She loved her new job, but sometimes the traveling was tiring and frustrating. Her midnight flight had been delayed by more than an hour. Luckily, she was sitting in the plush lounge of the special airline club with a drink in her hand. The meeting this afternoon had been a success, the stress melting away as she thought about it. She closed her eyes and began to relax. There were few people in the club so most of the staff had been sent home too. She went back to sipping her cocktail when someone caught her attention. The man had his back to her walking towards the bar area. His hair was a mix of snowy white and silver grey. He was tall and lean and walked with confidence. He soon disappeared behind the wall. She sighed as she thought of the man and her body began to speak to her. The only other negative of her job besides the traveling was that there was no time for dating. Not that she really enjoyed dating, but it was nice to feel the touch of a man versus a vibrator. Men now seemed a luxury to her. She took another sip of her drink and closed her eyes again. When she opened her eyes again, the mystery man was sitting in a chair across from her. She smiled at him as she took in his face. Definitely nice she thought. He was mature but he wore his age well, experience was a good thing, right? She suddenly remembered she was slouching and sat up in her chair and crossed her legs. It didn't escape her attention that he noticed her bare legs as they crossed and the hem of her dress rose a little higher. He smiled at her with drink in hand and motioned a cheers to her. She raised her glass to him in return and took her last sip. Her eyes went to her hands as she thought about this man. When she looked up again he wasn't in his seat. She was disappointed and tried to think of her meeting again to take her mind off of him. Suddenly, he was in front of her with two glasses of wine. He handed her one and asked permission to sit beside her. Oh, she thought, he is even better than imagined bringing her a drink and asking permission to sit.
He smiled, "I thought at the end of a long day and week, you deserved a glass of wine".
"Thanks," she replied. "You are right. A nice end to a very successful week."
As they continued to talk side by side, she found herself leaning into him to get closer. As she changed positions in her chair her hand brushed his and sent electricity through her body. Oh this was good. She felt her desire and want for him escalate as he looked directly at her when she spoke.
He moved every so slightly and gently touched her hand with one finger. The electricity surged again and he suddenly asked, "Did you feel that?"