I was border lining on becoming inappropriate in public. With the night stretching before me, the longing was far from quelled. It was a hunger, deep and raw, for the man who had unwittingly awakened a fervour within me that knew no bounds. I knew this was just the beginning, a prelude to what could be an all-consuming fire. And I was ready to burn.
The bartender's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts, "What'll it be, miss?" I blinked, suddenly aware of my surroundings, the dim lighting of the bar, the clinking of glasses, the low murmur of conversations. Clearing my throat, I forced myself to focus, "I'll have another glass of the Merlot, please." As the bartender turned to pour my drink, I took a deep breath, trying to steady the trembling of my hands. The memory of his presence, his voice, his gaze, was still so vivid, searing into my mind. I knew I had to get a grip, to push these inappropriate thoughts aside, but the more I tried, the more they consumed me.
The bartender returned with the glass of wine, and I gratefully took a sip, the familiar warmth doing little to quell the fire burning within me. I knew I was playing with fire, that indulging in these fantasies could only lead to trouble, but the allure of him, the pull of his magnetism, was simply too strong to resist. As I sat there, sipping my wine and trying to regain my composure, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would I ever see him again? And if I did, would I have the courage to act on the desires he had so effortlessly awakened within me?
"This seat taken?" a familiar voice asks next to me, as he takes a seat. A shiver running down my spine as I heard Robert's familiar voice. "Haven't seen you in a while?" he says, moving closer. Visions of our intimate past flash before me and I take his hand leading him to the parking lot. Looking for his car. Robert's hands were on me the moment we reached the car, his lips crashing against mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. I melted into his embrace, all thoughts of Paul forgotten as Robert's familiar touch ignited a different kind of fire within me. His hands roamed my body, igniting sparks of pleasure that make me gasp against his mouth.
In the backseat of his car, our clothes were shed hastily, skin meeting skin as we surrendered to the primal need that had always existed between us. I lie down, "Place your hands above your head. I want you all to myself and want to explore every damn inch of you. I can't do that if you drive me nuts, ready to blow, with every single touch." My heart skips a beat from the lustful demand in his voice. I quickly oblige and by moving my hands above my head, my back arches and pushes my breasts up. A sly smile spreads his handsome face.