I walk in and see you sitting at the bar. You are drinking a martini, stirred not shaken. 3 olives.
I stop and watch you for a minute, looking you over and taking you in. The bar is quiet, but something gets your attention and you look my way. You see me over your shoulder and swivel in your stool without taking your eyes off me. I smile at you and you get up. The look on your face tells me you are pleased.
I walk towards you and watch you scan my body. You are a gentleman so of course you lean in…put your hand on the small of my back and kiss my cheek. I feel your breath as you linger over my ear and I get goosebumps. I’ve already started to feel that very familiar pulsing in my most secret of places. The moment I saw you it started. The moment you touched me it heightened. You offer me a seat and ask what I’d like to drink. My heart is pounding as I answer you. “Scotch, neat, please” I respond while I smile and tear your cloths off with my eyes. You touch my hand and look into my eyes captivating me.