Shes flirting with me. I kept thinking as we sat in the booth drinking beers and talking. After chatting over coffee for two hours, we were both hungry so we decided to head over to a bar for drinks and appetizers. We sat across from one another in the booth. As we talked and ate and drank, I kept staring at her, trying to make a mental impression of her face in my mind. I couldnt believe how interesting she was, smart, funny, and just sweet.

As our conversations deepened and the beers kept coming, I would flirt with her. Our chemistry was amazing, and our conversations were laced with underlying innuendo. We were talking about her ex-girlfriend when I finally made my move.

I saw her, across the street in a caf, kissing this girl, Taylor looked down. I could tell she was sad.

What a *****. I said as I placed my hand on top of hers, Id never do that. Taylor looked up, meeting my gaze. A shiver went down my spine as her beautiful eyes bored into me. She smiled.

Youre flirting with me.

Me? No. I said coyly as let my thumb stroke her hand. She laughed it off and changed the subject but didnt pull her hand away from under mine. She began talking about the book she was writing. I had to figure out a way to seduce her, and fast. I dont think I could wait much longer without her kiss. So, as she talked, I ran my foot up her leg, slowly, seductively.

Is that your foot? she asked after a while.

Yeah, I said, still stroking her hand. You want to dance?

She smiled, I thought youd never ask. She took my hand and led me out to the crowded dance floor. We grinded to the music for about an hour, until we were both out of breath and in need of a break. I put my hand on the small of her back and led her outside.

My god that was fun! she yelled as we both took in deep breaths of the cool night air.

I havent danced like that ever, I laughed as I approached her. I put my hand around her waist and pulled her to me. Thank you, I whispered in her ear before I began trailing kisses down her neck. She took my chin and raised my face to hers. We kissed, at first simple and sweet, but I wanted more. I opened her mouth with mine and stuck my tongue in. She returned my excursion with her tongue as she backed me up against the wall of the bar. Her hands were plastered against the wall, one on either side of my head as my hands trailed up her back. A middle aged couple walked out of the bar as I was sliding my hands into Taylors pants. The man cleared his throat and Taylor and I stopped kissing. The couple walked pasted us, a disgusted look on their faces. We burst out laughing as soon as the couple got out of hearing range.