Couple

Just a quick story for my readers who are eagerly awaiting another entry in my latest ongoing.
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-Dawn V. Nichols

He sits upright, a model of poise and proper posture. His companion, a young woman with her blonde hair loosely knotted on her head, leans forward. She seems, at first glance, to be far more interested in him than he is with her.

Not true. Anyone can see how his legs are crossed, echoing her own body language, even though neither can clearly see the other's legs beneath the sturdy wooden tabletop.

At a break in their conversation she rises from her seat. Taking her place near his side, she bends down to give him a quick kiss on the lips. Though short on passion, the kiss is full of love and deeper meaning. As she crosses the room for the restrooms, she smiles to herself. "What will I do tonight to fuel his passion? What will have him burning with need, with a desire that only I can give him?"

As she returns from the restroom she casually drops something in his lap in passing. He glances down into his lap, recognizing the hot pink lace of her thong. He has seen it on his bedroom floor enough times to know it.

As his eyes meet hers, she arches one brow in invitation. His mind spins as the blood rushes from his brain. He begins to stand, but stops himself and glances at the lace, now raised from its old position. She takes the hint and stands first. Her left hand takes his right to draw him to standing. Her right hand quickly reaches out to grasp the panties from his lap and the root of her desire. It swells beneath her fingers. Her body blocks her actions from immediate sight, though anyone would know just from his pained look. His eyes beg for release, but not yet.

His time would come soon enough.

Then, she will leave him...

With nothing but memories...

And a hot pink lace thong on the bedroom floor.