• A Peppered Sunset •
We met in the same way that I m e e t a lot of people. A quick introduction and a brief chat. The next time we were in each other’s company was the same again. A quick introduction and a brief chat. The only difference this time was that I rolled my eyes. I can’t tolerate d r u n k people. Especially the ones who can’t even remember by name. The third time we met, I realised something. He was actually pretty handsome.
A loud laugh behind me made me flinch, instantly calmed by the feeling of two big hands grabbing my shoulders from behind in a form of comfort. I turned around and we were almost nose to nose. Peppered hair, brown eyes, perfect teeth and an aura of complete and utter mischief.
“Miss Nova”
Oh look, he remembered my name, I thought to myself.
“You gave me a fright” I huffed, as I stepped away from him. I was overly aware that his girlfriend was side eyeing us from the other side of the bar.
“I’m sorry darling, I get carried away when I’ve had a drink”
I left him to pester everyone in the bar while I made my way through to the restaurant to get some peace from the lager-filled men and the
w i n e - d r u n k women.
Over the following weeks we continued to be at the same location at the same time, frequently. He would go in for a pint after work and I grew quite fond of the area so I would use it as my writing spot. I noticed that he began to admire me more and bring his girlfriend less. Maybe she had just been busy or had other plans but I had a feeling that wasn’t the case. She didn’t know that he was here. I could feel it.
We clocked eyes with each other several times and exchanged a few cheeky smiles back and forth. Nothing much. Although I did notice him admiring me thoroughly at times when he thought I couldn’t see him. I thought he would have been clever enough to be more aware of his surroundings but I guess that mirrors and reflections can catch us all out at times. Considering there was such little engagement between us, I was shocked at what happened the next time I see him. I don’t know where it came from and I don’t really know how it started. What I do know, is that these little black panties of mine are getting wet already as I continue to play the scenario over in my head for the umpteenth time. It was the 19th June and the day started off as normal.
Orgasm. Coffee. Shower.
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