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The Sunday was progressing like any other. I was parked in the cafe at the local Barnes and Noble. Although I wasn't sitting behind my office desk, I was still buried under a mound of paperwork. I told myself, half-heartedly, that by getting the work done I was making my life easier next week. I wasn't, and I knew it. A new mound of paperwork would only replace the old, but still....
....That is when I saw her.
She was sitting a couple of tables away from me, pouring over a magazine and blowing on a grande coffee. Her long, chestnut hair was pulled back into a pony-tail. A stray strand of her bangs had gotten loose. It fell in a curve, framing her delicate cheek bones. She looked to be in her mid-twenties and had an Italian complexion, full, red lips, big doe eyes, and a wicked half-smirk. My eyes roamed over this woman, drinking her in. There was something intriguing about her that I couldn't escape. She had captured my imagination, and she didn't even know it. Now I was forced to sit and stare like an idiot. Who was she? What did she do? Why was I so damn smitten?
I was intrigued. The woman dressed with an attractive flair, but wasn't showing off. She was content to fade into the throng of weekend customers in an anonymous suburban bookstore. Somehow that quiet comfort made her even more captivating. My heart raced as my eyes slid down her body. The slopes of her curves were visible under her grey turtleneck sweater, but they weren't on obvious display. Her black skirt was flowy and about ankle length. Black leather boots completed her late-fall / early winter look. She was beautiful in an unassuming but put-together way. And she had all the right flourishes. Everything added up to wow.
I watched as she took a tentative sip from her steaming cup. I almost chuckled to myself as she recoiled from the coffee's overwhelming heat. Her expression was adorable; it was the kind of look that someone makes when they think no one is paying attention.
Then a weird sensation hit me, a sort of deja vu: did I know this woman? She seemed familiar; there was something recognizable about her. I could feel my face tightening as I tried to place her. No luck; my memories were not cooperating. It felt like there was a fog that I could not poke through. She was on the other side, but all I could see was a silhouette. She looked up.
I quickly averted my eyes, instantly engrossed in the paperwork in front of me. I didn't want to be caught gawking. That would be rude. Besides, I was never comfortable approaching a stranger in a public place. The conversations that followed always felt so contrived and stilted. What would I say? "Do I know you? You look familiar." I couldn't think of anything cheesier.
After a few seconds I looked up again. The woman was now looking off in the opposite direction, perhaps contemplating a muffin from the display case. She was regal and haunting in her beauty. I shrugged my shoulders and fell back to work. I probably didn't know her. And if so, oh well. Another missed opportunity....
"Hey there. Do you mind if I join you?"
I looked up. The mystery woman was standing there, towering over me. All I could do was blink.
"Well?" she asked, laughter bubbling up in her voice.
Still tongue tied, I nodded. I pushed my papers away and gestured to an empty seat.
The woman pulled the chair from the table and sat down, crossing her legs. She smiled, looking into my eyes. A big grin lit on her face. The pearly whites of her teeth gleamed.
The woman spoke, "You ever been in one of those situations where you think you recognize somebody but you are not quite sure, so you just sit back and let the moment roll on? Maybe if you are lucky the other person makes the first move?"
A grin lit up my face. I responded, "I think I know the kind of moment you are talking about."
"You recognize me but you have no idea who I am. Am I right?" There was a playful lilt in her voice. This woman was toying with me.
I sat up straight in my chair, studied the woman in front of me, and folded my hands on the table. I grimaced and shook my head; I was still clueless. There was something about her. I had the slightest whiff, the faintest taste, but that was all. "I hate to admit it, but you are one hundred percent on the mark," I replied.
"I sometimes get that," she said with a slight laugh. The brunette beauty took a soft sip from her coffee cup. I could see her savor the bitter warmth as the liquid passed over her lips. She swished the fluid around in her mouth, before swallowing with relish. Then she winked at me. "I was dressed a little differently," she said.
"Oh?" I said, waiting for her to continue.
Demurely looking down, she toyed with the coffee stirrer. The woman's hand ran along the top of her thigh, smoothing this soft fabric of her skirt. Then she looked up and said, her eyes twinkling in the moment, "The Glass Slipper. You might remember me as Alexia."
Suddenly I was transported.
***** Two and a half years ago. I was sitting on a worn and ratty love seat in a small back room. It was curtained off of a hallway by several strings of shimmering, plastic beads. AC/DC's "Shook me all Night Long" revved and pulsed over a slightly muffled sound system. I could feel my heart throb along to Angus Young's driving guitar. My pulse quickened with anticipation. It wouldn't be long now. She just needed to let the bouncer know that we were having a private dance in the champagne room – and then heaven.
While lap dances were nothing new to me, I had never been to the back room before. I was feverish with anticipation. What was going to happen? Why was this room more costly and thus more special? Yeah, I had heard Chris Rock's admonishment about the lack of sex in strip club Champagne rooms. I was probably just another sucker; but a guy could hope couldn't he?
There was just enough light to see. The room was lit from the floor by a purple bulb. The center of the room, the place directly in front of the couch, was clear and visible, but everything else was cast in a mysterious shadow.
I waited palms down on the couch. I wanted to get used the feel of my hands on the fabric because I knew that once the main event started they couldn't be moved. Touching was strictly forbidden.
The beads parted and she stepped into the dim, purple light. Stranding about 5'4," hands on her cocked hips and her chest thrust outward, Alexia was a woman of darkness and mystery. She held the pose, as the beads fell back into position with a soft tinkle. Staring at me, face so seductively serious, she murmured one word: "Ready?"
"Yes," I said with a gulp.
Alexia nodded, and took a step forward. She hooked her fingers under the straps of her baby doll dress. With a flourish, she pushed the thin cords over her slender shoulders. The sheer lingerie fell in a silky whisper to her ankles.
Alexia stepped over the irrelevant and discarded nightie. Now the dancer was gloriously naked, except for T-back panties, and standing directly in front of me. Alexia's stomach was a taut drum with a gold, belly button piercing. Her legs, while not exceptionally long, were well sculpted by plenty of work on a metal pole – the lean, muscular legs of a dancer.
My eyes immediately landed on her chest; Alexia's tits were incredible. My mouth watered as I thought about taking that soft flesh into my mouth. I could practically feel her breasts in my hands, as I clenched the fabric of the couch between my fingers. She was like an Amazonian Goddess demanding worship. I wanted to pray at that pagan alter all night long.
Those feminine mounds stood high and proud, unfettered by clothing. The thick, crinkly nipples were already at full attention.
Cupping her breasts, Alexia asked me the obvious, "Would you like to put baby oil all over my tits? They'd be all shiny, and slick, and slippery. Messy too. They'd be perfect for a sloppy titty fuck." She pushed her flesh together, making an overflowing crevice. Alexia leaned down and gave the cleft a lick, before continuing, "You could put your cock right in there. Yeah just like that. If you fucked them really hard you might accidentally pop your cock right into my mouth. Suddenly, then I'd have to give you a blow job. I'd have no other choice. Would you like to fuck my perky-ass tits? They'd feel so good around your dick, wouldn't they?"
