Linda Falco didn't know which was more incredulous - the questions being asked her by the stranger across the table, or how aroused those questions were making her.
Maybe it all had to do with the survey taker himself. He was not your typical four eyed, balding, overweight bureaucrat. Linda would bet her last dollar that the man whom the government was paying to ask her extremely intimate questions about her love life had majored in football in college with a strong minor in cheerleaders! His longish black hair kept falling into his deep blue eyes. The pale blue polo shirt he was wearing covered his muscular body while at the same time left little to Linda's imagination - which was fine by her!
"Before your current partner, how many sex partners have you had?"
It was one of his most intimate questions yet! As she ticked off each of her former lovers in her mind, a parade of sexual images flashed before her eyes, especially her first lover... He had been something else. Come to think of it he was not unlike a slightly younger version of her survey taker...
"Sex.", she said.
"Excuse me?"
The realization of what she said caused Linda cheeks to glow red with embarrassment.
"Um... No. I meant to say six." Suddenly feeling hot, flustered and embarrassed, Linda felt the need to get up from the table and get some fresh air.
"Would you like some water", she asked her guest.
"Yes, that would be nice. All of this talking dries... out..." Linda was on her feet and headed to the kitchen before her guest finished his sentence.
Relieved, she filled two glasses with ice from the fridge and water from the tap. Then she stood for a long moment just breathing in the fresh clean morning air through the open kitchen window. Something was happening here and she wasn't sure that she should try to stop it. In fact, she wasn't sure she could stop it if she wished to.
On the other hand, she thought, she should be ashamed of herself. She was acting like a school girl! After all, despite the intimate nature of the questionnaire, her guest had not been anything less than a complete gentleman - totally no-nonsense and businesslike.
"Can I help you?"
Linda could tell by the sound of his voice he was now standing in the kitchen doorway. She turned towards him and offered him a glass of water. He thanked her, and took a long drink from the glass. But he didn't make a move to either enter the kitchen or return to the living room where they had been doing the survey. He seemed content to straddle the doorway.
Puzzled, Linda figured it was her responsibility to lead them back to the living room. As politely as she could she squeezed past her guest. As she did this, her breasts brushed against his rock hard chest and her left thigh brushed against his tan Dockers. She felt something she would lay odds wasn't a magic marker - it was too big.
"I'm going to have to trade this glass of ice water for a cold shower if you do that again." He said - a polite smile crossing his face. "I'm sorry I guess I should have moved out of your way."
Linda was furious with herself. There was enough room in the doorway that she could have gotten past him with touching him. It was becoming obvious to her, that her body and her mind were not on the same page.
"I could have asked you to move... if I had wanted you to."
Where the hell did that come from? Linda couldn't believe that she had said something so incredibly... corny! She was about to continue on into the living room where they could conclude the survey, when her guest placed his water glass on the nearby counter.
"You didn't want me to move?"
Linda felt his hand come lightly to rest on her hip.
