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Her hands move deftly, caressing her camera like a lover. I watch enthralled as she captures the fair lady’s face with her lens. All too soon she is on the move, and my eyes fall to the mural of Audrey Hepburn that so appealed to her.
She’s cute and I’m a coward. My feet betray me though and follow her into the cafe adjacent to the mural. Most seats are taken, with many patrons choosing to stand as they chat and devour delicious pastries. She however has found a seat, at a table for two.
Camera in hand she flicks through the images she has taken, her facial expressions mesmerise me as she reviews the images she has procured.
In another lapse of being myself, I ask if the seat at her table is free. It is. I am sitting with the cute girl wondering how to eat a pastry in front of her with getting crumbs in my hair or spilling coffee down my blouse.
Unexpectedly she looks at me, perhaps into me? She makes my insides burn, my outsides too. I’m blushing hard. I should speak, but while she is looking at me at I can barely breathe let alone form coherent sentences.
‘Do you always follow girls into cafes?
I answer it in a questioning tone, kicking myself for not saying something smooth like ‘only the cute ones’, but why be cool when I can be a dork. Apparently that’s her thing though and she bursts out laughing.
‘Well when you know for certain could you let me know? I don’t want to be one of many, but I could be down with being an exception.’
The sparkle in her eyes is wicked.
This is confirmed when she stands up, takes my hand and leads me away. I leave my pastry behind without question. Who am I today?
We are in the ladies bathroom before I know it. Which isn’t always classy, but today it is the greatest adventure.
Her lips are on mine, soft and inviting. Our breasts are touching, clothes from an infuriating barrier, but still it feels amazing. My fingers snake into her hair and she moans, and I think I could come from that sound alone. I come, that’s true, but not from that. I come when her own fingers slip underneath my soaked panties and find in lightening speed that spot that makes the world blur and my body convulse with pleasure.
My hands fall to my side, the wall supports my weight as she steps back from me, the wicked sparkle in her eyes remains. In seconds her camera is back in her hands, she takes my picture and before I can object she has kissed me on the cheek and fled, leaving me bereft and wishing I had her number.
Thankfully my skirt had pockets, which is rare and awesome, and cute girl had business cards.
My pastry was still on the table too.
A great adventure indeed.
…. Read Part 2
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