You opened the heavy wooden Starbucks door, pulling it hard towards your soft frame and you walked into the cafe.
I was sipping coffee, no sugar on a Saturday after my morning workout.
I always hate looking at girls in public. I know they say everywhere they go they can’t escape the “male gaze” so I was about to shake my head away when I saw you make eye contact with me and smile, like we shared some inside joke. Ok, I can look at you.
Your eyes, hair, and demeanor were a soft, warm, strong, hazel brown. All I could muster was a downward nod as you walked past, holding the eye contact, leaving a magnetic pull in your wake.
You walked towards the counter. There wasn’t a line and the way my tall, two-person table was facing you walked out of my line of sight.
I sat there and shifted as I felt my lower half, my baser half, instinctively throb through my pants. Once. Hard. Deep. A gush of blood flowed into my cock. It felt amazing and I tried to ignore it.