WE were suppose to meet at my hotel. But the more I thought about the more frightened I became. We had talk for a while on the phone and on the computer. We had shared comment and pictures. But there is a big difference between the internet and face to face.
I decided a drink was in order. So I headed to the bar. Talk about your old style. The large bar with rows of bottles. A huge mirror on the wall to reflect the entire room. As I sat on a stool I could only smile.
I had been stting there nursing a drink for about an hour. Trying to get some nerve up to call and let him know I had checked in. Just then I looked up into the mirror and saw his reflection. He was standing behind me.
With coy grin he took the stool beside. TO my surprise he reached over and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I could only stare. The man was gorgeous. And looking into his eyes my hormones were doing an Irish Jig. I have a vivid imagination as it is. But seeing him it went into overdrive.
All I wanted to do at that moment was take to the room and strip him. But I knew I couldn't do something like that. I mean what would he think of me. So with a large bashful smile I said hello. When he took my hand it was like a bolt of lightning went through my body. Never had I felt such intensity. In the back of my head I kept hearing the words "I HAVE TO HAVE THIS MAN"
As he sat beside me and started talking about his day I stared at his lips. Lush and kissable. His mustache just at the top ridge of his upper lip. His eyes making you think you could drowned in them. I sat and drank my wine and listened with a pounding heart.
TO BE CONTINUED
