Lydia Davis was a self-employed Marketing Executive. She had built her small business into a multi-million dollar company in just three years. She had put a lot of effort and hard work into it. However, she lacked someone to share it with. Her longing to be loved had been pushed to the back of her mind.
However, sometimes when she looked in the mirror...she could see that caramel complexioned woman with dark brown eyes, black curly hair, high cheek bones and a button nose looking at her longing for a touch. Her tightly sculptured body from hours and hours at the gym would long for a man's touch. Her 36DD breast with those deep chocolate nipples would perk up, and her flat stomach would tease her hand to follow a trail to her wetness. It was always wet and ready for the potential of what could be. Her thighs were tight and you could not help but follow them to those shapely calves. Her feet were like perfect extensions of her high arched foot. Everything about Lydia welcomed the caressing touch of a man's hand.
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I woke up this morning with a jump. It took a few minutes to recognize that I was in my own bedroom. I must have been so tired last night because I did not remember how I got home nor did I remember undressing and getting into my bed. However, here I was. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out my eyes and look toward my alarm clock. It was 7:30 am. I cursed to myself; I was going to be late for work. I picked up the phone and dialed the familiar number to the receptionist desk.
"Hey Tiffany, I'll be running late. Please tell Marissa, to reschedule my first appointment this morning and push it back about 20 minutes."
"Sure thing, Ms. Davis." She said respectively
"Thanks, Tiffany." I said running my hands through my curly hair.
"Um, Ms. Davis, this may not be the right time to ask this, but I was just wondering if I could schedule some time this week to meet with you." She added apologetically.
"Yeah, sure Tiff. Just tell Marissa to give you my next free time slot." I said almost dismissively.
"Thanks, Ms. Davis. I'll make sure that Marissa gets the messages. What can we expect you, in case she asks?"
"I should be there no later than 8:45 or 9." I said thoughtfully.
"Great, see you then."
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Meeting after meeting, I felt like I was spinning. It was about 1 and I still had not taken a break for lunch. So I thought I would have Marissa order me a sandwich from the deli on the ground floor. I agreed when she asserted that I go out and get something to eat and clear my head before the Board meeting at 4.
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I resolved to take a nice saunter over to The Lil Italy Café and have a nice lunchtime feast. Whenever I needed to get away this was my place. There was just something about the ambiance in this little café that made me unwind. It was a peaceful and calming place. It had been over a year since I had last visited it and wondered if it would have the same effect on me today.
As I entered the establishment, it was even more inviting than I remembered. The walls were deep red with off white accents. The scones on the walls reminded me of little place I had visited in Rome about five years ago. They were shaped into a white teardrop. The frosty glass shade provided an artistic element and pale, vibrant luminosity. The soft music playing in the background was a nice touch.
I looked at the menu, noticing that there were several new dishes added since my last visit. As I mulled over my choice, the waiter approached to take my drink order. I asked for some water with lemon and the waiter acknowledged the order, saying he would return shortly.
When the waiter returned, he placed my water along with Bread sticks and vinegar sauce in front of me.
