The dinner date was the same as every other dinner date. Soul crushing. Boring. Maddening. Depressing. Hurry up and bring the pinot grigio, need to deaden those sharp feelings and get through the night, get to bed, get to my show, make sure he doesn’t touch me, he’s so….wrong for me. The thought races through your head and you try to tune in to what he’s saying, try to smile back, try to fake it. Are you going to make it? Hardly. You sigh inwardly, knowing it’s hopeless. As you fight to keep your eyes from glazing over, you notice over his shoulder a man looking at you. At first, you don’t really think about it, but your eye catches him again, he’s focused on you and it distracts you. You watch, trying split your attention, to make it seem like you’re engaged here, when really, you’re there, already, can’t help yourself. When was the last time a man looked at you that way. It makes your mouth go dry, you kind of want to hyperventilate, you feel your chest grow warm as your eyes connect and hold. From across the room, he slowly raises his wine to his lips, not taking his eyes from you, the way he sips, suggestive of unchained desire, unchained for you. The noise across from you drones on, now indiscernible, you’re entranced by those eyes over his shoulder. He slowly puts his wine down, a small smile now playing over his lips, you see him get up from his chair, he surreptitiously gestures toward the back of the restaurant, the invitation to you sudden but so welcome. You feel your chest rise, the turmoil in your belly, the skin under your bra suddenly sensitive, aching. “One sec” you find yourself saying to your dinner partner across from you, “I need to go freshen up”, and you excuse yourself. You wonder what has gotten in to you, but you also can’t stop yourself, what might happen, could happen? You look to the back just to see him disappear around the corner and you follow, despite the risk. Are you so drawn by that look, the promise of the sexual side of you suddenly flourishing back to life that you simply can’t resist? Your heart beats so fast, your hearing is almost deafened, you feel almost lightheaded, your mouth so dry as you draw nearer to the dark hallway where he disappeared. You step into the hallway, looking at the doors at the end, not sure where you are going or where he is, when suddenly, he is right beside you, behind you, his breath on your neck. “You’re so damn sexy” he whispers into your hair, your body thrills to the sound, the words, the desire packed in his voice. He gently guides you into an unnoticed alcove further down the hall, he is behind you, deeper in the alcove, leaving you the space to change your mind if you want. But you don’t, you stay, your desire, your hunger for this, so long unmet, the yearning to be touched, ravished, enjoyed, it locks you in place. And you feel his hands on your waists, lips brushing your neck, lean back, feel your panties wet, temperature rising between your legs, you haven’t felt this aroused in so long… Read more »