Lauren
Many relationships have stuttery beginnings. One is swept away instantly while the other is hesitant, one may have been hurt while the other could be cautious.
Some relationships blossom into full blown romances while others fizzle into "just another affair".
Only time, and mutual effort, can tell.
One
I first saw her as I drove down Seventh street; Long legs descending from a heart shaped ass in tight fitting jeans and wearing 'fuck me' boots. As I drew alongside I could see perky bra less breasts in a tight shirt bouncing as she walked, her dark hair framed what had to be a perfect face partially hidden by dark shades.
I slowed for traffic as I watched her stroll down the sidewalk, secure in her beauty.
Then I hit the car in front of me.
Not hard, you understand, but enough. I signaled to the other driver we should pull into the strip mall just ahead. She pulled into a slot, and I parked along side. She remained in her car as I went to her driver's side window.
She lowered the window; "You really have to be more aware of where you are." She said.
I really couldn't argue with that, so all I could do was offer to exchange insurance information.
Her car had a pushed in rear bumper, or what ever they call all that plastic. And the same with my car's nose.
"There's a coffee shop, let's get a table and do our business." She offered.
"Okay, i'll buy the coffee."
I held her door as she swung out and stood. I noticed a lack of rings on her left hand.
Dressed in a business suit with low heels she stood just a couple inches below my 5' 8". While it didn't reveal anything, the suit was a perfect fit to her slim form.
I couldn't miss the shoulder length honey blonde hair, and perfectly shaped lips. I just barely refrained from licking my own. I'm a sucker for honey blonde hair. And perfectly shaped lips. She didn't fit the common definition of 'beautiful' what ever that is, and yet there was something that drew me to her face - an aura or something.
Surprisingly the barista came to our table for our order. She had a raspberry mocha, no whip, mine was my usual, straight coffee.
You've heard the term 'gob smacked'? That was me when she took off her sun glasses; deep pools of grey-green with flecks of gold. I might have mumbled something, because she asked if I were alright.
I'm reasonably certain I said yes.
We took pictures of each other's documents. She gave me her business card - paralegal at a large firm. I gave her mine, business consultant.
Her name is Lauren Wilcox. Her address a couple miles away from mine.
Oh, I'm John Teasdale.
As we sipped our coffees she commented I should keep at least one eye on the road, I started to say ... but she held up her hand; "Everyone on the block saw her. Unless there's something wrong with you I know where your attention was." And she smiled.
Have you ever felt surrounded by warmth just being in someone's presence?
We finished our coffee, she went her way, I went mine.
For some reason I felt lonely.
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