The food court in the building I work in isn’t very busy. It’s a beautiful summer day, and most people are outside enjoying the sunshine. I ordered the Chicken Teriyaki special, when my order is ready, I reached for my wallet. I had left my wallet in my suit jacket.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath.
M was behind me, next in line to pay at the cash registered. She could see I had forgotten my wallet by my reaction. She gently bumps my back with her shoulder. I turn around and look her. She is five foot five or six, with long chestnut brown hair. Her eyes are dark brown and big. I lose my train of thought looking into her big brown eyes. She is shapely, slim and delicate looking. Her breasts are a 36B, I guess. Her face is softly chiseled, gently curved, and beautiful.
“I got it,” she says, and winks at me.
I don’t reply right away. I am embarrassed about forgetting my wallet, and smitten by this beautiful, confident young lady that has offered to pay for my lunch.
I gather my thoughts and reply, “That is very kind of you. Thank you. Let me run up to my office, and I will come back down with my wallet. It’ll only take a few minutes.”
She shifts her weight to one foot, and tilts her head to one side.
“I am taking this to go. Sorry, I am always swamped at work on Thursdays.” She pouts. “Get me next time you see me,” She cheerfully replies.
She pays with a twenty dollar bill, takes her change, looks up at me with big smile and says, “See ya.” She turns and walks away.
I watch her walk away from me, admiring her slender form. Her hair gently bouncing around her shoulders, to rhythm of her quick steps. Her hips gently sway, as she moves her long slim legs. Her steps cause her tight ass to jiggle underneath her short and snug maroon dress. While I am admiring her sweet legs and ass in motion, she turns her head to look back at me and flashes a smile.
“Busted,” I think to myself. “When did I become a dirty old man?”
She caught me looking at her ass. I shrug my shoulders and smile back at her. I’ll remember her, and pay her back next time I see her.
Friday
It’s the Friday before the first long weekend of the summer. I arrive at work early and am having a coffee, while replying to emails from my phone. I hadn’t noticed that M walking towards me.
“May I join you?” M asks.
She is holding a coffee and a muffin, looking down at me with a big smile on her face.
She’s wearing black dress slacks, a white shirt, and a dark blue sweater. Her shirt is unbuttoned just enough to show the delicate straps of her blue bra. Her hair is up and pulled away from her face. She looks more stunning than she looked yesterday.
I stand up and wait for her to sit. A quizzical look replaces her smile.
“Are you leaving?” she asks.
I laugh out loud and motion her to sit.
“It is considered proper etiquette for a gentleman to stand, if he is sitting, and a lady addresses him. Please, join me. I have a few minutes before my first meeting. Besides, I owe you some money, and would like to pay you back for lunch yesterday,” I reply.
M looks at me for a few seconds, her smile returns, and says, “You don’t owe me money. You owe me lunch. I bought you lunch. I didn’t lend you money. And I would appreciate if you watched your potty mouth around this lady. You do realize the first word I heard out of your mouth was, shit.”
She sits down in the chair across from me. Her smile broadens as she waits for my reaction to her words. I laugh out loud.
“You are a very charming and funny girl. I’m Gil by the way, the guy with the potty mouth,” I reply.
I extend my hand to her, as I introduce myself. I shake her hand gently. Her hand is slender, soft and warm. I shiver at her touch. There is something in her touch, something electric. I put M in her mid-twenties, but wasn’t about to ask her if I was right.
“My friends call me M,” she smiles, “As in the thirteenth letter of the alphabet.”
“Pleased to meet you M, again,” I smile back.
My phone chimes and vibrates, as I’m taking a sip of my coffee. A reminder I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.
“May I see your phone?” M asks, as she extends her hand.
I hand my phone to her, and ask. “Why may I ask, do you want my phone?”
Her fingers swipe and press against the screen of my phone, while she answers, “I am adding myself as a contact.” Then asks me, “How else are you going to be able to text me, to ask if you can buy me the lunch you owe me?”
“Your logic is flawless, M. Do you work for a debt collection agency?” I jokingly ask.
M’s phone vibrates, she picks it up and her fingers swipe and press against the screen.
“Nothing so glamorous,” she chuckles. “I do admin work for an Insurance agency, for now. There, I sent myself a text and added you as a contact,” she hands me back my phone. “Stay in touch Gil, and text me for lunch when you can,” she says smiling. Then she asks me, “What do you do?”
“I’m in IT, infrastructure, deployment and development,” I reply.
M twists her lips and narrows her eyes.
“You don’t look like a typical IT guy. I would never have guessed that,” She says.
“What would you have guessed?” I ask. And add, “I am curious. I get that a lot, by the way.”
I’m six feet tall, over two hundred pounds, and fit. I started working out again shortly after my divorce, four years ago. I look like more like an athlete than an IT professional. I started sporting a goatee last year. I like the way it looks on me. I especially like the mix of my black and gray whiskers.
M sits back in her seat, waits a few seconds and replies, “Honestly, the first thing that popped into my mind, was that you look like an enforcer for the mob.” She blushes a bit, and laughs.
“Ha, I get that a lot too,” I chuckle. “So, you offered to pay for my lunch out of fear?” I jokingly ask her.
“Maybe, but I’m not admitting to anything. I barely know you,” She chuckles.
“Apologies M, I have to be in a meeting in a few minutes. I would love to stay and chat with you. I am glad you stopped by and said hello. Have a great day,” I tell her, as I get up and leave for my meeting.
“I look forward to it Gil. Text me, whenever,” she replies.
The day dragged on, I thought I’d never get out of the office. Our servers were having performance issues. And I had every department on my ass, all day long. When quitting time came, I ran out of my office. I decided to walk to the subway above ground. It’s a beautiful, hot summer evening and I need to clear my head.
I was thinking of stopping and grabbing a beer before I headed home, and maybe dinner. My kids are with their mother for the week, and I am in no rush to get home. As I walk passed crowed patios and restaurants, I hear someone call my name. I look to see where the voice is coming from, they call my name again. It is coming from behind me. I turn to see M, leaning over the waist high white railing of a patio, waving at me to come over.
I walk over and say “Hi.”
“Hi! You have to join us for a drink,” M blurts out.
I look at her for a moment. Her hair is shimmering in the sunlight. A few strands of her hair have come free and dangle around cheek, swaying lazily in the warm breeze. Her skin glimmering in the sun, she had removed her sweater and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. She looks sexy standing there in the sunlight. Her smile is contagious. I can’t help but smile back at her.
I look over to all three of her friends, nodding to each of them as I make eye contact. They are all around M’s age, female, mid-twenties, maybe a bit older. I think about her offer, and decide a drink and a bite with M and her friends would be pleasant.
“I would love to join you lovely ladies for a drink,” I answer, and make my way into the bar and onto the patio.
I take a chair and place it at the end of their table. The table is set for four. They are seated two on each side, facing each other. M introduces her friends as Julie, Monica and Sandy. We exchange hellos and short pleasantries.
I am seated with Julie on my left and Monica on my right. Julie turns to her left, and says to M. “He does look like an enforcer for the mob. You weren’t joking M.”
We all laugh at Julies comment. M nudges Julie’s leg under the table with her knee. She is slightly embarrassed, knowing that I now know she mentioned me to her friends.
“I get that a lot, never gets old for me,” I tell them.
The waitress comes over and asks me what I would like to order. “Another bottle of wine for ladies, and a Jack Daniels for me please,” I politely reply.
We chat, and ask, and answer the usual questions people ask when they meet for the first time.
I keep looking over at M when I’m not talking, wishing it was her sitting beside me. I loosen my tie and undo the first button of my shirt. The sun was setting and had moved between two trees on the street. It was beating down directly on me. M has her elbows on the table, her head lowered and looking up at me. She’s holding the straw in her drink, loosely between two fingers. The end of the straw between her teeth, with her lips slightly parted and curled in a smile.
I stare at her lips and wonder how soft they would feel, pressed hard against mine. I wonder if I am reading M’s glances and stares correctly. Am I imagining that lustful look in her eyes, or, is it there for me to pick up on? Is she flirting with me and giving me the green light to approach her?
Taking my cell phone number and giving me hers, was a bold thing to do. But, it could just as easily have been a friendly gesture. She is a very friendly and outgoing person.
The conversation continues and we talk about work, our personal lives, past jobs and what we would be rather doing. When I mention I am divorced with a son and daughter, they all are sympathetic. I assure them it was for the best for all involved, and quickly change the subject.
Sandy asks me, “Do you have any hobbies, Gil?”
“I have a few, but don’t indulge in them as much as I would like to. Never seems to be enough hours in a day, to do more than the necessities,” I reply to Sandy.
They all nod their heads in agreement and say they feel the same.
M looks at me with mischief in her big brown eyes, and asks me, “Gil, do any of your hobbies involve digging holes in the desert late at night, and covering the trunk of your car with plastic?”
I burst out laughing, and her friends all chuckle.
“Okay, I seriously want to know what your favorite hobby is, Gil,” M says in a serious tone.
“My favorite would be easier to demonstrate than explain,” I reply, and smile at her. “But, after your last comment, I’m a bit hesitant. It might reinforce your, trunk covered in plastic, remark.”
“M laughs and replies, “You have to tell us now. You’re not leaving till you do.”
All her three friends agree with her and insist that I tell them.
“I enjoy creating designs with rope, intricate designs, using Japanese binding techniques and knots.” I explain to them. “If you have ever seen a samurai sword, you will have seen the handle is decorated with an intricate binding of rope.” Then add, “It makes me very popular at Christmas, when someone wants a special gift uniquely wrapped in ribbon.”
They all wait for me to continue. Not sure if they understand what I am saying to them.
“Let me show you an example. It’s a lot more interesting to see it, than having it described to you,” I say to them.
I remove my tie and undo the knot in it. I grab the empty bottle of wine on the table and proceed to bind it with my tie. I tie it into a double diamond shaped design, down the length of the bottle. My tie is a dark silky blue, the bottle is black, a great contrast to show off the design. I place the bottle in the middle of the table, and watch their faces as they study it.
Julie is first to comment, “Wow, that is very pretty. Add me to your list of people you wrap presents for,” She says.
Sandy and Monica agree with Julie and want to be added to the list.
I look at M and say to her, “Before you ask, the answer is no. I have never rolled up a body in a carpet and tied it up.”
M shrugs her shoulders, and lifts her hands palms facing up, and gives me a, “Who, Me?” look.
I look at my phone to check the time. I calculate that five hours have passed, and it felt like five minutes. I decide I better leave. I am being consumed by thoughts of M and me, naked in my bed. I excuse myself from the table and head to the restroom. I decide I will announce I am leaving, when I get back from the restroom.
I return, drop five, twenty dollar bills on the table, and say, “Thank you ladies, I had a great evening. It was a pleasure meeting you all. I hope we see each other again. M, I thank you again for inviting me tonight.”
My announcement is greeted with the usual, “It’s only eleven o’clock…don’t leave…have one more drink with us,” from everyone, except M.
She stands up, walks over to me, wraps both her arms around my left arm and tells her friends, “I’ll be right back girls. I want to make sure this IT geek gets into a taxi safely.”
Then she looks up at me and playfully whispers, “Just making sure you’re safe till I get the lunch you owe me, and then you’re on your own.”
We walk to the corner of the street, and look for any taxis that might be approaching from either direction. M is still holding on to my arm. She is squeezing it a bit tighter now. I can feel the softness of her breasts as they press into my arm. I wonder if she can feel my heart pounding through the side of my chest, where her arms are pressed against.
“I had a nice time M, thank you,” I tell her again.
Just to break the silence between us.
“I really wish you would stay longer,” She says in a soft voice.
She looks up at me with half a smile on her face, and a hint of sadness in her big brown eyes. I am six inches taller than her. I lower my mouth six inches and place a gentle kiss on her lips. I keep my lips on her lips for a few seconds, and then break the kiss. They are as soft as I imagined.
A taxi pulls up and the driver honks his horn. I ask the driver to give me a minute, with the universal raised index finger sign. He acknowledges, with the universal nod of the head sign.
“Forgive me M, I have been dying to kiss you,” I confess to her.
“Apology accepted Gil,” She says, through a smile.
She immediately gets up on her toes, tilts her head back and kisses me.
“Forgive me Gil, I have been dying to kiss you too,” She says to me, with a sparkle in her eye.