Chance Meeting_(0)

He walked into the place like he owned it. His eyes barely scanned the crowd before settling on the bar at the front of the room. His walk was purposeful and he went directly to his destination, draped his jacket over a chair and casually took a seat.

“Anything good on tap sweetie?” he asked me with a voice that should be illegal.

“You look more like a good scotch guy to me” I quipped back at him and he chuckled.

“Okay, surprise me” he invited me and grinned. Butterflies went whirling through my stomach as I stared into his deep dark eyes and I had to look away. Abruptly interrupting, his phone rang and he turned away to answer it so I slid his drink gently into place and went to fill other orders.

I am a 5’5″, average build woman with auburn brown hair and blue eyes. I do well when it comes to sexual partners, both male and female. I consistently get compliments here where I work some nights as a bartender and at my day job as a school librarian. You wouldn’t think people notice me because most people’s first impression includes shy, but I hear the whispers and see the looks.

I am actually a fairly confident woman and know what I look for in potential partners. The shyness comes into play because I am very introverted as well as being a push-over which I am completely comfortable with. ‘My name is Alex and I am a sub’ should be the slogan on my car it seems so obvious to me. I have been a submissive person for as long as I can remember, always deferring to others and letting others take the glory.

I love sex and have always been comfortable exploring anything and everything I can find on the subject. I am and active participant and frequently have new partners but no one has ever explored my ‘s’ side with me; mostly because I keep it locked carefully away. I think it scares me a bit (or maybe a lot) to be honest. To look at my latest partner and put my body, trust and being at their beck and call still gives me the willies. Then there was this guy. He seemed different in a way that I could not explain. He gave me a whole different vibe than previous partners and I just wanted to….ACK! I gotta stop getting distracted. Don’t get me wrong, I have been with a few people who called themselves ‘Dom’. None were mind-blowing experiences but they all added to my private list of do’s and don’ts.

I finished up taking orders at the far end of the bar and glanced towards ‘the guy’ again. He was still on the phone but as soon as I looked over he looked up, eyes locking onto mine as he gave a small smile, lifting the scotch that I chose in appreciation. I nodded back and went back to work. Slowly making my way back down the bar, cleaning and taking orders as I went. I scolded myself silently for being entranced by this stranger but I knew what my body wanted; that man, in bed, with me. However, I do not make the first move and so I concentrated on wiping down the bar and trying to get through my shift, calming my thoughts.

I should have elaborated on this before. Although I know what I want in a partner I am still fairly shy and traditional when meeting someone new. I don’t make the first move due to that issue and I also find it quite difficult because it feels as if it’s against my nature. It always feels awkward and wrong the few times that I have tried so I no longer do that.

I was startled out of my thoughts by a firm touch on my wrist and I jumped.

“Oh!” I almost yelped and glanced up.

“Sorry” he grinned, not at all sorry, “when do you get off shift?”

“I’m only here for a half hour more and then I’m done for the night” I managed to answer back coherently. His hand was still touching my wrist and I could feel heat rise to my cheeks as I didn’t pull away but tried to look anywhere but at him.

“I’ll wait and we can go for coffee” he finally said with a small grin and then he winked at me. I blushed completely red and nodded that coffee was fine. He gave my wrist a quick squeeze and then went back to fiddling with his phone as someone called to me for an order. I stood still and took three deep breaths, trying to be casual about it before I turned back to the crowd and filled more orders.

I finished up my shift and checked out with my manager, waved goodbye and then headed towards the entrance. He hadn’t moved during my shift and continued chatting with me every spare moment I had and I couldn’t stop thinking about him as I walked.
Something strange was happening and I felt like I was being drawn to him. I felt as though I knew him and our energies matched perfectly.

I shook my head to clear my silly thoughts and taking a deep breath, I walked around the bar to meet the object of my sudden fascination.

“Ready to go?” He asked without leaving me any space to decline in his voice.

“I’m so ready for a coffee!” I enthused “it’s been a long day”.

“Let’s go fix that!” He stated and then gently took my arm, steering me through the crowd and out into a damp but clearing evening.

The trees and bushes glistened with rain water and there were puddles reflecting the moon as it came out from behind some clouds.

“My apartment is that way” I pointed down a side street.

“Let’s go to my place” he replied “my car is over here and I make excellent iced coffee”.

“Is that a challenge?!” I giggled and almost blushed again.