The bell on the door rang as I entered the store...I walked into a seemingly deserted business, so started to browse, waiting for someone to come out through the "EMPLOYEES ONLY" door. When the door finally opened, a sexy specimen of a man walked out with a big grin of recognition...
I wanted to be sucked into a hole in the floor at this moment, because to my surprise, this was the same man that had "found" me tied up in a barn, "saved" me and then seduced me in the hay loft...or maybe I had seduced him...either way, I looked around for a means of quick escape. He sauntered towards me, finally saying hello.
Sheepishly, I returned the greeting, knowing my face was flaming from the guilt I was feeling. I had told him I would call, but I never did...I guess life does catch up to bite you in the least expected-and most awkward!-circumstances.
Why hadn't I called? Well, there was one very big reason...he is single, and I am married. The sex was hot, the chemistry was there, it was quite enjoyable and passionate and fulfilling for both...and I had wished that I could have called him afterwards, but in the end, he was Single. The last thing I had said to him was that I was looking forward to a repeat performance, preferably without the straw...
I realized, shaking the memory from my head, that he was talking...and worse, that I had not heard a word. I had to ask him to repeat it, admitting that my mind had been...elsewhere. (In a hay loft, to be precise!)