They Meet… Finally
One car is waiting, watching
Several minutes later another car pulls up
The shopping center is not yet crowded, it’s early
The man in the first car sits up at attention when the second car pulls up and parks next to him.
The woman in the second car pretends not to notice
The woman in the second car looks into the rear view mirror and runs her fingers thru her long dark hair
Dab the “Beautifull”
The man in the first car pretends not to notice
The woman in the second car flips down the mirror on the visor and checks her makeup
When satisfied with what she sees in the mirror the woman in the second car grabs her purse and opens the car door.
The man in the first car never takes his eyes off her.
She knows.
She can feel his eyes.
She walks towards the bookstore as planned.
She begins to walk a bit slower
Approx 30 seconds later the man in the first car opens his door and heads towards the bookstore.
She knows
He is not sure if she knows
Men! Jeeze
He is not able to walk slowly
He catches up to her, he doesn’t mean to.
She opens the bookstore door
He takes the front door from her
He is still not sure
She is grinning,,,,,,,, inside
He walks to the planned meeting section “Children’s Books”
She walks left to the café section
He is disappointed
He hoped it was her.
She’s stands tall, great long legs, warm smile, reddish long hair
He could eat this woman all up
Disappointed look
She is giggling,,,,,,,inside, as she orders a cappuccino
Let him wait
Sipping slowly
He looks bewildered
Wipes her fingers on a napkin, tosses into her half filled cappuccino cup
Shakes her long hair and slowly walks over to the children’s section
He tries to look cool
Like he knew it was her all along
She knows different
He looks at her with a question İstanbul Escort mark kind of look
He says her screen name
She nods yes
Nice to finally meet you
“Yes,nice to meet you”
“Do I look like what you thought I would look like?”
“Yes not bad”
“Not bad?”
Grin
Grin
“Coffee?”
“just had”
“Right”
“But YOU can have”
“Black please, no sugar, I’m sweet enough”
“you are, huh?”
“Yep”
Walking towards door slowly sipping the hot black coffee
“Where are we walking?”
“Out”
“Not to your car”
“No, you’re not a backseat girl”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you’re not a backseat girl”
Benches in parking lot
Sitting
“So tell me what do you think?”
“Think about what?”
“Finally meeting?”
“I think its good we finally met”
“Why?”
“You have to ask why?”
“Yes I do”
“Because were attracted to each other”
“Is that all?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
“Enough for a meeting”
Attraction is a powerful thing
“So now what?”
He brings his hand up to her cheek
Turns hand around
Gently strokes her cheek with back of his fingers
“Now, I would like to kiss you
But your not a parking lot girl either”
“What’s a parking lot girl?”
“Same as a backseat girl but different”
“How is it different?”
“How is it the same?”
“You’re crazy”
“No, you’re crazy”
She takes hold of his stroking hand, gently, not stopping him from stroking
She loves the stroking
She looks at him, right into his eyes
He doesn’t look away
But not right into her eyes, not yet
She holds the stroking hand tighter.
He reaches with other hand to stroke the other cheek
He looks down
Big black olives trying to escape the bra and come thru her sheer pink blouse
“Stop!”
“Stop?”
“Yes”
“Why?”
“Why? Anadolu Yakası Escort Not here, that’s why.”
“We weren’t doing anything and we’re not going to either, lets walk”
“To where?”
“Just walk”
“Ok”
Its late fall, slight chill, drizzling, damp
The weather was damp too
“So tell me, what are you looking for?”
“I could ask the same question”
“You go first”
“I like the adventure
The act of the rendezvous.
The thrill of the meet
The danger of getting caught
But that’s me but you’re different”
“How so?”
“First the attention thing
You’re a self-proclaimed attention slut
Attention whore!
Whore, slut
Exhibitionist perhaps
Its not that you probably don’t get attention
You probably don’t have to work for it
You need to dress up
Matching finger, toes nails, lipstick
The FMPs
The sheer blouse
Attention you get but you need more”
“I am not an exhibitionist”
“I know You’re too afraid to be an exhibitionist
But you want to be”
“So?”
“You open a crack, so to speak, at a time
You tease”
“I am not a tease”
“You are not a tease, but you tease”
“I don’t mean to tease”
“Yes you do”
“You love it”
It gets damper, the atmosphere gets damper too
It gets harder to walk around
The drizzling also makes it hard to walk around
It’s damp and hard to keep walking
The weather is awful too
“Is that all I am to you
an illicit rendezvous?
A little dirty secret you keep locked away inside your head?”
“So?”
“All I am to you is a slave to worship you
I am the attention slut A Whore!”
“Attention whore I said”
“Whore, slut, whateve
“Attention is what you need
You need it and I supply it”
“Yes you do”
It gets damper and even harder to walk
The weather get worse too, Üsküdar Escort darker clouds
“If I promise to be on my best behavior can we talk in my car?”
“If I promise to be on my best behavior can we talk in MY car?”
“Ok I don’t care whose car; it’s hard to walk here”
“Yes I agree, it’s too wet also and it looks like its going to pour”
“Why did I do this on a Thursday?”
‘Do what?”
“Do this.”
“Never mind”
“Here is my car”
“Nice car”
“Thanks, I earned it”
“How?”
“Long story, not for now”
Turning off car alarm
Opening driver door
Reaching in, opening side door, getting settled.
Looking at mirror, “Look at me, my hair is a mess”
“I am
My hair is a mess too”
The scent of the “Beautifull” fills up the car
He reaches over to touch her cheek
She leans in, tilts her head and kisses him
Mouths locked
Tongues rubbing
Arms around neck
Hands around waist
Pulling closer
Hands up and down her sides
Long red fingernails in hair
Kissing harder
Windows fogging up
Pressing the olives so hard, making olive oil
Hands reaching behind and down
Two cheeks, two hands, two handfuls
Pouring outside
Steamy inside
Pulls away from his hands
Startled
Moves around, now sitting on his lap
Hard lap
One arm around her waist
Other hand on bare knee
Pressing olives into his face
Biting thru sheer pink blouse
Long red fingernails open 2 buttons and pulls up pink bra
Pushes olives into his mouth
Wants both in same mouth, impossible, but tries anyway
Hand on knee slides all the way up
Heels fall off
Teeth nibble and 2 fingers explore, deep
The long red fingernails dig into his neck
She digs more fingers into his neck
Four fingers exploring her, deep
Mouth opening wide, engulfing
Knees spreading, fingers deeper
Whole hand almost in,
Pushing against hand, wanting more, wanting deeper
Rocking
Pushing
Biting
More rocking, pushing, biting
Car bouncing
She is getting all the attention
She loves it.
Explosion