Sometimes I go mad just looking at him. I want to run across the floor between us. I want to tell him the truth, whatever that is, or do something impulsive and radical, like kiss him without warning. Would he understand in only the way a stranger could? Would he be turned on or intimidated, or would he need nothing explained? Not knowing sometimes can be fun. But I want to know. I've had my fun waiting. I want to know his fantasies. I want to know what he would picture me doing to him. He could tell me anything, and it wouldn't scare me. Most likely I'd be into it. I could handle it. The question is, could he handle me?
He sees me across the way, looking at him. He doesn't even know what he does to me. Those piercing blue eyes looking deep into mine, so deep that I am lost in the fantasy. My brain is flooded with sensation. I see him pushing me against the wall, discarding my shirt, touching my skin lightly, then pressing a little harder as I press back. Kissing me so passionately without saying a thing. I don't want him to say anything. I want him breathing so hard he can't speak. Looking at his body, I image every part of him and every part of me, together. Our breathing gets so heavy, I almost feel sick. Everyone around us has no idea, but they can't stop watching. He is studying my body, wondering what part to explore first. Slowly, he reaches between my legs, teasing me. Lightly rubbing my clitoris, making me want him more. His lips lightly graze my neck with soft kisses. I reach down and unbuckle his belt. I unzip his jeans and slide them off. He grabs my panties and slides them off. Both of us naked now, he grabs under my thighs and lifts me up and places me gently on the table. He's trying not to be rough with me. He wants to make sure this is perfect. He is lying over my exposed body. He gently squeezes my thighs and starts to kiss down my body, making me hotter and hotter. Once he reaches my pubic mound, his tongue slowly circles around my clitoris, making every part of me vulnerable and weak. I moan as he pleasures me. He kisses his way back up, taking my breasts into his mouth and sucking lightly, moving up to my collarbone and neck, kissing both. I feel him pressed hard up against the inside of my thigh. It feels like we have both waited for this a long time. He reaches down between us, looking at my body shining in the light and gently slides inside me, going deeper with every thrust.
Slowly, I emerge from my daze. Could he be thinking the same thoughts behind his stranger's gaze?
