Category : Stories
Sub Category : YoungAdult
He sat alone, enjoying his coffee fix in the café. She walked in, her aura filled the room. He noticed her instantly as she entered. He felt powerless. His eyes, like magnets were drawn towards her striking beauty.
Her hair, as black as a raven’s wing, caressed the porcelain skin of her shoulders. Its dark lustre framed the simple beauty of her face, which he studied carefully.
Firstly her moist lips; so warm and inviting. Then his gaze turned to the delicate curve of her nose and finally, the depth of her dark brown eyes, as she looked back at him, holding his gaze, as if she was reading his thoughts and touching his soul.
His eyes scrutinised the soft white nakedness of her neck and shoulders, letting his eyes wander to her ample breasts. Their fullness fringed tantalizingly with black lace. He was immediately aroused.
Her smile broadened and her cheeks flushed as if she could sense his arousal. She turned away, while he continued feasting his eyes on her. He studied her dress, the way it clinged onto her firm body like a second skin, hugging her contours in the same way that he wanted to.
She sat down opposite him. His gaze returning once more to the fullness of her breasts as they rearranged themselves within their lacy confines. Electricity charged the air around them. Their eyes met again and she smiled, knowing his thoughts and revelling in them.
She paused for a moment, before opening her bag and taking out a cigarette, holding it in her slender fingers, before placing it between her moist lips. He found himself envying its intimacy as he lit it. He wished to be that cigarette between her lips, he wanted to feel her warm breath on him, he longed to feel the sensation of her lips pressed firmly on him as she sucked him, inhaling his smoke into her lungs.
Instead, he bought her coffee and they sat talking and laughing. They drank more coffee, talked and laughed some more. Although her young nubile body gave rise to sighs, he was held captive by her beautiful eyes.
