He was sitting at the bar of the club when I went to get myself a drink. He had a serious but kind face, with grey eyes that looked a little sad, a slightly overlarge nose, and lips that were a little thin. Cute, but not gorgeous. He was wearing a suit and I thought to myself that he was just another out-of-town businessman looking for a girl to pick up. He tried to strike up a conversation but I was offhand with him. Then, strangely, he said what I was thinking:
"Look, I know you think I'm trying to pick you up, but, honestly, I really am interested in finding out more about your city. My buddy and I are gonna be working here for about six months, and we wanna find out more about life here."
As if on cue, his buddy came back from wherever he'd been and confirmed it. I've always been a sucker for helping people, so I invited them over to our table. I was slightly ashamed to realise that they really were interested in finding out more about our city, what to do, where to live, how to live. As the evening wore on and we drank a little more, the conversation flowed more freely and I found myself really liking this guy with his unpretentious manner and his genuine smile.
Some salsa music started playing and he stood up and asked who would dance with him. My friend, who takes classes, accompanied him onto the dance floor. His buddy told me my serious-faced man also took classes. It showed. He moved with assurance, making his partner go just where he wanted, moving her body in sync with his. As I watched them turn and sway with the music, I could feel myself becoming aroused. I knew I wanted him.
He sat back down next to me and I put my hand on his thigh and leaned towards his ear. "Come outside with me."
He turned his head to look at me and his forehead creased in the middle. "Why?" he asked.
"Please?" I replied.
I stood up, bent over to tell my roommate I was leaving and walked off to get my coat, without looking back. As I pushed open the door of the club, I felt him come up behind me and take the weight of the door from my arm.
Outside in the crisp autumn air, he asked me where we were going.
"Well," I said, still striding down the street, "I was sort of thinking we could go back to your hotel and have a night of wild sex."
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That's some offer!"
He seemed undecided though, so I thought maybe I'd made a fool of myself. "Look, maybe this was a bad idea, forget it. I'll just get a taxi and go home."
"Hey! Stop!", he said, grabbing my arm.
I stopped and looked into his eyes. His forehead was creased again and his grey eyes were searching mine. I put my hand up to his chest and pushed him forcefully against the wall of the building that lined the street, then pressed my body up against him and kissed him. His mouth opened to mine and his tongue flicked out and caressed mine. Our lips crushed together and our tongues rolled around each other. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, his fingers gripping me hard. His other hand was on the small of my back, pushing me against him. Our breathing came quickly and a shiver ran down from my tongue, behind my navel to my pussy.
Then suddenly he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me away gently. He looked down at me, still frowning, "I don't think this is a good idea."
I tilted my head to the side and waited.
"Don't get me wrong," he hastened, "you're hot as hell...." He paused, seemingly unsure of whether he should continue. "I really like you - but in my experience, wild sex never makes for lasting relationships. I don't wanna screw this up."
I nodded, "Okay. Walk me back to your hotel and I'll get a cab from there."
We strode the couple of blocks to his hotel, not really speaking. When we got there, I told him to invite me up to his room so we could talk.
He laughed and shook his head, "You don't take no for an answer, do you?".
I shrugged, "Life's too short to fuck about. Carpe diem and all that."
