She kept on talking and I sat there nodding like a lizard, pretending to listen. Talking stuff I barely cared to know what about.
But really, my eyes stayed focused on the opening in her blouse.
I couldn’t help trying to imagine what her breasts looked like. I couldn’t help imagining what she looked like without any clothes on.
At some point, her lips puckered at me. I thought she was asking for a kiss. Turns out she was digging a morsel stuck between her teeth.
She was a beauty, and she smelled good, too. Her perfume was arousing. Like a fetish charm, it worked its magic on me.
It was a good thing that she couldn’t see under the table I had an erection straining inside my jeans, wanting to be set free!
How the fuck was I gonna do that here, in this crowded restaurant?
My eyes stayed glued to her blouse, imagining her tits beckoning to me. They talked dirty to me, asking if I’d like to see more.
“Yeah, show me more,” I muttered.
“What?” She gave me an odd look. “What did you just say to me?”
“Emm . . . Nothing. I meant to say . . . ahh, I’d love to kiss your chest!”
Shocked! She swung her palm at my face-SLAP!-grabbed her handbag and marched out of the restaurant.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me.
“Women,” I shrugged.
The crowd went back to being as they were. I stuck my fork into my chicken and ate my meal.
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