My first effort still working on it your thoughts appreciated....
Christ im out of my depth here she thought as she looked across the table. She was
quite good at working out men, most of whom wanted to tell her about their sexual
exploits, question on hers or just talk football. She could handle that with feigned
interest but he was different. He didn’t talk just looked into her eyes and she
reciprocated.
All her past had taught her what to look out for, labelled shirts, jeans and trainers strong
aftershave. All these were missing and that really confused her. His jacket was tailored
to fit. The shirt was from a heavy cotton and perfectly matched the jacket. Colours were
contrasting but obviously thought about. The only label she could see as he sat down
George at asda on his jeans and this was only noticed as she couldn’t take her eyes of
his tight jeans and rear. They fitted so well.
He leaned forward, without breaking eye contact took a sip from his coffee and started
talking. She was lost, heard him but didn’t process it “shit what do I do now, how do I
reply?” she reverted to type he was male after all. “warm in here” as she undid the next
button on her blouse. “not really and if you think undoing your blouse excites me think
again. “ “fuck I should just walk out” but something inside her made her stay. Minutes
past and conversation started to flow all. A second coffee was ordered. The waiter
brought them over.
She never knew why she did what she did and often wishes she hadn’t life would have
been so much easier.
She brought the white stoneware cup to her lips, listening to him but not understanding
looking into his eye, fuck he was intense. Her lips touched the cup her subtle lipstick
leaving a perfect imprint upon the cup. She lowered the cup. Placed it on the saucer,
looked him in the eye turned the cup so the imprint was facing him, looked him in the
eye “come with me |
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