The sun was high in the sky, beating down on my back as I laced up my sneakers. That was when I looked up as he walked past me, wearing skintight track shorts. The kind that left nothing to the imagination. My mouth began to water, and granted that is not ladylike behavior, but I never said I was a lady. He had the firmest ass that I ever saw. I spoke without thinking.
“Nice ass,” I said low enough for both of us to hear.
He turned around and gave me a surprised look. “Thanks.”
“Welcome,” I said as my eyes roamed his body slowly without any sign of shyness in them.
“How old are you?”
“Why bring age into this?”
“Because the way your eyes went over me shows that you’re older than you look, but you are still able to get my ass thrown in jail.” He said with a smile.
“How about I say I have had older than you and the only one who knows is me and him.”
He shook his head as if he couldn’t believe what I was saying to him.
“I’m married, I don’t cheat.”
I could not help but chuckle and shake my head. “Wow, slow down. You went from A to C to F. I am still at A.”
“What?”
“Attention is A, which I got yours. Cheating is C. I did not ask you to. F is obviously for later. Which I did not offer. “
“You know you are too forward for your own good.”
I looked at his tight shorts and saw he’s getting hard, but I will stop because we both cannot fulfill what we want at this moment.
“You’re right. How about I leave right now, and you go to the bathroom to take care of that? I do apologize for giving that to you.”
He looked down as if he did not know that his body was coming alive.
“What is your name?”
“Aimee.”
“Such an innocent name.”
I stood up and started to walk away.
“Don’t you want to know mine?”
A young skinny guy called out. “Roger, are you coming?”
I smiled at him, “Roger.”
“Wait, what is your number?”
“Roger, for someone who stated just a few minutes ago, I do not cheat, you are pushing the boundary of doing just that.
“You’re right. Nice to meet you, Aimee.”
He looked a little conflicted, and if he races today, I didn’t want to ruin his concentration. I took out a pen and paper from my duffel bag.
“What is your number? Don’t worry, I will not call randomly. Tell me what time to call and I’ll make it happen.”
He thought about it and gave me his number and the time to call. “I’m a math teacher. That can be the reason you call.”
I put away the paper and pen. Bit my lower lip and said,” Now, go, Roger, so I can watch a nice asset walk away.”
He smiled and shook his head.
Roger, the voice called again. He turned to walk away, damn … it was a sight to behold.
Haha. Got to love those flirtatious moments. I also agree it needed the profanity. Not that I’m big on censorship anyway.
Great ink
Thank you Nick
I did read it with out it and something felt off. 😊
Holiday romances in far off destinations make the world go round and generally a much happier place .. if only briefly .. two weeks would be tops for me now .. Hell, it doesn’t even need to be a faraway place these days .. anywhere beyond the garden gate would be just fine .. I dunno whether todays offering is a product of a wickedly well primed imagination .. or whether these events genuinely happened .. either way, it doesn’t matter, I applaud your frankness & originality .. Kind regards, Neville
Thank you, Neville. Did I make your mind take a trip?
Yep I just got the tickets but not sure where I’m heading ..
A sizzling, playful scene full of tension and wit. The narrator’s boldness and the flirtatious back-and-forth make this a fun, electric read.
Thank you RomaJ 😊
It was a fun write.
Tremendous work. Powerful.
Thank you, Thomas;))
Passionately penned, Fia. Always love your storytelling my friend, excellent write. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Thank you, Damian <3
Hoi hoi
You know that I am a fan of your for DUP’s ago.
And I won’t/don’t want to bagatelize (or what’s it spelled) the other one walking away, but how about envying the back pockets?
I lured à very lovely person in writing such a poem (lyrics) and it dried up very well.
Maybe it’ll be a possibility to retaliate???
Other than that à lovely write. What’s this with this à all the time?
You’re the sharp person. I’m not your fan for nothing!
Warmest greetings from Gus
Hi,Duhsjaak, I will lay off the “a”‘s. This is an old story, but I wanted to share it. Thank you;))
The brave and bold flirting is fun to read, although this old fuddy-duddy was always too shy to carry on that way. Nice that she told him right out that she was married. Sexual attraction is part of us and I don’t think you can make it go away. (I certainly haven’t stopped noticing the girls. Heh-Heh!)
I agree with you, you cannot make it go away. Thank you, Sam;))
Oh, that was excellent. How nice to read something that is what it is and does not have to apologize for it. I could absolutely see this entire encounter,
Thank you. I appreciate that.;))
Very nice interaction, did this really happen?
If so, did you make the call? So many questions attached to this
creative piece. Thank you
Thank you, you’re the only one who asked if the call was made. “Yes, it was.”
Oh this was seduction writing at its finest. The dialogue grabbed me and held me there like the best encounter with a woman I have ever had. This really rocked big time. You have the dialogue down perfectly. My attention was riveted. And there were surprises around every turn in the dialogue. The suspense of what would happen next had me completely enthralled., Great storytelling. You had me stimulated beyond belief just by the dialogue alone with no graphic depictions just the prospect of the bedroom affair.
John
I appreciate the compliment, thank you;))