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Author: Susan Cantor
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just thinking how wonderful this place is, and this entire city is abuzz with activity, and I can't wait to experience all that it has to offer.” I thought about telling him about my suspicion that we were being watched, but that would only dampen the wonderful evening that we had just started out on.
     
“It would be my pleasure to be your guide, but unfortunately it would be like the blind leading the blind. I'm not exactly a jet setter, and I rarely escape the confines of my classroom. Even my vacations are spent reading a good book, or starting my memoirs that seem to be taking forever. One of these days, I am going to finally sit down and finish them, and maybe you will have a small significant section that is worth mentioning. I won't say your name, but I think that when you read it, you will instinctively know that it was about you.”
     
“You don't have to do that.”
     
“I know I don't have to do that, but I want to. Even though we have just met, I feel that you are an integral part of my life, and I want to immortalize you in words.” He was showing that he cared for me, and was willing to do what it took to make this work. Every time that we turned a corner, I could swear that that same man was keeping in step, but I only had my sixth sense to go by. If I could just catch him dogging my heels, then I could confront him and tell him in no uncertain terms how I felt about being followed. “Selena, I want to make this evening special, then we will see if you can keep your hands off of me at the end of the night.” I wasn't even sure if I wanted to keep my hands off of him.
     
We entered into the restaurant, finding that it wasn't very busy at this time of night, and being escorted to a table near the back of the room. The only light illuminating the whole area was well-positioned candles, giving off a romantic atmosphere. I didn't want to fall for him, but he was making it virtually impossible not to do so. The way that he looked at me, touched me, and made me feel like a real woman, was only making him more desirable by the second.
     
Oh what I wouldn't do to feel his lips against mine again, because ever since he gave me that first kiss, I had this craving to have him kiss me over and over again. He ordered for the both of us, impressing me with his linguistic skills, and wondering what else those lips were good at. This had never happened to me before, and even when I met Frank, it took a lot for him to make me open up to him. In fact, he never even tried to kiss me, and asked permission when he wanted to finally seal the deal with a kiss. At first I found him endearing that he would go to so much trouble to ask me for my consent, but after several years of marriage, I was beginning to see that I was missing out on another aspect of sex that involved a man taking control of the situation.
     
His foot touched my smooth leg, and I noticed that he had taken off his shoe, and was now getting more brazen with each moment that passed. He was causing my skin to tingle, and tiny goosebumps to jump up onto my skin. I could feel the result of his teasing leg below my waist, and soon he was stroking the inside of my thigh with his feet. This man had a way with pleasing me, and he wasn't finding any shame in pursuing a married woman.
     
“You…are… driving me...crazy.”
     
“Good, then I'm doing my job the right way.” The food was served, and seeing that I didn't have any experience in eating sushi, I took my cue from him, and followed everything that he did. It was tasty, but I'm not even sure how much I enjoyed it, as I was too caught up in what he was doing underneath the tablecloth. If he continued this direct route, I was sure that I was going to fall madly into his bed, letting him take my body to new heights of pleasure that had never been reached before. “You don't have to feel guilty, just because you found somebody that could give you what you want. Who said that you couldn't seek out the
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