So very hot ….
It had been a long hot summer so far and it didn’t look like there was any relief in sight. The temps were climbing every day into the 90’s. Everyone was slowing down. It seemed even the traffic lights had no ambition to change from red to green and nobody was complaining because they didn’t want to move anyway.
Few people were out and about but his attention was draw to an orangy glow moving down the street. The figure glided along the sidewalk, almost floating. So graceful and confident and soft. A beautiful women. The breeze blowing down the avenue caused her skirt to flutter a bit at the hem revealing even more of the golden skin of her thigh. He was captivated. He watched as she walked toward him. He took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly imagining the sweet scent of her skin.
He was sitting at his desk, in the corner office of a usually busy downtown, daydreaming. Dreaming of a crisp winter day trying to cool his mind if not his body. Seeing her hot body didn’t help that any. It fueled a fire that was smoldering in his imagination. She had on a flowing wrap-around shirt and a tiny tank top and probably no bra... her breasts were swaying as she walked and her nipples were pressing through the thin fabric. He couldn’t stop staring.
The streets were nearly abandoned in the heat. The store owners were happy to see anyone walking outside. The ice-cream shop was doing well today. Remarkably so was the coffee shop, lucky for them they put a smoothy bar in early in the spring to attract the summer crowd.
As she passed his window he got up from his desk and told the receptionist that he would be back soon. “I’m stepping out for a moment, it sounds strange as hot as it is but a change of scenery might be good for my mind.”
As he stepped out the door he saw her duck into the coffee shop. “Yes!” he thought to himself, “what a wonderful opportunity.” He hurried down the sidewalk to the coffee shop.
They were standing in line next to each other. He was quite a bit taller than her but her high heeled sandals gave her a bit of a lift. He breathed in deeply, her scent was sweeter than he imagined. Beautiful fresh flowery perfume and fresh sunshine on her skin filled his senses. He stood there dazzled in a trance.
“Are You ok?” she asked rather loudly, he thought.
“Um yes... I’m fine thank you. And you?” he said but had a curious look on his face, he assumed a look that matched hers.
“Oh, the waitress asked You a question and You just kept humming a tune and smiling.”
“Sorry, that was pretty rude of me. I guess my mind was just somewhere else,” he blushed a bit. If they could read his mind....!
“That’s ok. we just wanted to make sure You were all right. The heat is really getting to people.” She said in the softest most caring voice he had ever heard.
“Thank you. That’s really very kind of you. I value kindness.” he smiled with a warm soft smile that made his chestnut eyes sparkle. She was taken by him.
“I hope you don’t think I’m being forward... but would you like to join me?” he asked in a quiet shy voice.
“Oh my yes... I would love to, thank You,” she answered almost too excited at the invitation.
They sat by the window. Kind of silly, there weren’t any people to watch, but there were a few cars driving through town. The conversation was pretty light.
“My name is Jack. I work at the bank building on the corner,” he offered.
“Nice to meet You Jack, I’m Jill,” she giggled a little, “I own a small tabacco shop down the street.” she extended her hand.
He had a wonderfully firm handshake. Very confident. She was soft and gentle. He liked her immediately. She was warm and friendly... and kind. They seemed to connect with when their hands touched and their eyes met.
“So you’re the new owner. I’m happy to finally meet you. I walk by the shop often, I’m waiting patiently for you to open,” he stated eagerly.
“I have a bit of a confession to make,” she started, “I’ve seen You sitting in the window at Your desk and I always thought You were a handsome man and that I would like to meet You. I just never had an excuse to come in the bank to find out what it is that You do there. And coming right out and asking a clerk just didn’t seem right!” she was starting to babble nervously. She caught herself and blushed. “I’m sorry I’m happy to finally get to meet You, too. I feel a bit silly now babbling like this.”
“No need to apologize, really. I’m flattered that you would think that. I’m an advocate for small business and commerical loans at the bank. I love small business, always have. I owned and managed my own business for years this is my opportuntiy to give back and help people returning the favor of those who took a chance on me over the years. I’m surprised we haven’t met before this.”
“Oh, the commercial loan thing... well, I had a bit of a windfall and always wanted to do something fun rather than the drudgery of the office that I worked at before. So... this was the fun thing that I did.” She continued to explain and he seemed to hang on her every word. “I once was in a small cigar shop in Windsor and I fell in love with the concept. The had a very large humidor that was orginized beautifully by not only the origin of the cigar but by size and shape and flavor. The mild to robust. Slender and mild to large and robust. The back room was a beautiful sitting area that You could sit enjoy the cigar and a cup of coffee and chat with others.”
She had a sparkle in her eye when she spoke of her new shop. A certain passion he had never really seen in someone when they spoke of a business. The passion intrigued him.
“I’m sorry, i’m taking up the entire conversation. Please tell me about Yourself.”
