She was a friend of a friend, but from the moment he saw her, he knew he had to have her. And when I say have, I mean it in the strongest terms, have, take, the feeling was so strong and felt so right, he knew it would happen.
That first moment was a lunchtime drink, his friend made introductions, she smiled and said ‘hi’ her voice gentle, her eyes blue and the most beautiful he’d ever seen. They stood at the bar, him, her, and the friend in the middle. Walking back to work afterwards he’s even more sure she’s going to become more than a passing acquaintance.
Flash forward 2 weeks, she’s at his flat, they talk and flirt, something or other on the tv. She works where he does and lunchtime has become an exercise in sexual tension. So this has been inevitable. Leaning over to kiss her she straddles his lap, her hair is up and the fine face and eyes look even more striking. He cups her face in his hands and places a deep kiss, tender at first and then more urgent, lips parted their tongues move over each other, probing.