Deep inside recaps

NIGHTCAP 1 -WANTON

Amanda

Nearly three weeks had gone by since I relayed to Chris that I was willing to give it a try.

Three weeks of fantasizing; fingering myself into explosive orgasms with thoughts of another woman doing to me, what naturally, was a man's job.

I was every bit of nervous. Anxiety could not describe the jittery' sensations I was experiencing. I tried going through the motions in my mind as to how the event would possibly' turn out, but it just did not go smooth sailing in my imagination.

We were at the Musso and Frank Grill—a local bar/restaurant located on Hollywood Boulevard in California. Sitting at a table close enough to the entrance, Chris and I were able to view everyone corning and going. Per rules we had established, I was to choose whom we would select as the "lucky" partner. I had yet to see anyone of interest.

Though the evening was still young. I was about ready to call it quits and retire. But then, she caught my eye. Maybe it was the aqua color of her dress that radiated with demanding attention—or maybe, the way she waltzed her way into the joint as if she owned the damn city-

that made me look up in time io make eye contact.

She squinted her eyes into sexy slits and held my gaze for a few seconds too long. From where I was seated, I could make-out the slap of her perfect sculpted lips that were touched to match her long and silky dress. Her skin color was that of honey-gold, like she ascended from an exotic island of some sort. The long, thick lashes on her eyes flickered captivatingly. A small mole on her right cheekbone accentuated mass sex appeal. It's as though she was sketched, drawn, and painted into this fine masterpiece of art.

The final straw that convinced me she was the one was when she did that womanly thing with her head, then tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. She did it with so much allure that it made my braless nipples hard and everything below the waist-level clench.

With my eyes glued to her long, auburn-hair that flowed as gracefully as did her long dress when she whisked off towards the bar, I whispered to Chris, "Her right there."

Chris was in the middle of taking a sip from his wine glass, and when his eyes landed on her, he choked on his drink, erupting into a coughing fit.

"God!" he breathed out, then smiled. "She's...beautiful."

Instantly, I felt a tinge of jealousy creeping along, but quickly my insecurities aside.

We sat there for a moment just watching her every move. She kept looking at her watch and at the front entrance every so often; apparently waiting on a date. Occasionally, she glanced my way, but didn't hold eye-contact for as long as she had when she'd first arrived.

"Well...should I approach her?" Chris finally asked.

I looked over at him with slanted eyes. My stern stare made him throw his hands up in surrender.

"You're show," he said, then allowed me to return to considering the best possible approach.

As a waiter strolled by, I got his attention and ordered her a shot-vodka on the rocks. Her drink didn't take long to be delivered. I watched as the waiter spoke to her then pointed in my direction.

She smiled, held her glass to the hair, and mouthed, "Thank you!"

I returned the expression of gratitude, and then left the ball in her court. Either she would come over and make a formal introduction, or stay with that fairly shaped butt stuck to that stool waiting on Mr. No-Show to continue standing her up.