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By (user no longer on site) OP 1 week ago
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I took the suggestion of her eyes seriously, rose, welcomed her with a smile, and led her to the back of the bar to a small single table where we seated ourselves. She looking back towards the bar, me with my back to everyone.
There was a small glass bottle with a fresh flower on the table and I brought a bottle of white wine from the bar to complete the scene.
We sat smiling - but in a sort of stunned silence. This was different.
The conversation, when it came, was a little stop start to begin with, she had closed up it seemed and she even said she nearly hadn't come. She surprised herself by doing do, having spent the large part of the day composing a message telling me this was impossible and wrong. But it was never sent.
I became cautious at this, realising how fragile our bond might be.
Her long hair was failing over her shoulders and over the thin straps of her top, which itself was falling over her small, near completely hidden breasts, her nipples, I speculated, nestling warmly under those thick curls.
We drank the wine. Then more. Our nervousness expressed through excess. I was worried she was beginning to get d*unk, I insisted she drink water a while, she scolded me for my paternalism, but she drank the water.
The conversation was on ourselves endlessly, replaying earlier moments, enjoying our different perspectives on the same thing. And yes, she knew the story read at the Xmas party was somehow about her but she barely heard the words as she felt like everyone must know and she had flushed when I was reading. She couldn't look at me she said, in case she was discovered.
The energy and tension between us rose, the small square table with it's sharp edges had become an annoyance.
She began to resist vocally the idea of anything physical between us, it would be impossible, no going back, morally wrong, life destroying. I allowed her to talk. She went on in this style with different formulations for some time, I silently satisfied at her focus on my touch as having such potential power.
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