A Woman's Love Story
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided
me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we
were alone.
He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low,
reassuring voice close to my ear.
"Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong,
calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along
my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew
I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so
experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder,
and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his
knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my
firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing,
searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders,
slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.
Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting
and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge.
A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell
me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ...
"Okay, ma'am, all done."
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me,
smiling, holding out my purse.
"You can board your flight now." :
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