“Hey
there handsome,” the woman said, punctuating her sentence with a
wink. Her thin figure was wrapped in a sleek black dress that
shimmered even under the darkened skies.
“Hey,”
Buck said. “I think you must have me confused for someone else.”
“Oh?”
said the woman, taking a step closer to Buck. She looked him up and
down. “I think you're exactly who I'm looking for.”
Buck
took a half step backwards and scanned the crowd for Shirley Sue. “I
think you might have the wrong idea.”
“What
idea is that? I just want to talk,” she said, her voice a higher
pitch than before. She took another step forward and stuck out a
hand. “Maybe we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Aura.”
“I'm
Buck,” he heard himself say as he reflexively reached out and
grasped Aura's porcelain toned hand. He was surprised at how soft
her skin felt. A tingle propagated through his body as he shook her
hand, like the feeling he got when Shirley Sue ran her fingernails
along his scalp. His eyes locked with Aura's and he felt a wave of
relaxation wash through his body. After a moment, he realized that
he was still shaking her hand and he pulled away from her.
“It
was nice to meet you Aura, but I really have to get going. I'm here
with my girlfriend.”
“Aw,
what's the hurry? I don't see her anywhere. Maybe she's forgotten
about you,” the woman said playfully, wrapping a lock of hair
around her finger. “Besides, I'm sure she wouldn't mind if we just
talked for a moment would she?” She bit down gently on her lip,
her eyes pleading with Buck.
A gust
of wind rattled down the road and tugged at his umbrella. He heard a
tearing noise and saw a hole form in Aura's black umbrella.
“Oops,”
she said, “Looks I've sprung a leak and I'm getting all wet. Could
you help me? It looks like your umbrella is big enough to keep both
of us... content.”
Before
Buck had a chance to answer, the woman ducked under his umbrella.
Gentle tones of vanilla and almond wafted to his nose. Her silken
dress brushed up against his hand as her body pressed up against his.
He felt an animalistic urge to grab a hold of her, to smell her, and
explore every inch of her body with soft kisses and ferocious bites.
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