He watches me for a moment, then pulls the basket to him and takes the last two cookies."There was a very dramatic dance move in that 5 minutes."
I laugh."Now, that was an unforgettable performance."
"Yes, parts of it certainly were."He plops both cookies in his mouth.
I talk with my hands."Let me guess.It was the impressive way I managed not to bust my ass?"
He laughs and shakes his head."No, actually, it was the way you flipped your hair, dropped your ass, and … the way certain parts bounced that stuck with me."He stares at my tits."Pretty amazing move."He looks into my face and smiles."You are unforgettable."
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Aurei
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Damn, this woman does it for me.She is so stunningly beautiful and sassy too.Her teasing eyes flirt as she spins her glass around, reminding me of how hot her licking the white milk off it was and how my cock wants her licking my cum off her lips.
"Mmmhmm."She glances down at her glass.
"So, what are you doing this weekend?"
"Nothing.Why?"Her face tilts up, and her eyes dance, and everything inside me feels alive when she looks at me that way.
"I was hoping we could share the wine one day."
"That would be nice.I would like that."The mischievous look in her eyes intensifies the feelings inside as she bats her eyelashes.
"Listen, I hate to, but I have to go."
She smiles, satisfied she's teased me enough for one day, and her reaction makes my voice firmer than I intend."Finish your milk."
She grins and obediently picks the glass up to drain it, but she decides to make a toast first.She lifts it and waits for me to raise mine."Here's to … Moore."
Sweet!I smile at her as I clink her glass with mine."Here's to … Wright."
Her eyes twinkle into mine as we finish off the milk.As soon as she sets her glass down, I scoop it up and quickly wash it.Then I take the empty basket and head with her to the door.
As we walk down to the elevator, I ask, wanting to see if she will be honest with me."So, where's the 'no' you are from?"
She tips her head confused, so I clarify."Where does the complicated dancer live?"
"Oh," she smiles, then looks down, thinking."Vegas."She answers truthfully, cutting her eyes to catch my reaction.
"Awesome.Vegas is one of my favorite places in the world."I assure her.
"I don't usually tell folks from here that.Not because I am ashamed, because I'm not.I love my life.But because they can't handle it.You know, Sin City.To them, Vegas is the capital of Hell."She shakes her head, then looks me in the eyes.
Her look is so open, honest, and direct.She touches something deep inside me.
"It is really rather sad to me.I pity them as much as they pray for me.I'm the one who doesn't judge others.I'm the one who actually loves everyone, no matter who they are or where they come from.I'm the one who values honesty above lies.But in their eyes, I'm the one going straight to Hell."
Her answer stuns me, and I half turn to look at this unique person walking beside me.Before I think about it, I share my thoughts with her."You are an interesting find."
She smirks and half turns to me too."Now, how sad is that?Honesty is interesting.No, even worse, honesty is a find?"She bumps into me playfully as we walk, and the intimate playfulness jars that deep spot inside me again.
She's so real.She doesn't wrap herself in fake pretenses.The urge to pin her against the wall and kiss her until she wants me as much as I want her enters my mind for a fleeting moment, but then it flees in the face of my guilty conscience.She thinks she's as big a stranger to me as I am to her.
