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- encuntr1.sty
- The Encounter
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- Part 1
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- The ways of love are many, or so they say. And I have been very attracted to
- many men. Some I have known, in the Biblical sense, others only glimpsed from
- a distance. Why can a stranger seen only briefly start the electricity flowing
- through my body? Why can the thought of new hands touching my breasts make
- them so excited? What activates the hormones, when I observe a man walking
- toward me with obviously large equipment?
-
- And why did I see you and know immediately that we would become lovers?
- Walking around at lunchtime, looking for a new dress to ease my depression I
- bumped into you, literally. I was looking in the shop window and you were
- reaching into your suit pocket when it happened. I almost stumble and you
- reach to steady me, brushing my breast with your open hand.
-
- The immediate reaction in my breast must have been noticeable to you too,
- through the silk blouse. It was more than a desire to know you, it was instant
- knowledge that we were destined to have a place and time together. You smile
- and take my hand, asking if I am ok. I smile back, a slightly embarrassed
- smile. Not so much for my clumsiness as for the thoughts running through my
- head.
-
- It is said the best measure of a man's cock is his hands and fingers. Your's
- are strong and long and wide. This too intrigues me. I was thoroughly loved
- just last night and do not understand the sudden stirring I am experiencing.
- You lean down and look into my blue eyes asking again if I am all right. I
- didn't realize I had not yet answered your previous inquiry. Yes, I nod. And
- unconsciously squeeze your hand tighter.
-
- Only now do I notice my purse had fallen and spilled on the sidewalk. You
- release my hand and begin to pick up the lipstick, keys, wallet, loose change
- and other sundries. As you pick up the open business card case I notice you
- study the name and number carefully. You comment that we work in the same
- building and perhaps we could have lunch sometime. My heart pounds and I
- almost ask if now is too soon.
-
- Handing me my purse you also press your hand in mine again. I ask your name
- and apologize for running into you. (Why do we always lie in these situations?)
- You tell me it was your fault and take a card from your pocket, handing it to
- me also. I notice your name, Trevor Martinsen, III. Business consultant. Not
- knowing what to do or say next I'm relieved when you ask if you may call me.
- Taking my own card and quickly writing my home phone number on the front I
- answer yes, please do.
-
- There seems no graceful thing left to do but thank you and to walk off. You
- smile again, a great warming smile and wink at me. Promising to call me soon
- you walk off. I move very slowly from the spot hoping you will in fact call,
- very soon. Shopping is no longer important. I think I found what I was
- looking for........
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