For the past two months, I’ve come into this bar every Thursday night.   I always come alone, have a couple drinks, engage in casual conversation with those around me then head for home.   I always sit at the bar and have come to know the bartender quite well.   It’s generally pretty quiet but every now and then the place becomes a college hang out.  I enjoy people watching, coming up with a life story for each person by the way they are dressed, what they drink, and the company they keep.  For amusement purposes only!   I’m not looking to get picked up, just enjoying adult conversation socially. 

I noticed him in here on my first visit.  He always keeps company with a beautiful dark haired younger lady.   I’ve become entranced by his stunning eyes.   The intensity they portray always sends chills through me when he meets my glance.    We bumped into each another once. I lay in bed that evening wondering, perhaps even wishing, he did it intentionally. The perfect timing as I left the restroom, the brush of his hand across the front of my skirt as he pressed his body close to mine.  The seductive stare and then the lick of his lips just before the “excuse me” in a very sexy voice. I even had to pleasure myself as I thought of his eyes, his lips, his touch, and mmmm his body.  

 I try to keep my thoughts away from him since he appears to be spoken for. The casual brushing of their bodies leads me to believe it is not a platonic relationship, although I don’t think they are married either. I really don’t understand how she can keep her hands off of him.  To be perfectly honest, I’ve spent way too much of my time thinking of him as it is.

Tonight though, he is alone.     When I notice him sitting in his usual spot, he is staring right through me.   The intensity once again makes my heart flutter.  Eyes that are dark yet they sparkle with clarity.   His eyes look at me ferociously and almost frightens, yet intrigues.  I look away, having no other choice as my breath is drawn from me. I try to think of something else but my body is reacting strangely and I am captivated by him.  The bar is getting more crowded than usual and people are bumping into me as they round the bar.   I try turning my focus on a group of college guys that appear to be barely of drinking age.    They are becoming rowdy and very loud and of no interest to me.  My blood is beginning to boil with desire.

I get up and go to the bathroom to splash a little cool water on me or perhaps wishing for another encounter.  When I come out, I notice that he has left.  My heart feels just a little sad and partly relieved.   I really don’t need this type of distraction in my life right now and getting him off my mind hasn’t been an easy task.   I even wonder what the two of them are doing when they leave the bar, and my mind always wanders to the sexual nature.   I close my eyes and picture him pulling her close and kissing her with those perfect lips of his as his hands light up her body with each stroke.  He takes her neck into his mouth as she moans and throws her head back.   As his hands skillfully tantalize her body he turns so she is facing me.   When she opens