Internal borders had reopened and travel for work was resuming.
Early starts, airport lounges, flights, long days and dinners in hotels alone. Room service always seemed like the easier choice than eating alone in the restaurant or bar. Tonight though, tonight she craved some company, even if just the atmosphere of being amongst people after months of lock down.
A light dinner in the bar and people watching won. Meal ordered, glass of wine in hand, she relaxes and leans back. A soft smile, eyes shining she admires the talent around the room. There was just something about men in business attire, even at the end of the day, jackets and ties off, collar buttons undone, shirts slightly creased and worn, but still largely crisp. Light stubble starting to shadow faces and chest hair just evident at that open neck.
She watches one such suit (she calls them all suits) talking with the barman, lightly laughing as he tastes his pale ale, licking froth from his top lip.
She imagines what it must be like to be held by him, staring into those deep pools of eyes as he leans down to kiss her, tongue slowly parting her lips, even lightly nipping her bottom one. His arms around her, lightly stroking her back as they make their way down. Her own hands reaching up, unbuttoning some more of that shirt, starting to remove it as she leans in to kiss him back, deeply, tongues finding each other and searching.
Momentarily lost to carnal thoughts of what they could be doing in those fresh white hotel sheets in her room upstairs she doesn’t notice him leave the bar and wonder over. With a wicked grin he stops, leans over and asks….’penny for your thoughts?’
She laughs, winks and lightly says back cheekily….’oh they are worth much more than a penny, how badly do you want to know……?’
Love the way you write, your stories make the reader feel the passion and desire.