Author's Note:
This is my first story, please be gentle. Feedback welcome! Thank you for reading.
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At first I didn't detect the energy - the desire building during the time we were both sitting on that couch on the same side of the table. For the first drink I kept asking myself what the hell I was doing there as she asked me about my life and the events that had led to my recent divorce. She was 19, I'm 34. We met on a dating app while traveling in a foreign country but we live in the same city back home. I'd gone to the college where she is currently a freshman. She even lives in the same dorm building I lived in 15 years ago.
But after her second drink she play-acted falling over as if she were tired and happened to fall right into my arms. She looked up at me - she looked almost frightened - and we began kissing immediately. It was a very 19 year old thing to do, but it was cute. Her mouth was so small and her tongue was strangely hard and inexperienced. We kissed softly for 5 minutes as I touched her face and began to run my fingers through her hair, gently grabbing it and pulling her bed backwards so I could kiss her more deeply. She was melting. I called for the check and we left the dark and quiet hotel bar where we had been for the last hour. We didn't speak as we walked the three blocks to the ocean bluff, 200 feet over the ocean. I had my arm around her shoulder and she was hugging my waist. She was a lanky 5'9" to my 6'2", but rail thin with long dark hair that was twisting in the gentle breeze and I was getting hard thinking about wrapping my hands around her waist from behind, but I didn't want to get ahead of myself.