I'm Watching You  

OcelotScratch 49M
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6/20/2006 11:55 pm

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6/23/2006 5:18 pm

I'm Watching You

I hope that you like this. I tried to avoid some of my usual bad habits. I'm also not sure that it will resonate with anyone outside my head. So call it an experiment.

I sat at my table, watching the bar fill with the Friday after work crowd. Letting the peaty flavor of scotch roll around my mouth, I observed that there were many attractive women among them, but none that were interesting. Then you walked in.

Long before you slammed your bag onto an open stool, I could see the tension in your shoulders and lips. If that spine were any more rigid, you'd crack it. I smiled to myself.

I couldn't hear your voice over the hubbub, but I knew you were ordering a white wine. Some people are predictable. I swallowed the last of my scotch and watched you.

Ah. The cell phone. You can't cut yourself off from the world, even at 5:45 on a Friday. You're yelling. Something about a brief and Monday morning. And anger. You're a lawyer, undoubtedly sweating to make partner. Does it add to the stress that you have to compete with the twentysomethings?

I keep watching. You need a cigarette in your hand. Too bad about the law. Your eyes meet mine for just an instant, as you wind up for your grand climax. I smile knowingly. Your conversation falters, and like that, you hang up the phone. Hesitantly, you turn back to look at me again. It's a good, long look, but you break contact, and turn back to your wine.

Still, I see those shoulders loosen up a bit under your gray silk suit. The waitress makes it over to my table. "Another?" she asks, tracking my eyes.

"Yes, please."

"So, you have your target for tonight?" There is just a hint of jealousy in her voice.

I chuckle. "Perceptive as always, Amanda. Don't worry. I will have you again soon." I chuckle as she gives me her best dubious look. "What's she drinking?" You turn your head to take another peek, giving the illusion that you can hear us.

"The chardonnay," she says with irritation.

"I'm surprised you sell any of that bilge water. In about ten minutes, get her a glass of that Italian merlot I like so much. Don't let her know it's from me."

Ah, if only eyes could kill. "Sure thing, Paul."

I laugh as she walks away. You're now looking at me almost as intently as I am at you. Your tension hasn't abated, merely moved. Your thighs squeeze together, and your hand unconsciously slips inside your jacket. The corners of my mouth curl up, half smile, half sneer. That earns me a glare.

I settle back, watching and waiting. With effort, you rip your eyes away, to look at the handsome bartender. He's gay, darling. No help there in the long run. You persist, squirming with the effort.

Eventually, the glass of red appears before you. You look around in confusion, then conclude the obvious. I'm sipping my whiskey when your eyes reach me. I raise one eyebrow. You take a sip of merlot, and react to its electricity with a flush of heat. The wine sloshes in the glass as you try to set it back down.

This time, my gaze is too strong for you to break. Your chest heaves, clearly visible from thirty feet away. You remove your jacket in an attempt to cool off, not realizing that your nipples are erect, showing themselves to everyone in the bar.

One of the children in here moves over to you. I can't hear his pickup line, but I don't need to. The look on his face as you barely react makes me smirk. He's persistent; I'll give him that. He tries again before wandering off in frustration.

I finish my scotch, and stand up. I leave a fifty for Amanda. Your eyes drop as I approach. You rock back and forth. "Have you soaked through your panties yet?" I ask as I reach behind you. I pick up the wine glass.

You nod mutely. I hand you the glass. "Finish your wine. Then come to this address." I retrieve a card from my shirt pocket. "The guard will let you in."

You grab it, and squeeze as if it's a lifeline. I touch your forearm with my finger, and you jump like you were scalded. "Drink slowly."

I turn and leave the now crowded watering hole. I have no fear that you won't do as I told you.

MsConservative4U 42F

6/21/2006 6:36 am

damn!!! you kiss n tell!! good that ya havent stated my real name here..shold i run for cover now?hhmm...or il change handle..see ya there...il cum in a few mins

Going Where Life Takes ME

OcelotScratch replies on 6/21/2006 2:06 pm:
No, no. This was a different woman. I'll tell about you soon.

rm_katetonite 50F

6/21/2006 10:39 am

So on the card, I would think name and address, but I wonder what the title under the name would be?

OcelotScratch replies on 6/21/2006 2:07 pm:
I confess that I don't know. There are endless possibilities for what happens next. I don't plan to close any of them off.

MsConservative4U 42F

6/22/2006 12:20 pm

great!! you flirt!! didnt you know am a jealous type of insect??..il cut ya nutz..lol..mouaaaaax...dont tell them that i wear undies with colars, huh!

Going Where Life Takes ME

OcelotScratch replies on 6/22/2006 2:29 pm:
Rest assured, I will not tell anyone about your Donald Duck panties.

MsConservative4U 42F

6/23/2006 2:37 pm

    Quoting MsConservative4U:
    great!! you flirt!! didnt you know am a jealous type of insect??..il cut ya nutz..lol..mouaaaaax...dont tell them that i wear undies with colars, huh!
geeeeeeez it wasnt me who wears that undy!!!am the one wearin hentai anime undy!!anyway, nice butt ya got..lol+

Going Where Life Takes ME

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