I was 18 at the time. Fresh out of high school working at a private investigators office which had some shady after-hours jobs. I answered the phones and did clerical work. All the major businessmen in the area would meet with my boss.
On Saturday nights, he would host poker games at the office, and I would waitress at them for some extra cash. Most of the men who would attend were downright crass. They would try groping me or try convincing me to sleep with them for money, but I would always politely decline. None of them were remotely attractive to me at all except Arthur.
Artie was an older man who was in his early 60’s but was extremely attractive. He was kind and had a contagious smile but more than that he had this energy about him, this calm dominant energy, that would instantly make my pulse increase. When he came to the office, he would come talk to me and actually ask me about my life all the while gazing deep into my eyes. While speaking to him I would be transfixed in his gaze like a deer in headlights. That first time he touched my face I felt electricity course through my veins running straight to my most sensitive parts. I honestly think he felt it too.