoked cigarettes. She considered, as they chatted at the coffee shop, making an exception to her rule of not getting it on with a smoker.

After a while, she got up to leave. He remained seated.

"Goin' home?" he asked.

"Yep," she said, hesitating by his chair.He wore a hat, engineer-style. He peered up at her from under the brim.

"Well," he began, jiggling his leg a little. She waited. He gave a quick glance around.

"Well," he said again, dropping his voice so only she could hear, "you look too good to be going home alone."

She smiled. A hot flush spread through her.

He watched the response, a smile playing on his lips.

"You're blushing," he murmured.

"Yeah," she sighed, "I know." She looked down at the table, trying to figure out what to say or do next.

He uncrossed his legs and sat forward in the chair, looking up at her. She looked back and wished they were not in public.

He reached out and rested his hand on her bare leg, just below the knee, then looked back up at her face.

She returned his gaze. Her whole body felt warmed, as though she were standing by fire.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?" he asked, not moving his hand.

"For this," she said.

1 Comments:

  • At 3:04 PM, Blogger Nikon said…

    I love the erotica - you're very good at it.
    Write some more, please!
    Paul
    http://hemingwaysparis.blogspot.com/

     

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