I was awakened very early and when I went back to sleep I started dreaming of standing in the stacks of a very large bookstore with you. It's the one near the mall and the movie theaters where the coffee shop is busy but the store itself is quiet between movies. We were alone in the aisle, but there were people nearby. You were standing very close to me, to my right, and you began whispering in my ear that before long you were going to be my lover. Determined not to lose my composure I didn't reply and started to finger the spines of the books in front of me looking for any escape I could manage. I could feel my temperature rising, my sex swelling and tingling at the thought of you.
"I know you want me, you can't deny it." you say as you move closer to me your body shielding me from the larger aisle just a few feet behind you.
"Maybe you shouldn't be so sure of yourself..." I say, thinking to myself it isn't too late to abandon the flirtation and go home. Wine, candles, oils, a turned down bed await me there if I choose to use them with you or alone. Either way I'll find pleasure between the covers. I've waited this long.
You are what you say that you are. Tall, handsome, distinguished, well dressed. Your voice is every bit as intoxicating as I hoped it would be, and your mouth, so close to my ear, my neck, I know would tantalize me if it were but a few centimeters closer than it is now.
"It's one of the things you love about my seduction of you. Why it's worth a year's worth of correspondence and teasing. That I'm dogged about having what I want. You like that about me... it reminds you of yourself." I think you're impossible but decide it isn't worth aggravating you when I haven't really decided to leave.
