1. Taking Chances


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

    imagine that a woman like you would not think about it. It’s natural to wonder.” “What do you mean a woman like me?” “Well, I can tell there is a streak of wildness in you. I saw it when you tossed those leaves over me in the park. That was very revealing.” “Oh, so you saw wildness in me. Is that what you’re saying?” “Yes, and I have to admit that when I first saw you and our eyes met, you made me smile and I immediately felt attracted to you.” “You did?” “And you did too, didn’t you?” “Yes, I was attracted to you. I have to admit it. You seemed so intense, writing, and I became fascinated.” Catherine was stunned by Tom’s bluntness and honesty and realized it was impossible to be evasive with him. She picked up her glass of wine, took a sip and did something that surprised her. She looked at Tom over the rim of her glass and knew she was flirting with him. She remembered standing outside the office building, surprised that she was flirting, something she had not done since her teen years, but remembered how it excited her. Looking at him and seeing how he looked back at her while she sipped her wine emboldened her and caused her to enjoy the strange, tingling sensation rising in her. “One thing that is important to me is complete honesty,” Tom said and paused to take a sip of wine. “It’s very important. I want to know what a person is really thinking and feeling. No bullshit.” “I agree.” Again, she was stunned by his bluntness. “But it’s not always easy. Sometimes you don’t ...
    want to hurt a person’s feelings so you beat around the bush—even lie.” Catherine took a sip of wine and continued. “And sometimes you don’t know what you think or feel.” She took another swallow of wine, then another, finishing her wine, surprised that she drank so quickly and looked at her empty glass. Tom finished his wine. “Would you like another glass of wine?” “Yes, I think I would. I usually don’t drink wine in the afternoon, but I will make an exception.” Tom put his hand up to call the waiter over and ordered two more glasses of Chablis then said, “No, bring us the bottle.” When the waiter nodded and left, he turned to Catherine. “Why not? I’m enjoying being with you. This is such a pleasant surprise.” “Thank you. This is very nice.” Catherine smiled and then sat back. She realized how strange it was to be drinking wine with another man, someone she thought was attractive and interesting, someone so different than Martin. That thought roused a pang of guilt, and yet this felt romantic, exciting, new, and she suddenly realized she was feeling sexually aroused. She felt moisture forming between her legs, but tried ignoring it. She stared at the empty glass, thinking, There’s nothing wrong with having a glass of wine with a man. It’s just a glass of wine, nothing more than a little diversion while Martin is at work and won’t be home until later. It's much better than being home, reading a novel while having dinner alone. “What are you thinking?” Tom asked, seeing how she ...
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