darkness, I can see that her eyes are definitely fucking aqua.
“Beautiful,” I murmur.
Suddenly, and surprising the shit out of me, this chick I’ve just met fucking leans in and presses her lips to mine.
Jesus, they’re soft.
I’m stunned at first and don’t really respond.
I guess she takes that the wrong way, as she jerks back, shrinking down into her seat.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” she mutters. “I don’t know what came over me.”
After turning my ball cap around so that the bill’s in the back, I place my hand on her arm.
“It’s okay,” I whisper. “You just caught me off guard. But now that I’ve caught up”—I close the gap between us—“I think we need to revisit where we just left off.”
“You do?”
I touch my lips to hers, brushing over them softly.
“Yes, I definitely do,” I murmur.
“Okay.”
I kiss her gently at first, just some little nips and soft pecks. But when she opens her mouth and our tongues touch, I forget that we’re in a theatre.
All I know is honeysuckles and soft woman.
I can’t stop.
I lift the hem of her sweater an inch, testing.
She groans, and I kiss her harder, moving my hand up her taut tummy, seeking out the swell of her breasts.
Through the silky material of her bra, I ply at one taut nipple.
She gasps into my mouth and places her hand on my jean-clad thigh.
Yes!
Letting out a low growl, I grab hold of her ponytail and tug.
She must like that, as she makes the sweetest little sound of assent.
She then slides her hand farther up my leg.
Up, up, up she goes.
Yeah, I’m hard as fuck now.
Going for it, she settles her hand right fucking there, on my cock.
Pulling back, I grind out, “Do you want to get out of here?”
She doesn’t say a thing.
She just blinks at me.
Okay, this is turning sideways.
A Woman Left Lonely
What in the hell am I doing?
I’m freaking making out with a complete stranger.
A hot stranger, yes, but still a man I know nothing about.
Suddenly, all my common sense returns with a vengeance.
This guy could be a serial killer for all I know!
Or he could be some kind of a psycho in general.
Yet here I am kissing him.
Letting him feel me up.
Putting my hand on his freaking cock, for God’s sake!
It felt huge, by the way.
No, stop. This is nuts.
I am nuts.
I’ve truly lost my mind.
I don’t even know this dude’s name.
And now is not the time to find out.
He wants to “get out of here.”
I know what that means.
The thing that scares me is I want to get out of here with him.
I want to go have mindless, meaningless sex with this hot stranger.
I bet he’s great in bed.
Despite all my yearning, I can’t do it.
I just can’t.
I’m a chicken.
Blinking at him, I jump up and stammer, “I, uh… I-I have to go.”
Looking confused as all get out, stranger-man-who-could-be-a-serial-killer says, “Wait, what? Why? What’s wrong? What just happened here?”
Waving my hand in the air like the lunatic he must think I am, I snap, “This, us. We are what’s wrong. Can’t you see that?”
“Er, um… No.”
I shake my head. “Seriously, dude, I don’t even know you.”
Chuckling, he murmurs, “Seems like we were getting to know each other just fine.”
He’s back to being a smug ass, and that just pisses me off even more.
“I am so out of here,” I grind out.
Spinning around, I storm off.
Thank God the exit is close.
It’s especially good, seeing as that old guy in the center aisle has just noticed the commotion in the back and is turning around, shushing us.
“You can go to hell too!” I yell over my shoulder at him.
Why I just damned the old man to Hades, I don’t know.
I guess I’m just frustrated.
Rushing out into the lobby, I pass through the theatre doors, and race to my car.
Thank God I found a spot right out in front.
It’s snowing, just like jerk-o said it would, but it’s fairly light.
I’m still so mad that it takes me a minute or two to notice it’s gotten much colder.
That’s kind of good.
I need to cool down.
As much as I hate snow, I’m glad it’s falling. It creates a thin coating on my windshield, like a protective cover. No one can see me inside, giving me time to get ahold of myself.
I need the reprieve.
I can’t drive, not yet.
I’m too worked up… in more ways than one.
Damn hot stranger!
In addition to finding myself sexually frustrated, I’m mad I did something so reckless.
What’s even crazier is I’m pissed I didn’t take it