A few days ago my neighbor and I went to a large mall to do a project. I had not wanted to go. It would take up time from important school work, and she has a tendency to get easily side tracked. But I had promised her, and so, I went. Well, after the prize giving, which was the project for her paper, we went to the food court. While there a very handsome and well built Indian guy came up to look at the pastry menu at the spot we chose. He was wearing one of those school tee shirts with the trademark and khaki shorts, very relaxed. I looked at him and chided him, half asking, half telling him that I hoped that he really went to Warton's.
We got into a lovely conversation right off the bat, and it felt completely easy with him. However, we were both dragged back to earth by the people around me and those around him. I did not even get to ask his name or to give him mine.
This is the second time in months that I have met a man who attracts me in such a way. So much so that last night I decided to actually fantasize about him. It was completely sinfully decadent and satisfying.
I could actually see the scenario unfold to perfection and I was quite impressed with how far and how detailed my mind can be. What I liked about doing what I did, fantasizing about someone I only spoke to for a short time, was that it showed me how far I have come. I can think about a possibility without restriction. So I want to write what I thought about here.
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I was out, somewhere, perhaps the bank and I had just completed my business and as I went to turn to leave, securing my money in my purse, I literally bounced right into him again.
I started to say, oh, I'm so sorry, my hand had gone out to steady myself as I was turning and I felt his hard thigh against my hip. I looked up a bit flustered and came away smiling, as he instantly recognized me, as I did him.
What are you doing here? He asks me, and his infectious smile has me smiling back like a drooling school girl. I say, what one does at a bank, how are you? Your still here?
yes, he says, I don' t want to leave I told you.
You did tell me.
We look at each other for a moment, and I blush and look down at my bag and shove my ourselves at last into my bag.
Hey, he asks, as we clearly both have been to the bank, how about lunch?
I look at him and smile and I say, sure. That would be fine.
He puts out his hand to have me walk ahead of him, and we exit the bank. He has a rental car and I get into it. I am completely comfortable with him, and I am very beautifully dressed. He also looks as gorgeous as ever in another tight tee shirt and jeans that fit him very well and sandals.
As we drive off, I ask him where he would like to go, at the same time he asks me. We both laugh nervously and he looks at me again, with a deeply penetrating gaze. I suggest one thing and he suggests another. We drive down the Woodbrook strip and then he says, very impulsively, do you mind if I say something to you?
I give him a look of, I suppose?!
Can we just skip the formality for now. I would just like to make love to you.
I burst into a short giggle before I look him dead in the eyes and tell him that I was hoping that he would indeed move past formality.
He smiles back at me and as he heads towards The Marriote, he reassures me that he is never this forward, and I let him know that neither am I, but that somehow, this does not seem to me to be wrong or too soon.
He gives me a wistful look, his eyes smiling along with his lovely lips.
He finds a parking space, and we go into the hotel. He holds my hand, our first physical contact, and I feel no concern about anything.
We get into the elevator and we are still holding hands. We do not need to say anything, and as the doors open, he leads me down the corridor. He has the key to swipe the door and we have a moment of giggles as it gives him a moment or two to hear the click.
As the door opens, the room is perfectly warm and sophisticated. But I barely register this, because he takes me into his arms and kisses me so perfectly that my head spins.