You motioned with your eyes for me to make my way over to the secluded corner booth. I grabbed my gin and tonic and was on my way; I slipped by suited men and min-skirted girls, drifted on cigarette smoke and perfume. There you were seated with a lonely scotch on the rocks. You lent a sly grin and your blue eyes glimmered as rain glided down the red tinted glass. You were gorgeous.
"Sit down." You motioned.
Your voice always melts me. Seated happily, you took out your pack of cigarettes and made an offer I refused.
"Well do you mind if I do?" Thoughtfully asked.
The flame reflected itself off your thin black rimmed glasses, and all I could think about were your lips. That soft pout of your lower lip as you took the first drag off the cigarette. You said you'd been having a bad week. I smiled and sipped my drink. My eyes darted right and left checking to see if anyone had noticed us in our tiny corner booth.
I decided to be daring and changed position, so I could be closer to you. I moved before you could offer protest and object to my right hand being on your left thigh; just above your knee it rested. I took pleasure in knowing I had you blocked into our little corner; no escape allowed. You were mine.
I giggled and moved that hand inward closer to your crotch. You playfully scolded me.
"Now you're just being naughty."
You took down the remainder of your drink in a courage gathering kind of way and asked the obvious.
"So, you wanna get out of here?"
I hadn't really thought it would rain and you had forgotten your umbrella in your car. Needless to say we were soaked when we finally found where you'd parked.
I ran my fingers through my wet hair in hopes of slicking it all back, because everyone looks better wet. I caught my first glimpse of a wet you and bit my lower lip. Fuck, you're beautiful. You smiled and made comment on the situation as you fiddled for your keys in your coat pocket. You cursed. You were drenched with rain. I reached for your hair and tucked a little lock behind your ear. I traced your ear with my index finger, moved down cheek and gave your white collar a tug.
Your search stopped and you turned toward me, latched firmly onto my waist and brought me close. The first kiss was hard and full, my body slammed back onto the cold door of the car, and my purse fell to the ground. Your weight pressed firmly on me. Your hand cradled my neck. I kissed back with force, our lips fighting for control. I could feel every ounce of passion releasing from me, and you gratefully returning it in full.
I needed to feel more of you against me, so I wrapped my leg around you, and brought you down harder against me.
We came up for air, and a breathless you made a suggestion.
"My place, yes."
The car doors slammed shut and we were dry and safe. I tucked my arm into yours and rested my head on your shoulder. We sped quickly through dimly lit, wet streets. I watched you work the gearshift and fingered your Swiss Army watch.
I raised myself up in my seat and positioned myself closer to you. I traced your ear again giving it a playful tug and moved my lips in close for a gentle kiss. I licked your neck and you moaned. Breathy and wonting, I let known my intentions.
"I'm aching for you. Really, really aching for you. I need you, bad."
The last few words were spoken with a kind of desperation. I fingered the buttons on your shirt and slowly felt my way down, my hand on your thigh just about to touch the prize.
