The clouds have been threatening rain all day. Looking up at the sky, TreTia sees the dark clouds start to roll in. Rushing into the pub she just beats the starting of the rain shower. Blinking her eyes to get accustomed to the darkness of the interior, she walks slowly to an empty table, her hips swaying like a gracefully ship upon the calm seas.
Sitting down and removing her coat, TreTia orders a glass of rose blush wine. Smiling at the young waiter, she notices he stared at her a bit longer than necessary. TreTia was used to men looking at her. With her long flowing blonde/brown hair and big sparkling hazel eyes, her face a soft round with a small nose and a smile so bright that men smile just to appreciate it directed at them.
As the waiter leaves to retrieve her order, TreTia reaches down in her briefcase to get some papers she needs to read for work on Monday. With a deep sigh she starts to read, her wine is set before her by the awestruck waiter.
TreTia is reading her papers when all of the sudden she gets chills on her neck. sensing someone looking at her, she discretely looks around the pub trying to see who it is. Not seeing anyone looking at her she goes back to reading, but peeks under her lashes a bit around the room as she still has the feeling of being watched. TreTia feels the trickle of goosebumps going up and down her spine. Smiling to herself she decides to have some fun, it's been awhile since she has been daring and flirtatious.
Reaching up she pats her hair securely making sure her hair is not mused, stretching her blouse across her breast. Slowly her hands come down and caress her neck, rolling her head a bit. TreTia reaches for her glass of wine and takes a sip, the liquid flows over her pink lips. As the wineglass is lowered you can just see a hint of wine on her lips making them dewy and kissable. TreTia darts her tongue out and traces them along her bottom lips, then peeks her tongue out to trace her top lip to get every drop of wine.
Placing her wineglass on the table, TreTia moves her hand to her blue blouse, her long tapered peach colored fingernails, skim over her blouse trailing down the center of her breast to her flat tummy. She moves her hands over her black mini and to her thighs. Feeling the person's eyes on her as she moves her hand up to her hips and seductively crosses her legs letting her high heel dangle from her foot.
Reaching for her report on the table, TreTia moves her other hand to her top button, absently undoing the button slowly, skimming her hand down to the second button letting a small bit of her Red Lacy bra show and some smooth silky breast. Fanning her blouse a bit, she reaches up and lets her hair flow down around her shoulders to fall down to her waist to lay on her lap. Moving her hair to one side of her, she leans over, rubbing her hands down her thigh to her knee down to her shin to her ankle, letting her hair flow in the background like a curtain; her breasts peeking out of her blouse.
Looking up she locks eyes with the most fascinating pair of Green eyes she has ever seen. Smiling she leans back slowly, never taking her eyes off of him, feeling the heat penetrate her body and flow down to the juncture of her thighs. Feeling a slight blush to her cheeks, TreTia looks away and yet still feels the heat of his gaze.
Absently TreTia grabs her briefcase and shoves her reports in to them, shaking and a bit flustered, she looks over and finds the mysterious man gone. Shocked and a bit disappointed, she looks around the pub to see if she can spot him at the bar, or anywhere. The room being a bit over crowded for a Friday afternoon, TreTia, stands and looks around; still not seeing him, she takes a deep sigh and thinks of the lonely weekend ahead of her. Placing her hair up on top of her hair again, she is somewhat perplexed at the sharp feeling she felt for this stranger. Putting on her coat and laying a few pounds on the table for the wine, TreTia walks slowly to the door. As she pauses at the door, she takes one last look around the room, but still does not see him and turns to leave.
As she steps out side, TreTia notices the sun has gone down. Smiling, she stops short as that feeling of tingling started at her neck again. Looking around the street, she sees him, leaning against a car by the curb, arms crossed, ankles crossed with a very satisfied and sexy grin on his handsome face. Her breath is taken in like a quick thrust of a knife in her chest. Watching him, she takes the time to roam from his oxford shoes, up his long legs, his narrow hips, to his flat stomach, then to his broad shoulders.
