You are handsomer than your average guy and well mannered

[glimmerinyoureye]

As I stood at the check out I pulled my wallet from my purse to pay for my new book. I was attempting to dislodge my credit card and my insurance card fell to the floor and business card which has my photo onto the counter. when I heard "Nice Pic". It was then I saw my business card and insurance card. Instinctively I said "thank you". I began to reach for my insurance card first as I have a thousand business cards but only one insurance card. That is when I looked up to see whom I had received the compliment from. There you stood far handsomer than the average man with a friendly smile, not perfect but warm and inviting. I could tell your eye was drawn to a bit of lace exposed from your vantage point while I was knelt collecting my fallen card, but you quickly redirected your gaze to my eyes. I put my insurance card away but I must say I strangely enjoyed being under your gaze and much like myself you definitely had a glimmer in your eye as well. A brief yet strong connection. What the heck on an impulse I decided to leave my business card there with a wink and smile. I wondered if you would pick it up and call or text.... or perhaps you'll message me here

 

[glimmerinyoureye]

Why did I leave my card? she questioned herself, what would she do if he did contact her? She was only going to be here a short time hence why she was buying a book to begin with something to occupy her time while she was in this town. Her thoughts lingered on his manly stance, handsome face and kind eyes. What if he called what would she do, invite him to give her a quick hard dicking? some cuddle time and heavy petting? that was not her at least never before. She would want to know him but how. Meanwhile here she sat at a cafe eating alone caught in her own wanting, craving real affection not just to be desired sexually but a mutual paying attention, closeness and more. I do hope he makes contact but would he understand? She would get to know him as best she could and if she liked him she would make him understand. Do call, Do call she muttered anticipation arising.

 

[tedsbeds]

Why did I leave my card? she questioned herself, what would she do if he did contact her? She was only going to be here a short time hence why she was buying a book to begin with something to occupy her time while she was in this town. Her thoughts lingered on his manly stance, handsome face and kind eyes. What if he called what would she do, invite him to give her a quick hard dicking? some cuddle time and heavy petting? that was not her at least never before. She would want to know him but how. Meanwhile here she sat at a cafe eating alone caught in her own wanting, craving real affection not just to be desired sexually but a mutual paying attention, closeness and more. I do hope he makes contact but would he understand? She would get to know him as best she could and if she liked him she would make him understand. Do call, Do call she muttered anticipation arising.

I had picked up the card. Did she mean to leave it? Did she want me to call? Did she really think I would be that easy, interested?
She was right on all counts I guess. I was newly single, but not really looking, burnt out by the craziness of my ex, not really wanting to deal with some one else's drama. But she was attractive, friendly and I liked the book she had picked out.
Not much to do this evening so I took the card out of my pocket and looked it over. Nice stock, fancy but professional lettering and her number, or should I say numbers for there was office, cell, fax, and email address, almost as if she was making the point,"Please contact me."
I sat in my apartment overlooking the street as I dialed the number. The phone rang and a woman answered "Hello?"
"Hello, you dropped your card, actually all yours cards."
There was a long pause and I wasn't sure she was still there
"Yes, yes I did!"...