Fuck. You’re here. I can’t fucking believe it! I’m sweating slightly from the warmth of the afternoon and the walk from the metro to this square to meet everyone, but now that I see that you are here. Fucking hell. I slow my steps as I try to slow my heart rate which has intensified its beat, just from laying eyes on you. What has it been, 10 years? We’ve had a lot of…chats…in the meantime but I didn’t truly believe that I’d ever see you again.
Even from so far away you are a complete knock out, a bombshell, completely fucking gorgeous. Fuck, I am really in trouble here, I need to get it together. You are sitting so cool, calm and collected as I approach the table, your hand brushes that glorious golden hair of yours as you raise it in greeting. I feel like I’m racing around the table just to get all the hellos out of the way as quickly as I can. I bend to kiss you, and my heart nearly thumps out of my fucking chest, my dick twitches as I breathe in your scent, and I race around the table to take the chair opposite you, so that I can watch you beneath my shades while I’m chatting to the others on our table. Thank fuck the guy has come to take the order as I am dying of fucking thirst here and I order a G&T to calm my nerves.
What is it with you? No other woman has ever had this effect escort on me. Ever. The first time I saw you, I knew I was lost. I mean for fuck’s sake we were so young back then, what were we, 18 and 19 years old? I’m ruminating over this as I quench one of my thirsts at least, with this mega strong drink, Jesus! How many shots of gin have they put in here?! I’m crunching through the ice cubes, and I am mercifully finishing this life-giving elixir when I slam the glass down on the table. I remove my Ray-Bans to let some air into my over heated face and I can’t help but look at you full on.
Your eyes are hidden behind your sunglasses still, but I know that they hide deep, olive green eyes with mesmerising flecks of gold inside a dark outline, which have held me in rapture for years. I smile slightly as I remember those eyes boring into me and it brings such a deep longing that my dick once again shifts uncomfortably. I tip my head back a little and take a deep breath, licking the remains of the ice-cold gin from my lips. I realise then, that you are staring back at me, though hidden behind your sunglasses, I can feel the intensity of your gaze and the realisation makes me smile. My grin spreads across my face but quickly fades as you suddenly stand up, pushing your chair back in one quick escort bayan motion.
Before I know it, you are taking off across the square and I watch as your skirt blows delicately in the breeze, fluttering around your beautifully shaped legs and I groan quietly as I watch you disappear into the darkness of the bar.
‘You’re quiet today, Raf?’ Tim shouts from across the table.
‘Give us a chance mate’, I call back, ‘I’m still catching up here! In fact, I’ll just order some rose for everyone, yeah?’
They all wave in accordance, so I make my way across the square and into the cool, darkened bar. It’s so quiet inside and I quickly order a bottle of rose for the table and make my way back towards the bathrooms. You can’t hide in there forever surely?
I wait outside in the corridor to give you space and my heart leaps when I hear the drier sound inside the ladies. My pulse is beating in my throat when you finally emerge from the ladies’ room. Fuck me. How do you just keep getting more and more gorgeous? You stop in your tracks and look over my shoulder to the darkend bar behind us and I feel my hands spreading out in a calming gesture.
“Rachel, hi. I wanted to say a proper hello, away from everyone else”, I say, my voice deep with desire.
“Rafael” you say bayan escort simply.
I am lost in the intensity of my feelings as I take in your beautiful features, your soft curves and those glorious golden curls falling to your waist.
“Natalie says you’re staying for a few days?” I offer.
Our mutual friend keeps me fully updated on your movements and has done since we first met. The only lifeline between our two different worlds.
“My course finishes on Friday” you say in that soft, lilting accent which has always driven me crazy. How could I have forgotten just how much?
You walk towards me, and I am frozen to the spot as you place your arms around me gently, barely touching me and you breathe into my ear,
“How lovely to see you again. Rafael.”
I lean into you and inhale your intoxicating scent, what is that? There’s a note which is so fucking arousing, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. My thumbs slide down your arms and brush the inside of your elbows as we break our embrace. Without thinking I say, my voice so low I can barely hear it,
“Wow, your skin is so soft there.”
“You think that’s soft?” you murmur back to me, your lips touching my ear.
The vibration of your soft voice and the implication behind your words gives me goosebumps all over. Fuck.
And with that, you leave me standing there, fully erect, in the dim hallway of the bar and all I can do is watch the curve of your hips and your beautiful hair sway, as you disappear into the sunlight outside.
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