I’m very selective about my gaze, I don’t look at things I don’t like looking at. Your studious stare made my body twitch: Boom, zip, gone, but I felt it. I let you undress me with your eyes longer, you see, I did somewhere around twenty push ups before my morning trip to Starbucks. Sometimes, unsolicited attention feels good.
I move, you copy. It’s not rude if I like it. I stare at you back, deeply. You can’t hold it because society tells you it’s rude — so you look away. Only to gracefully lift your head and meet my eyes. Fierce, strong, I could tell it’s just a shell though. I move, you copy… again.
The conversation of the eyes end. You go back to drinking your skinny vanilla latte and I focus on my paper. Nature calls due to the intake of fluids. I move, you follow this time. We stand in line for one of the bathrooms to open up, just us two waiting. As a gentleman, I let you go first.
Something is happening, I can feel it. I can smell it. This whole experience has turned you on. You gracefully enter the wash closet and face me as you let the door close hinting for my company. The natural closing of the door is interrupted by your foot. You whisper, “hurry.”
I smile. And reply, “I’ll wait, thanks.”
“Your loss.”
I would’ve ruined you if I came into the bathroom, even though you were older than me. I wouldn’t have left any marks, but, your throat would’ve been sore for the next couple of days. We would’ve made sweet silent music, but I’m above Starbucks bathroom sex… I prefer rock and roll when it comes to fucking though.
It was really your loss.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/b3lukd/the_shit_that_happens_at_a_starbucks
That pleased me.