Your morning is bright and clear, and you are eager to get to the museum, where you were a volunteer guide. The traffic is slower than normal and you are becoming impatient so you change the music to distract yourself. Your mind is planning and anticipating the day and the upcoming weekend. You will be able to have a quiet dinner alone tonight and you are looking forward to that.
Soon you pull into the drive and find a spot in the reserved area and park. You check your hair in the mirror and get out. Once inside, you report to the lounge and then the office and greet your friends and co-volunteers. A cup of coffee is handed to you by a friend.
It's just a normal day in many respects.
I have been busy with sales calls for the last week and I am tired of it. I sat in the hotel room and looked through the tourist brochures and maps. I made some notes and left the room for the restaurant for a light breakfast. While waiting for my toast, I located some points of interest on the map. I chose four places that I thought might break the monotony.
I have always loved to explore new cities, and have been fascinated by zoos, planetariums, science centers, historical places and architectural novelties, as well as various museums. Two years ago, while in Washington, DC, I extended my trip so I could spend a week in the Smithsonians.
I was as excited as a kid when I left the hotel, ready for an adventure. I drove for about an hour and I finally pulled into the parking lot of a museum I found in the literature. I went to the entrance and found I was early and had almost a half hour to wait, so I went back to my car and ruffled through the papers in my briefcase.
Finally I was allowed to enter.
I strolled around trying to find something that would hold my interest. I struggled to become involved. I just wasn't into it but I continued walking and looking.
After an hour or so, I sat on one of the uncomfortable benches in the middle of the room and watched the other patrons as they studied the exhibits. And out of the corner of my eye, I saw you. I turned my attention to you as you walked slowly though the exhibit, pointing and explaining it to the group with you.
I was fascinated by you and I got up and joined the group for the rest of the tour. I was careful to stay in the outside and act as inconspicuous as possible, as I watched you. I saw you as a challenge for me and a way to relieve the boredom of the day.
When we neared the end of the tour, you asked for any questions. I asked the origin of the last two items and you responded patiently and knowledgeably. You looked directly as you responded and I was satisfied with this initial contact with you.
I moved about the area when the group had left and made sure to encounter you again, this time making more small talk and becoming a little friendly. As we talked, I looked at your breasts, making sure that you saw my eyes studying you. I wanted to test your response and I became more obvious and bolder in my body language and in my aggressiveness.
I detected some uncertainty in your responses but you did not leave. This was very exciting to me and my cock became alive. I moved in such a manner that you had to notice my hard cock pressing against my slacks and just to be sure, I pushed it with my hand and readjusted it a little. You were very aware of my cock then, and I saw you shudder slightly as you became more aware of the game I was playing with you.
You may have thought it was harmless flirtation but I was serious.
After a few minutes I thanked you for your help and said I must leave for lunch, and asked if you knew of an interesting place away from the area of the museum....someplace unusual and different. You mentioned a place that you sometimes visited on the way home, when you felt dark and moody. I thanked you and invited you to meet me there for wine and a light lunch. You declined and thanked me, as you had another tour set in a few minutes.
