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"Why is that?" I smirked.
"You should buy me a drink first," he said.
"Ah," I held back the urge to laugh as I leaned back in my chair.
Where are we hitting on each other? Probably my imagination. Something like this didn't happen often. After I lost everything, I tried. But it always seemed like there was kind of a spell placed on me to ward off good looking men.
I'm not a sex addict or anything, but there were moments when I would miss my ex's touch, and I had to settle with my fingers, taking matters into my own hands or consensual humping my pillow until I soaked it. So having a man who didn't mind the thoughts I was having was a gift. And to think I nearly didn't attend the conference.
"Isn't it your turn?" I asked.
I wore a navy-blue dress that revealed a little of my thighs. I sat at the end of the row of chairs, so there was no one watching my side. As for his side, a man had somehow miraculously fallen asleep. We were in a situation where no one bothered us.
"To stare?" he responded as he started to stare at my face.
"Come on, you don't have to be so respectful; you can look at other parts," I teased.
"No it's just…. Your face is so beautiful, and you and I have similar eyes," he remarked as he reached for my face, stopping halfway. "May I?"
I didn't say anything but leaned toward his hand. As my face made contact with the warmth of his palm, I couldn't pull away. I didn't want him to pull away, either. When was the last time anyone told me I had a beautiful face?
Maybe, he was one of those men who pretended to be interested in only one…his fingers started to move on my face. His thumb gently played with the corner of my lips. I didn't have lipstick on, just some gloss. Well, even if he was like those men, I didn't mind it the way I would if it was the rest of them.
He let go of my face, and I almost voiced my protest. He was still staring at me; and judging by the smirk on his face, he had noticed my attempt to protest.
"You're quite interesting," he said.
"You flatter me," I said as I looked away and focused on the stage.
"Are you married? Or in any relationships?" he asked.
"No," I replied without looking at him. "What about you?"
"Same boat…" He sounded like he wanted to add something but decided to leave it unsaid.
"Were you asking because you didn't want an affair?" I asked.
"I'm just being cautious," he replied.
"Cautious? I doubt you even see me sexually," I sighed, "focusing only on my face."
"Do you want me to look at you?" he asked.
I turned to face him; the tired look in his eyes had disappeared. There was this intensity left in them that is hard to describe.
"Go ahead," I said.
Just like an unspoken rule was being followed, I looked away. I had created a new kink with a stranger I had just met and would probably never see again. He stared at my neck and quickly settled on my breasts. I felt his gaze stay there longer than I'd expect.
A boobs man, huh?
I took in a deep breath to push out my chest properly. I wanted to show off, but his gaze started to make me feel hot. He lowered his gaze down to my thighs. I didn't mind it until I found myself spreading them slightly open. I honestly don't know why I was doing it. All I know is that I was.
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, and he seemed interested in what I was doing. I closed my legs and he looked ahead. I was out of breath.
"That was nice," he said, "I correct my earlier statement about your face being beautiful… it's your entire body that's beautiful."
"I was expecting you to say sexy," I said.
