If I could steal just one moment with you, I would make a moment that we will never forget.

It is in a public place we choose to meet. As I walk in the door I see you sitting there watching. Your eyes are more captivating in person and I am instantly pulled to you. You stand to meet me and I notice your eyes examine my body from toe to head. My legs exposed beneath my mid-thigh skirt I feel your look linger, examining every long inch. The closer I get the higher your eyes wander up to meet my own.

We greet one another, awkward, but not. The connection we felt as soon as we talked the first time was as strong as ever now that we are face to face. I must feel your touch before we sit, I walk even closer to you and reach to give you a hug. You wanted it as much as I did, you grabbed a hold of me and pulled me so close and held me tight. The warmth and safety of your arms was more than I could have ever anticipated. When we finally let go of one another you invited me to sit next to you.

The booth was small and our legs were forced to touch. I knew what my body was saying about that. I knew what I was feeling…the warmth building up from between my legs. I try to pull my legs from yours and squeeze them tight, hiding from you what I was feeling. My ears heard your words, my eyes watched your sexy lips as you spoke, and my mind wondered if you were having similar thoughts and feelings. As we talked I noticed your eyes wander. I felt them locked on my cleavage that was tactically exposed with a couple of tank tops.

The time just flew, like it always does when we talk. I wanted so bad to touch you, but was not going to be forward, what if you were not interested in me. I asked to be excused from the table. This would give you a chance to see the backside of me. You were watching, I know you were. When I returned you met me and stood to allow me to slide back in. When I did you slide in closer than before and your hand rested on my thigh. I bit my lip so as to not moan.