Nameless Nights

She could tell he was nervous even though they both had a fair share of alcohol running hot through their veins. All his cool and confidence from the bar was slowly evaporating since they entered through her front door. Maybe he didn’t think he would get this far, she wondered, eyeing him taking off his outer jacket. His deep gray shirt had a good fit, unbuttoned enough for her to see he shaved his chest. To that he wore straight, midnight blue, jeans. They were fairly tight, she noticed, while unsuccessfully trying to get a tease of what he had to offer under. He couldn’t be younger than her, at most twenty five, she noted when he had taken off his shoes and approached her. Up close the smoky smell from the bar mixed with sweat and his juvenile perfume hit her suddenly, with a sensation shooting through her, feeling warmer under the black dress. “I just need to use the bathroom,” she told him while running her fingers along his waist. “The bedroom is just over there”.