It had been a long two weeks. The attraction was instant on my part, but reading hers was too hard for this novice. There seemed to be something there - clues like touching me when we spoke, brushing up against me when we were walking or grabbing my hand when crossing the road on the foreign streets we'd been traversing on this trip - but I wasn't certain enough to take the plunge.
Anxious to see if anything would happen on our last night together before we went back to our respective home states and complicated lives, I made sure I was sitting next to her at dinner. The feeling between us as we ate was highly charged, so when she suggested coffee at a dark little cafe, just us, I decided it was now or never.
We started chatting, sitting next to each other right in the back corner of the cafe. I laughed at something she said and turned towards her, only to be met with her face very close to mine. We kissed, awkwardly, at first but then that turned into more kisses that went beyond my mouth to my neck. She turned further towards me and lightly touched my shoulder with her fingertips and then allowed them to brush my breast.
My mind was racing at this point because I had no idea what was happening. But I definitely wanted more. She put her arm around my waist and pulled me closer to her, so close our bodies were touching. We kept kissing and exploring each other's bodies with our hands before deciding we needed to go somewhere else.