Purple Pt. 1

When she entered the line to check out I noticed her immediately. She was wearing a fitted dark purple shirt and tight black pencil skirt. She was exactly my type: thin, very feminine, small but full rounded breasts, dark wavy hair that was long and shiny with subtle tastefully done highlights the may very well have come from sunning herself on the beach this summer rather than a salon. I imagined her in a bikini with sand stuck to the sides of her thighs and the top of her breasts peeking above her bikini top moist with sweat and the salt from the ocean, and I blushed as I rang up the gentleman in line in front of her. I didn't make eye contact with him and continued to glance slyly at her out of the corner of my eye.

It took forever for the man's transaction to be finished which only heightened my anticipation. She must have felt my energy as she walked up because she was nervous and fidgety.
"I love your shirt. What a great color."
She looked up at me and blushed. I'm not super feminine as a thin woman with small breasts, but I have large hips, a small waist and a round butt. I saw her take all this in with a glance and she blushed while I slowly rang her order through my register. She fumbled with her money and then again with the change I handed her. I brushed my hand against hers and felt a current of electricity run through my fingertips to hers and back again. She glanced up clearly excited and horrified but nevertheless apparently aroused.

I spent the rest of the day wet and aching for the feeling of her tongue on my clit, her hands rubbing my body while I simultaneously lick and taste her wet salty fluids. Before she left my line I mentioned heading to a local cafe to a coworker when I got out of work at five hoping she would hear and go there to meet me. I desperately hoped that she felt it too.

As the day wore on and on my excitement didn't lessen, in fact, it only increased until it became an overflowing of passion like water behind a dam looking for a release, but my confidence in our mutual attraction had waned. By the time I got to the cafe, I did a quick scan and didn't see a single flash of purple anywhere around, so I seated myself in a cozy tucked away corner around a bit of a half wall. It was the only place in the cafe where a person could almost feel alone with themselves even in such a public place. There was an outlet, so I plugged in my laptop, turned on my iPod, and settled into my own thoughts. I thought about how it was all just as well. I had never been with a woman before and judging by her reaction to me she had never been a woman either.

Thinking about our inexperience made me start longing for her in a whole new way. I imagined us not in a public place taken by passion but in my bedroom with candles and wine gently caressing every curve of the others body discovering all the hidden places. I imagined her perfect round breasts and the crease at their base where I would kiss her just long enough to drive her wild. I wanted to reach under her dark tight purple shirt and unclasp her bra with one hand to free them to my searching touch. I had just touched my lips to her breasts in my fantasy when I became aware of eyes on me and movement in the periphery. A woman in a dark blazer and skirt stood up to take off her blazer. I saw a flash of purple and knew it was her but wanted to give myself a moment to clear the blush in my cheeks before finally looking up in her direction. But something in her had changed. Her eyes we no longer shy and and frightened. She was in control of herself and I wanted so badly for her to be in control of me as well.
"Hi. Mary." She said extending a hand in greeting.
"Like the virgin Mary?" I thought immediately turning the conversation to some sort of sexual reference would be in my favor.
"No, like Mary Magdalene."
"Well, then that begs the question," I let the silence linger while I took in the shape of her body again, "how was Jesus?"
"Let's just say I'm glad to be here with you."
Smooth. Perfectly smooth and sexy and where did she come from? My God! Smart, witty, beyond gorgeous and she wanted me. It was almost too much. I was already quite wet from a day of thinking about her but I felt a new wave of wetness drench my already moist pussy. Silence lingered a bit too long and her confidence slowly vanished as the seconds dragged by. So she was new at this too, I thought, the momentary confidence must have been a facade.

Once the silence passed and I found something to say to her, (so what do you like to read) we sat in the cafe for a few hours in our little nook and talked about literature, philosophy and love until closing time. We added each other as contacts in our cell phones and exchanged a European hug and cheek kiss as we said goodbye for the evening followed by an awkward moment of neither knowing what to do. That night I masturbated for so long, on the couch, in the shower, in bed, alone in my apartment wanting her but couldn't get the lingering scent of her perfume and pheromones out of my nostrils.