And I almost got myself into trouble. I’d never been one for public sex but I almost stuck my tongue out in an automatic response to the sight of her hardening nipples as she bent over to kiss my cheek. After all of the teasing I’d endured from her, I suddenly just wanted a taste. Logic had flown out of the window. My utter lack of experience wasn’t even a factor. Okay, alright, I’d never suckled on another woman’s nipples, that’s true, but I knew what I liked so I must have half a clue – and I was suddenly aching to discover what Aerin liked.

Now, as she walked back and forth on the sidewalk, staying close by, she was smiling at me like she didn’t know I was steadily losing my mind imagining things I wanted to do with her, wondering what it would be like to have her underneath me, grinding against each other, rubbing our whole bodies on each other, moving our mouths over every possible body part that a mouth, a tongue, could reach ….

She blew me a kiss. Sunlight was bathing her creamy porcelain-smooth bare shoulders, picking up the shimmy of the luxe-looking silk maxi she wore in that unusual sunset color I hadn’t seen yet in LA. The maxi skimmed over her lines perfectly, and had a leanness that took advantage of all her assets – her super-sexy body, those long, slim legs, and, there was no other word for it, the mouth-watering breasts I struggled to look away from whenever they swung in front of me. The dress narrowed below her knees, and then widened just before skirting above her ankles, which allowed her to walk around easily.

Again, she was on point for where she was today, evident even to passers-by of this hipper-than-thou café in West Hollywood. I’d lost count of how many had whipped around to get another look at her ass after they’d walked past her.   I think there were cars that actually slowed down as they drove past her before reluctantly moving on.

I licked my lips as I watched her over the rim of my coffee cup. In her jeans yesterday, she’d been “bad-girl” sexy, and while she’d danced in front of me, I thought she’d even become smoldering.