Day 15 of StoryADay September.
Write a short story about two people meeting up for the first time. They may have emailed, texted, tweeted or whatever, but this is the first time they’ve met face to face.
Malia shifted her eyes away from the wine glass in her hand to the cell phone buzzing on the bar top. A smile grazed her lips as she turned the phone face up to reveal the text message.
I’m here. Sorry I’m late.
Malia turned, surveying the crowd in the lounge between her and the door. He stood near the front desk, dressed in jeans pressed to a crease and a pale blue button-up that strained around his biceps. He looked better in person than in his pictures.
I’m at the bar. Malia texted back. She turned her back to the door, allowing him the opportunity to look her over without her eyes on him. She could feel his eyes glide over his shoulders, down the smooth back of her short black dress. Her smile grew.
She heard his footsteps close, then felt his hand come to rest on her shoulder. She turned into him, kissing him on the cheek. “It’s great to finally meet in person.”
“You look amazing,” he managed to choke out. He coughed to clear his throat, “I think our reservation is ready.”
Malia skimmed a hand down his arm, appreciating the play of muscle beneath his shirt. Her eyes flickered up to his, “I thought maybe we could just skip it?”
A beautiful blush started at the neck of his collar, then crept up his neck and bloomed across his face. The rush of heat released his scent into the air. Malia pulled it in, savoring the aroma. She licked her lips, and swallowed a rush of saliva.
He swallowed in return, then slid his arm around her waist, watching her face closely for approval. “That’d be okay,” he whispered, leaning so his mouth brushed her ear. “If you’re sure.”
Malia nuzzled her nose in the tender hollow behind his ear, then ventured her tongue out for a lick. “I’m very sure,” she breathed out in a sigh that triggered all the small hairs on the side of his neck into a dancing frenzy.
Malia pulled back, then slid her room key out from under her cell phone. “Come with me. I have something I think you should see.” Malia led the way from the bat to the elevator. He jumped to catch up, resting his hand on the small of her back to reconnect.
Malia leaned in the corner of the elevator, breathing deeply to catch his scent over the stale elevator aromas. This one will do nicely, she thought.
In her room, Malia turned the lights on, then dialed them down to dim. Standing in the middle of the room, she beckoned him closer. He obliged. Malia unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it to the floor. His jeans followed.
Malia stepped back, admiring the view. Layers of muscle draped his frame, unguarded by fat. I like my boys lean, Malia reached out a hand, dragging one finger along the washboard of his stomach. “Mmmmm,” she purred.
He reached out for her, but she swatted his hands away. “Just watch,” she said, stepping a few feet away and reaching behind her to pull down the zipper. She shrugged the dress forward, dropping her cover onto the floor.
“Thank you,” Malia said to the man. “Adrenaline makes the meat taste sweeter.”