1. Taking Chances


    Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    quickly turned away, embarrassed, pretending she hadn’t noticed him, and he went back to his writing. Even after she finished her yogurt, knowing she should return to work, she lingered, intrigued by his deep concentration, his passionate intensity. She wondered what he was writing and felt her curiosity growing. Usually she didn’t pay much attention to people passing where she sat, but today, the man across from her fascinated her, and she felt the urge to say something to him, to ask him what he was writing, then dismissed that thought, feeling it would be wrong to interrupt him, an invasion of his privacy. When she got up to return to work, throwing her empty yogurt container and plastic spoon in the trashcan next to her bench, he looked up at her again and their eyes met briefly, a slight smile on his lips. He looked down at his writing, then back up at her and smiled again, then, placed the pen on the page as a marker and closed his notebook. When he looked up at her, she could see his blue eyes behind the wire-rimmed glasses. His smile surprised her and a sudden thrill rippled through her that made her feel she was blushing. She suddenly felt awkward standing there, her hand on the strap of her handbag, while her heartbeat quickened. “What are you writing?” she asked, quickly adding, “Sorry, that’s none of my business.” “Just some thoughts.” He chuckled and his face softened in contrast to the harder, grim look he wore when he was writing. “You seemed so intense. I was ...
    watching you.” “Oh well, I get carried away with my writing.” He glanced down at his notebook, patting the black cover then looked back up at Catherine. “Well, I better get back to work. I don’t want to interrupt you,” she said, tightening the grip on her handbag. “No problem. I was almost finished. Where do you work?” Catherine pointed to the office building across from the park. “Over there on the fifteenth floor in an office.” He looked where she was pointing and stood up. “Mind if I walk you there? I have to stretch.” “If you’d like, that’s fine.” He was several inches taller than she originally thought, also much thinner. Again, their eyes met as she looked up at him, surprised at his offer, a slight thrill swelling in her that she hadn’t felt in a long time. She noticed his brown corduroy pants, worn and baggy at the knees, his wrinkled tweed sports jacket and open-collared red and black flannel shirt that clashed with the tweed jacket. “Let’s go,” he said and placed his notebook in his jacket pocket. She noticed a paperback book in the other pocket and the tip of a pipe sticking out of the upper pocket. Neither of them spoke as they walked towards the entrance of the park. It was autumn and the path was littered with brown, yellow and red leaves. He pointed to the leaves covering the grass. “I love this time of year. It’s so colorful and I love how summer fades into autumn.” He paused. “Like us.” He chuckled and took a deep breath. “And the air is so sweet. I like how ...
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