I noticed her hair first, the way it rolled down on her shoulders, the kinky curls twisting and flowing like a waterfall onto the deep pools of her blouse. Keeping my eyes focused on her, I waited until she turned her head and I could see her nose, prominent, but not overbearing. As she continued turning I noticed her full lips, then looked upward to her eyes, so dark and alluring as if embracing some dark, secret passion.
Her delicate blouse was unbuttoned low enough to show a hint of a black, lace bra with just a bit of cleavage. My eyes then moved down her body, curving with her body, enjoying the lithe possibilities of her form. If I had chosen to, I might have found some fault, some defect in her that would confirm she was an ordinary woman, instead, I simply gazed at her wholly, simply appreciating the beauty.
At that moment I realized I must have her. I didn't want to talk to her, share entertaining conversation while slowly getting to know her, I didn't want to know her dreams and fantasies, I didn't to fall in love, I simply wanted to fuck her. Of course in polite society I am bound to certain realities that make simply fucking her, without all the other accompanying niceties, an impossibility.
In an animal world instinct, passion and strength would dictate my reaction to her beauty and magnetism. In this polite society I must remain seated while concealing the tent in my pants created by my raging erection. Instead of walking up and introducing myself and starting some small talk with the woman, I could only remain seated.
I could only remain seated and let my mind...
The room suddenly dims as I stand up and walk directly to the woman, the bulge in my pants showing her my intention. Her face shows concern and she steps back, turning to walk away, but I move quickly, catching her hand and turning her back to me. I reach up, run my hand along her jaw and then slide down her neck. I pause, my hand on her neck, thumb around one side, my fingers around the other so she understands that I could... I could...