Lauren sighed expansively.
It was Wednesday afternoon. She had snuck out to the Day Spa - a quick little massage would mark the highlight of her week. A small indulgence and a chance to forget about the stressors of work and home, pressing deadlines and maintaining a marriage.
But instead of reveling in the feeling of strong hands running over her tight little body, she was stuck idling in the waiting room. Tapping her foot. Her phone had died, there were no magazines. She was literally dying of boredom.
Apparently the spa staff was having an emergency staff meeting. The receptionist, a lovely little dark haired woman, had gone so far as to lock the front door before disappearing into the back - assuring Lauren and the other waiting patron that it shouldn't be long - just a small delay.
The other patron.
Lauren allowed her eyes to drift over him just once more.
She had noticed him here before. But, then again, who wouldn't notice him. Chiseled jaw, fit, broad shoulders, striking eyes. Tall, dark, and handsome - as the saying goes. Cliche, sure, but it suited him. Lauren didn't know his name, nor anything else about him, of course, other than that he frequented a day spa during the middle of the work week.
The young woman averted her gaze a moment before it turned into a leer, and squirmed deeper into the generous padding of the lounge chair. It was comfy, and that was something, at least.
As a married woman, she really shouldn't be staring at strange men, anyway. But then again, noticing a handsome man wasn't so big of a transgression. Her husband occasionally noticed beautiful women, didn't he? And it wasn't like she was drooling over the other man - not enough to make him uncomfortable. A victimless crime, and a small one at that.
Lauren saw a movement out of the corner of her eye, but she resisted the urge to glance back towards him.
She didn't want to think about work. She didn't want to think about her home life. She was so busy, she wanted to relax. She cast about for something relaxing - something fun to dwell on.
And she kept coming back to the stranger in the corner. She didn't want to think about what he might smell like. But she did think about it. She didn't want to think about what he might feel like. But she did think about it. She tried to think about the novel she was reading, but it was full of tall, dark, handsome men and what they like to do with beautiful women. Lauren wasn't about to sit here and fantasize about sex with tall, dark, handsome men.
She let herself look him over again. He looked so lean and so hard. This time he caught her staring. His piercing eyes met hers, just for a moment. Lauren smiled, then looked away, embarrassed - a little fluttery. She felt her cheeks grow hot and hoped that it wasn't too obvious.
Finally, she gave in. If she had to choose between being bored or fantasizing about sex - why not fantasize? Still victimless, and barely a crime at all. Lots of people have sex fantasies about handsome strangers in the waiting room of the spa.
She wriggled her hips, just the barest movement, as she cuddled even deeper into the expansive lounge chair and let her eyes drift shut.
She imagined catching his eyes again. She imagined biting her lip. She imagined glacing pointedly at the man's lap. In her mind's eye she saw the stranger's eyes go a little wide. She saw him shift in his chair, and adjust his pants.
She smiled, for real, just to herself. It was a fun thought - to see if she could seduce this man. From total stranger to satisfied lover in a mere handful of minutes.
Lauren couldn't help but bet she could do it. She was, even if she was being modest, smoking hot. And she knew her way around a seduction. Back in her pre-married days she had been quite good at tripping men into bed with her.
Of course, this was entering dangerous territory. She WAS married, after all. And happily married, too. Lauren glanced around the room. There wasn't even a clock. How long had they been left waiting? How much longer would they be left waiting?
Lauren tried to resist, but she stole one very last glance at the man. He was, to her surprise, already looking at her. Their eyes met, again.
Lauren bit her lip.
Her heart stopped. She hadn't intended to do it. It just happened. She glanced down and her face went hot again. She was sure that she was blushing prettily, this time. She glanced nervously back up.
The man's face quirked into a smile. Those beautiful eyes narrowed, just a hair.
Lauren smiled back, and shrugged her shoulders. He gave a half shrug back. Neither broke the gaze.
Unbidden, Lauren's little fantasy came rushing to the front of her mind. She should have thought of her husband, but she was bad. She thought about this stranger's cock instead.
And then she ran her tongue over her lip.
Oh. Shit. She definitely hadn't meant to do that. What on Earth was wrong with her?
The man's smile broadened into a grin. And he did shift in his chair. And he did adjust his pants. Lauren looked down at his lap and saw an impressive tenting.
A stranger to a lover, in a handful of minutes... A mouthful of minutes.
It was a terrible thought to have, but Lauren was feeling a little mischievous - a little naughty. No harm in a little flirting. It wasn't like she was actually ever going to touch the man.
Lauren smiled again, bigger this time - her hand drifted up to her mouth. Her lips parted, just a hair. She felt her traitorous tongue dart out and tease the first knuckle of her index finger. She felt her lips drift over her skin.
But of course, Lauren didn't want to kiss her own skin. She didn't want to tease something as dainty as her own finger. She felt her other hand reaching up towards the top button of her blouse...
The man across from her glanced towards the door leading into the parlor - checking to see if anyone was coming, and then slouched down in his chair, just a bit. Offering easier access to his pants.
Lauren understood the invitation. She wondered if she really could do it - get a total stranger off.
