I Wish I'd Written This . . .

"This way -- in here."

His urgency was apparent as he caught me in a firm grasp just above my elbow and guided me into the room -- his room. Then he shut the door and we were alone.

I could feel my heart beating faster as he approached me from behind.  His voice, low and reassuring, was gentle.

"Just relax," he murmured and, with no further warning, reached down. I felt his strong,  hands at my ankles, gently probing, moving upward along my calves  -- slowly, oh, so slowly.

My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.

When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. 

My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.

 This, this is a man, I thought.  A man used to taking charge. . . a man who won't take`no' for an answer.  . . a man who will tell me what he wants . . . who will look into my soul and say . . .

"Okay, ma'am, all done."

My eyes snapped open. He was standing in front of me, smiling and holding out my purse. 

"You may board your flight now."

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This is one of those funny things that floats around the internet. I don't know who wrote it.  The photos aren't by me either but by Louisa Stokes and Unknown.