Anne Taylor was a lovely brunette with soft brown eyes and flawless skin. She wasn’t unhappy, but neither did she feel satisfied in her marriage. Currently, she sat across the table from her husband, Richard, at a local restaurant, smiling and nodding as he babbled on about work. She did her best to focus on the conversation, but her attention was drawn elsewhere. A woman sitting with a companion at the table behind Richard looked brazenly at Anne. She was a redhead with big blue eyes and a gorgeous figure. She exuded sexuality and continued to stare at Anne, making her uncomfortably aroused.
Anne turned her attention back to Richard just in time to pretend she’d heard every word he’d said and agreed with him, which seemed to please him immensely.
The waitress came and took their orders before moving to the table where the redhead and her companion sat to take their orders as well. It allowed Anne to study the woman for a moment without her noticing.
Her makeup was subtle and tastefully applied. She'd made no effort to cover up the freckles scattered across her cheeks, but that suited her. The diamond studs in her ears were significant but not ostentatious. Her hair fell about her shoulders in loose waves, lovely without being over-styled. Everything about her screamed confidence without arrogance.
Before she could look away, the woman made eye contact and smiled. It took Anne’s breath away.
Feeling a little flustered, she looked away and tried desperately to concentrate on what Richard was droning on about. When did he become so dull? And how long had she been less than enthused about their relationship? It had been ages since her husband looked at her like this stranger did. For the first time in ages, she felt… what did she feel?
Noticed. Richard was so busy yammering on about himself, his work, his new boss, who was a woman (he’d never had a woman boss before), and his blah blah blah that he didn’t even realize that she wasn’t the least bit interested in what he was saying. Nor did he seem to recognize her indifference. He was utterly unaware of her apathy as long as she smiled and nodded in all the right places. He truly was obtuse!
Anne permitted herself another glance in the woman’s direction, making unexpected eye contact. The redhead looked like she’d like to devour Anne in big, greedy bites. And, oh, how arousing that was!
She felt herself go damp and bit her bottom lip. Richard didn’t notice anything, but the woman did. She raised an eyebrow, set her napkin on the table, and headed toward the restroom. Anne patted Richard’s hand and excused herself as well.
Trepidation coursed through her veins as she walked to the Ladies’ Room. She opened the door, startled when the redhead pulled her into the handicapped-accessible stall and locked them inside.
She waited a moment to gauge whether Anne would protest. When Anne said nothing, she took her into her arms and kissed her full on the lips with unbridled passion.
Anne felt herself melt into the woman as hands roamed everywhere, touching her most intimate places. Soft moans escaped Anne’s lips as the woman’s fingers found their way under her skirt to find no panties to block her way.
The redhead inserted one finger and then another into Anne’s wet heat. The feeling was so exquisite that Anne’s eyes fluttered, and her pulse quickened.
They kissed again while the redhead continued moving her fingers in and out of Anne. Anne’s body instinctively responded by grinding against the stranger’s hand, meeting her every thrust.
Magical fingers touched places inside her that she hadn't known existed. Who knew a woman’s touch could be so incredibly erotic?
Soon, she was panting and bucking against the hand foreign to her only moments ago. Her back arched, her hips jutted forward, and the intense orgasm ripped through her body like shock waves.
The redhead removed her drenched hand and licked the sweet nectar from all but one finger—that one she offered to Anne, who tasted herself for the first time.
Saying nothing, the voluptuous woman with the copper locks smiled at Anne and handed her a business card from her pocket. She turned away, unlocked the stall, and exited the bathroom.
Anne stood there stunned momentarily, trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. She looked down at the business card and was flabbergasted to see the name of her husband’s new boss on the front and a handwritten note on the back.
You are so fucking sexy. Call me if you want someone to touch you the way you need to be touched.
Anne raced out of the restroom, disappointed that Richard’s boss and her companion had already left. She tucked the card in her pocket and sat back across from Richard. He smiled and started chattering about the latest sports news.
Anne fondled the card in her pocket while her husband explained why some NBA player trade was vitally important. A tingle spread through her entire body. The redhead knew how she needed to be touched; it was divine!
Oh yes, she would call; she was sure of that.
It would be worth the risk.
