I looked over at you at the party. You were wearing a black dress with your legs out and heels on. I knew I shouldn’t. We were both attached at this point. We’d had a couple of close encounters in the past but certainly hadn’t seen each other in a while. Just some light flirting but nothing that went any further. You looked amazing. The dress hugged your figure and of course the heels emphasised all the right parts of your body.
I took a sip of my drink and sat alone watching as you got yourself something from the bar. I needed a break from socialising. It was fun but could be draining for a natural introvert like me. I noticed you make your order, smile at the barman, then watched the look on his face as your eyes held with each other for a little longer than a throwaway encounter normally would. Damn. Your Hazel eyes tended to have that affect on guys even when you were wearing your usual big, thick framed glasses. He turned away to get you your drink. You placed your elbows on the bar and lent forward just a little. This simple gesture pulled your dress even tighter and and brought out the shape of your ass just a little more than usual. Christ. You looked amazing. Just as you said a flirty goodbye to to the mesmerised barman. You turned around, looked briefly around the room and your eyes set on…me. Shit. Was I staring?