The Legend of Kyle

She had gone out wanting nothing more than a quiet drink and a moment in public. It was a restaurant she had never been to before. With what her life had become, a change of scenery was welcome. There was the extra incentive to do this away from the places close to home. One did not meet a total stranger near where they lived. She asked for a table in the bar area and was told by the female she thought of as a child, to basically pick one. The woman, old enough to have children and foolish enough to have trusted a man enough to marry him, made her way to the bar and ordered and iced tea. The man had seemed kind enough for her to at least consider meeting him here. She had wanted something stronger, something to make her forget how silly this really was, but she had driven here. She was an adult, and therefore taking even one drink of strong spirits meant she really could not drive. She turned to make her way back to an open table and sat there sipping her tea and wondering what life would deal for her next.

She had managed to get herself lost in thought while she was waiting, sipping tea completely unaware she was doing so, recalling the clothes he said he’d have on and his picture with the sweet dark brown eyes, at least until some bumped her elbow as she was taking a drink and spilled the last third of the tea on her dress. She swung her head sharply in the direction of the bumper, intending to cut whoever it was to pieces with her glare. She had something sharp to say to the person until her soft blue eyes met his green ones. She felt a click in her head and her saucy remark just vanished. The man with the green eyes smiled and said a quiet, “Please forgive me.” She nodded absently. Her mind felt sluggish until he turned and made for the bar. She got up to go clean up in the ladies room feeling still a bit on autopilot, as if she might be in a dream.

In the ladies room she looks over her longish skirt. It was not too wet from the drink and maybe a few drops had gotten on her blouse. Luckily the bathroom had one of those blowing hand dryers, which she used to dry her skirt off. Once her skirt was dry, she reached under and slid off her panties and tucked them into her purse. She looked in the mirror and looked over herself. She blinked at her reflection and wondered why, in the name of all that was sane; were her panties were stuffed in her purse and even more why the crotch was wet. She washed her hands and dried them and left the ladies room as another woman came in. They passed an informal greeting of smiles and she made her way back to her table. 

Her tea had been refilled and she needed it. She was feeling as if the cooling in this place might be failing. She looked around to see if Norm had arrived. She looked over those gathered around the bar, but her scan stopped. She was looking into those green eyes again. She felt her pulse race and what seemed like a flood between her legs. He raised a stein of beer to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.  How dare he stare at her like this! She did not notice that in her mind the rest of the restaurant seemed to just vanish. Everything but his eyes ceased to exist to her. Spread your legs, his eyes told her. What a perfectly insane thing to consider, she thought as her knees parted. Don’t let them hear you moan, his eyes told her. Why would I moan, she fumed in her mind just before she felt the lips of her very wet sex spread apart. She saw only his green eyes, but she could feel the muscles in her sex curve around something, something thick and hard