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The club was pulsating with music. The bodies swarmed the room dancing to the beat of a pop song. Across the room, I saw him. Our eyes locked together in such a way that the whole world seemed to perish around us. We had been playing this game for a few weeks now. Never making contact but knowing that each other was there.
Sauntering over to the bar, I leaned close to the counter but felt his presence beside me a heartbeat. I could feel his eyes scan my body. I didn’t know if appreciation or disapproval. I was in a tiny black dress with my favorite fuck me heels.
“What will you be having?” his voice low enough that when he whispered it in my ear, it sent shivers down my spine.
Without turning to look at him, “Cranberry vodka.”
He flagged the bartender and ordered my drink. No words were exchanged while we waited. Once the bartender handed my drink to me and he paid, I took the drink and turned away from him. “Thanks for the drink.”
“Anytime…” he mouthed.
Leaving his presence was hell. I wanted him and he knew it, but I wasn’t going to give into him. Not yet at least. Heading over to my table, which was empty at the moment, I sat down and begin to nurse my drink. The music thumped around me. You could nearly see the soundwaves move through the room in a hyptonic dance.
A friend waved me over to dance. Finishing my drink, I stood with a bit of a wobble but walked my way over to her. As I came to her, the song changed. I could no longer hide the desire to move my body with the music any longer. Gyrating my body and moving like a belly dancer, I kept pace with the music until I felt hands on my hips.
It was him.
The proximity of him sent my senses into overdrive. His firm grip on my hips steadied me for a minute before he begin to lead us with the rhythm. Our hips, our bodies moved with the music in an erotic dance. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. Was there a use in talking with our mouths when our bodies were doing just it for us?
When the song was over, I reluctantly broke free of his magic and left him alone on the dance floor. Somehow, I don’t think he was angry with me, but intrigued. This wasn't the first time we had danced and it probably won’t be the last. Heading back to my table, I was stopped by my friend.
“Can you please take me home?” she slurred, her coordination unsteady.
Nodding, I begin to help her out of the club and into the parking lot. The brisk air sobering me a little while she begin to shiver. Losing her footing she slipped from my grasp and before she hit the ground, he was there. Helping me to get her to the car, she sat down in the front passenger seat and I closed the door. Unfortunately she was two shades of green. Opening my door, I begin to sit down and start the car. But he stopped me.
“Will you be back?”
I turned to look at my friend, “Probably not…”
We both heard the unmistakable sound of gagging. Turning to her, “You throw up in my car, you will clean it.”
She nodded but closed her eyes and in seconds she had passed out. Groaning, I turned to look at him. “Will you need help getting her inside her house?”
Sighing, I nodded. Might as well accept the help. “I’ll follow you then.” he said walking off from me. I waited another minute watching him climb into his own car and proceeded to get into mine. This was the most interaction we have ever had. Excitement flooded me with a sense of wariness. I didn’t know where this was going and that worried me. We had been playing cat and mouse for weeks and somehow it seemed that I had finally been caught.
Driving toward the house that she and I shared, I kept my eyes open for cops but another eye out for his car. He was still behind me and following closely as if he were memorizing how to get to my house. Pulling up the drive, I parked the car and turned it off. Before I opened the door, he had pulled up behind me and turned his own off. Walking around to the passenger side, I opened the door and begin to tug my friend from her seat. She groaned and cursed me for waking her up. But he was there to help her stand up and eased her to her feet.
Walking ahead of them, I opened the door and flipped on a light. Slipping out of my heels, I tossed them into the living room and showed him to her room. Placing her on the bed, I closed the door and we left her alone. Now we were alone. Truly alone. Nervous for the first time in a long time, my heart sped up.
He closed his eyes as if he could hear my heart beating faster. A smile ghosted his face and I led him back toward the living room intending on showing him out, but he had different plans for us. Pushing me gently against the wall, he held me trapped but I felt no fear of him. Dipping his head into the crook of my neck, he took a slow breath as if he were breathing me in. His hands stayed on my hips, squeezing them every so often. When I felt his lips press against my skin, I took a shuddering breath, moaning quietly. My body would have collapsed but he held me steady.
His tongue followed his lips and my body begin to heat up feeling him so close to me. Seducing me to what he wanted. I was ready to give it to him tonight. Before he could continue, his phone rang loudly in the silent room. The only other noises were the soft sounds and our breathing. Cursing softly, he pulled away from me and I cursed violently in my mind. Whoever it was needed to leave us be.
A frown marred his features but he agreed to meet up with whoever was on the line. Turning back to me, his eyes raked my body but anger spread over his face. He was angry that he had to leave but not at myself.
“I have to go…”
I nodded, unable to speak. Showing him out the door, I closed it and leaned against it and sighed angrily. So close! I climbed into bed that night feeling very unsatisfied.
A few nights later, I was in Books-A-Million when I felt a presence close by. Eyes that were on me and only me. It was him. He had found me without actually calling on me. Smiling to myself privately, I kept my eyes on the book in my hands. I was debating whether to buy it or not. Shrugging, I decided to buy it. Closing the book, I turned down another aisle and kept looking.
“Find anything interesting?” his voice said behind me. I didn’t jump. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction that he had successfully snuck up on me.
“Maybe..” I said, uninterested.
He peeked at the book pile I had composed and nodded approvingly.
“Are you stalking me?” I asked, not looking at him. I knew this was driving him mad.
“It’s not Wednesday….” the smile in his voice evident.
“No. I supppose it’s not.” I mutter quietly. Reaching for another book, I deliberated once again. I could feel his eyes me. He was studying my features. As if he didn’t already know them. As if he hadn’t already felt my body pressed up against his. I still had fantasies about where that night could have lead too if we hadn’t been interrupted.
Following me to the checkout line, I paid for my books. No words were exchanged while I paid and began to walk out of the store. He was still behind me. I could hear his footsteps touch the pavement but he kept his distance still. Reaching my car, I unlocked it and tossed my purchase in the passenger seat.
“Do you wish for me to follow you home?” he asked, finally getting annoyed that I was ignoring him. Or so he thinks.
Smirking, I looked up at him, “I have no drunken friends in the car.”
“Does that matter?” he asked, coming closer to me.
Sauntering over to the bar, I leaned close to the counter but felt his presence beside me a heartbeat. I could feel his eyes scan my body. I didn’t know if appreciation or disapproval. I was in a tiny black dress with my favorite fuck me heels.
“What will you be having?” his voice low enough that when he whispered it in my ear, it sent shivers down my spine.
Without turning to look at him, “Cranberry vodka.”
He flagged the bartender and ordered my drink. No words were exchanged while we waited. Once the bartender handed my drink to me and he paid, I took the drink and turned away from him. “Thanks for the drink.”
“Anytime…” he mouthed.
Leaving his presence was hell. I wanted him and he knew it, but I wasn’t going to give into him. Not yet at least. Heading over to my table, which was empty at the moment, I sat down and begin to nurse my drink. The music thumped around me. You could nearly see the soundwaves move through the room in a hyptonic dance.
A friend waved me over to dance. Finishing my drink, I stood with a bit of a wobble but walked my way over to her. As I came to her, the song changed. I could no longer hide the desire to move my body with the music any longer. Gyrating my body and moving like a belly dancer, I kept pace with the music until I felt hands on my hips.
It was him.
The proximity of him sent my senses into overdrive. His firm grip on my hips steadied me for a minute before he begin to lead us with the rhythm. Our hips, our bodies moved with the music in an erotic dance. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. Was there a use in talking with our mouths when our bodies were doing just it for us?
When the song was over, I reluctantly broke free of his magic and left him alone on the dance floor. Somehow, I don’t think he was angry with me, but intrigued. This wasn't the first time we had danced and it probably won’t be the last. Heading back to my table, I was stopped by my friend.
“Can you please take me home?” she slurred, her coordination unsteady.
Nodding, I begin to help her out of the club and into the parking lot. The brisk air sobering me a little while she begin to shiver. Losing her footing she slipped from my grasp and before she hit the ground, he was there. Helping me to get her to the car, she sat down in the front passenger seat and I closed the door. Unfortunately she was two shades of green. Opening my door, I begin to sit down and start the car. But he stopped me.
“Will you be back?”
I turned to look at my friend, “Probably not…”
We both heard the unmistakable sound of gagging. Turning to her, “You throw up in my car, you will clean it.”
She nodded but closed her eyes and in seconds she had passed out. Groaning, I turned to look at him. “Will you need help getting her inside her house?”
Sighing, I nodded. Might as well accept the help. “I’ll follow you then.” he said walking off from me. I waited another minute watching him climb into his own car and proceeded to get into mine. This was the most interaction we have ever had. Excitement flooded me with a sense of wariness. I didn’t know where this was going and that worried me. We had been playing cat and mouse for weeks and somehow it seemed that I had finally been caught.
Driving toward the house that she and I shared, I kept my eyes open for cops but another eye out for his car. He was still behind me and following closely as if he were memorizing how to get to my house. Pulling up the drive, I parked the car and turned it off. Before I opened the door, he had pulled up behind me and turned his own off. Walking around to the passenger side, I opened the door and begin to tug my friend from her seat. She groaned and cursed me for waking her up. But he was there to help her stand up and eased her to her feet.
Walking ahead of them, I opened the door and flipped on a light. Slipping out of my heels, I tossed them into the living room and showed him to her room. Placing her on the bed, I closed the door and we left her alone. Now we were alone. Truly alone. Nervous for the first time in a long time, my heart sped up.
He closed his eyes as if he could hear my heart beating faster. A smile ghosted his face and I led him back toward the living room intending on showing him out, but he had different plans for us. Pushing me gently against the wall, he held me trapped but I felt no fear of him. Dipping his head into the crook of my neck, he took a slow breath as if he were breathing me in. His hands stayed on my hips, squeezing them every so often. When I felt his lips press against my skin, I took a shuddering breath, moaning quietly. My body would have collapsed but he held me steady.
His tongue followed his lips and my body begin to heat up feeling him so close to me. Seducing me to what he wanted. I was ready to give it to him tonight. Before he could continue, his phone rang loudly in the silent room. The only other noises were the soft sounds and our breathing. Cursing softly, he pulled away from me and I cursed violently in my mind. Whoever it was needed to leave us be.
A frown marred his features but he agreed to meet up with whoever was on the line. Turning back to me, his eyes raked my body but anger spread over his face. He was angry that he had to leave but not at myself.
“I have to go…”
I nodded, unable to speak. Showing him out the door, I closed it and leaned against it and sighed angrily. So close! I climbed into bed that night feeling very unsatisfied.
A few nights later, I was in Books-A-Million when I felt a presence close by. Eyes that were on me and only me. It was him. He had found me without actually calling on me. Smiling to myself privately, I kept my eyes on the book in my hands. I was debating whether to buy it or not. Shrugging, I decided to buy it. Closing the book, I turned down another aisle and kept looking.
“Find anything interesting?” his voice said behind me. I didn’t jump. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction that he had successfully snuck up on me.
“Maybe..” I said, uninterested.
He peeked at the book pile I had composed and nodded approvingly.
“Are you stalking me?” I asked, not looking at him. I knew this was driving him mad.
“It’s not Wednesday….” the smile in his voice evident.
“No. I supppose it’s not.” I mutter quietly. Reaching for another book, I deliberated once again. I could feel his eyes me. He was studying my features. As if he didn’t already know them. As if he hadn’t already felt my body pressed up against his. I still had fantasies about where that night could have lead too if we hadn’t been interrupted.
Following me to the checkout line, I paid for my books. No words were exchanged while I paid and began to walk out of the store. He was still behind me. I could hear his footsteps touch the pavement but he kept his distance still. Reaching my car, I unlocked it and tossed my purchase in the passenger seat.
“Do you wish for me to follow you home?” he asked, finally getting annoyed that I was ignoring him. Or so he thinks.
Smirking, I looked up at him, “I have no drunken friends in the car.”
“Does that matter?” he asked, coming closer to me.
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