An almost true depiction of a meeting between a man and a woman, using the premise of the movie "Sliding Doors". What would have happened if ..... The point of change at the "coffee". What really took place was something completely innocent. Hope you enjoy.
Our Sliding Door Meeting.
The nerves had subsides somewhat 2 hours into our "date", yet each time I looked into your eyes, it was like our souls connected and all I could think of was kissing your lips. At some points it was difficult to concentrate on exactly what you were saying. But I was captivated.
Your suggestion of going back to your place sent a shiver up my spine. Oh my God, could we, would we and even SHOULD we. Hey who was I kidding! This gorgeous, vivacious woman sitting in front of me made me so comfortable, I would have done anything for her.
As we crossed the street and walk towards your home. I wonder, should I hold your hand and offer to take a bag from your retail therapy trip, but you insisted you were ok with carrying them. We walked the short distance to your home and still the banter flows easily, as if we had done this a hundred times.
We go inside and you lead me to your laptop and as promised I show you the interesting websites I had told you about during our frank conversations online and on the phone.
First I show you the Erotic Literature site "Literotica.com" and show you the stories I had written. Sitting there so close to a beautiful woman had my stomach churning and my penis tingling, almost begging inside my head to be stroked or toyed with in any way. I look at you as you read, your eyes transfixed to the screen as you learn more about my former sex life than most ever will.
I am hoping it has aroused you as much as I and I look at you and say simply,
"God I want to kiss you"
You smile at me and I can see in your eyes that you would like nothing better than to do the same. You say, "How about a coffee instead?"
"No, I would definitely prefer to kiss you" I say and we laugh. Our eyes lock and as if by some universal force beyond our comprehension, our lips are drawn together and as they touch for the first time we connect on a level we thought wasn't possible after such a short time.
Kissing your lips was like kissing a soft silk pillow and I feel myself being consumed with passion and warmth as our kiss takes on a more urgent desire. We break our kiss and look into each other's eyes.
"We probably shouldn't do this should we?" You ask me in a whisper
"Probably not" I reply, "Do you want to stop?"