Tina stepped outside of Starbucks after her shift had ended, tired and ready for the day to end. Sadly though, she still had several errands to run before sinking into a soft bed that evening.
Fumbling with her car keys, she glanced up and froze as she spotted him across the street. His tall, lean frame casted a sexy silhouette as he, too, headed for his car from the deli behind him.
She rushed to get into her car, bumping her head on the way in, and accidentally squealing her tires trying to get away.
Tina cursed at herself as she made her way toward the closest grocery store. "It's not like you've never seen the man before Tina! Get a grip!"
The truth was, she'd seen him every day for the last four years. She worked at Starbucks, and he worked at the deli. And every day when she saw him she heated up like a mad woman and fantasized about him all night. He was just the kind of man to make her blood rush. Tall, lean, dark headed and a damn sexy smile. She'd wanted him for years, and had never even had the nerve to so much as smile back at him.
"Tomorrow, I'll go to the deli for lunch...I'll go and be cute and charming, and I'll ask him for his number..." But just the thought of it made her face flush and stomach churn. She'd never get up the guts. "Besides," she sighed looking down at her small, thin frame, "I'm not quite enough woman for that kind of man."
Tina parked quickly and ran into the store, anxious now to get home to her shower, bed, and maybe vibrator if she kept thinking about Mr. Sexy.
Going down the dairy aisle, she began grabbing groceries and checking off items on her list, in too much of a hurry to pay attention. She made a sharp turn around the corner running straight into Mr. Sexy himself. Looking up at him she immediately blushed and stammered an apology, scrambling to get out of his way.
As she was turning away, he put a hand on her arm, "Hey, aren't you that barista across the street from me..? The one I see every day?"
"Yeah I am." She said quietly, feeling embarrassed.
"Well," he stuck out his hand, "I'm Jeff. It's nice to officially meet you."
Giving him a weak hand shake, she stuttered, "I..I'm Tina..Nice to meet you."
"Why do you never come into the deli? Don't you ever wanna see me up close?" He winked at her, holding onto her hand.
She blinked, wide eyed at him. Surely this amazing looking man was not flirting with her. She decided to find out. "Well, I let the men come to me. Why don't you come into the coffee shop?"
He laughed, beaming that sexy smile, and leaned in to her "Seeing you across the street makes me nervous. I couldn't imagine trying to gather my whits seeing you up this close before. Don't tell my friends though. I'd be a laughing stock for not having the guts to even approach someone as beautiful as you."
She stared at him almost dumbfounded, trying to figure out if he was being serious or not, but before she could reply, he bit his lip and rushed the words "Look...Tina I'd really like to take you out sometime...Is that ok? Can I have your number?"
Her heart hammered in her chest as she slowly nodded, and gave him her number. They said their goodbyes and she watched him walk away, letting a gust of air out and mumbling "God he has a great ass."
Finishing her shopping, she HAD to hurry home at this point. She hadn't thought it possible, but he was even more sexy up close. Just him holding her hand for that short time had her mind spinning and heat flowing in between her legs.
She showered, and was soon nestled in bed. Her thoughts soon led to him again, his full lips, hot body, and sexy ass. She grabbed her vibrator from the drawer in her night stand, and was soon moaning under her own touch as she rubbed it along her slit, and slid it into her silky cunt, using her fingers on her clit. Biting her lip and sighing she felt herself getting close right as her cell phone rang.
Huffing in frustration, she answered without looking, "Hello?"
"Hey Tina...it's Jeff from earlier..I know there's probably an unwritten code about how long you should wait before calling someone you just met, but here I am. Tomorrow's Friday...I was wondering if you'd be free tomorrow night...?
"Well," she played cool, "there's probably an unwritten rule for how long I should play hard to get, but as a matter of fact I am free tomorrow night..."