Heat Wave - Erotika Short Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women Series) by E.M. Flemming Page B
Authors: E.M. Flemming
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blocks until I’m just inches
away from him. He was definitely going to be mine. I was sure of it.
2
The hotel on Fifth Avenue was a
much-needed break from the sweltering heat. Although, my libido didn’t feel
relaxed, the cool, climatized lobby was a nice change of pace from the
outdoors. I sank into a carefully appointed couch in the upper lobby area of
the posh hotel, while I waited for Robert Dorning. I was sitting adjacent to a
couple that appeared to be there for some type of business meeting. I’ve always
been so intrigued by watching the body language between a man and woman, so I
sat there and eyed them through my dark glasses for a few minutes.
Throughout my years, I used my understanding of psychology
to have my way with men. I have a degree in behavioral psychology and have
always immersed myself in the pursuit to understanding why people do the things
that they do. So, you can only imagine the fun my mind can have at times in
some of the most unlikeliest situations. I guess you could call me an
opportunist, because I use my knowledge of behavior to my advantage. I know
just how to manipulate people.
So, as I sat there watching the interaction of the man and
the woman seated near me, a few things became apparent to me. One thing that
was important was their proximity, or how far away they were seated from one
another. There’s actually a science attributed to attraction and just how far,
or close, you need to be to a man in order to peak his interest. Most men talk
about gaming women, which I find funny, because most of them don’t even have a
chance when they try. Sure, some of their tactics may work, some of the time,
but what I find more intriguing is, just how women can game men. Now, I’m not
talking about gaming them in a vindictive way. No, I’m just talking about
gaming them just to get what you want. And, at that moment, I wanted Robert
Dorning with every fiber of my body.
The mere mention of Robert Dorning sent another shiver up and
down my spine, and sent the Goosebumps ablaze all over my bare legs and arms. Well,
anyways, this man and woman that were seated next to me had an interesting
chemistry going on. From the way they were seated close to one another, you
could tell there was some sort of attraction there. The man was say in his mid
to late forties, and the woman probably pushing about thirty. He had on a
wedding band, she didn’t. And as I watched them, it was intriguing to me the
way the two of them acted.
He had on this gray pinstripe suit, probably from a fancy
place like Brooks Brothers, and she had on a professional suit dress. I noticed
a couple of things about this pair. First off, the man had his suit jacket off,
and was showing off his dazzling gold-colored cufflinks. To me, this indicated
that he was somewhat comfortable with the girl. The power suit shows the
authority, while the suit jacket off gives off a little bit more of his casual
side. He clearly wanted her to feel relaxed. Next, they were seated about a
foot apart from one another on the couch next to me.
I don’t know what it is about watching people, but it’s
something I love to do. I don’t think you can really call it a fetish, but more
so that it’s just intriguing to me. It’s intriguing to me because I want to
know and understand people’s most animalistic impulses. What gets a man to want
you, even when he has a “perfect” woman to call his own? I ask myself that
question all the time, but rarely do I act out on my inner most desires. But
today was different.
As I sat there on the couch adjacent to the little business
meeting going on next to me, I crossed my legs, which were now covered in
Goosebumps, then crossed them again. As I did this, I could notice the man
shift his attention from the barely thirty-old girl next to him, and look at
me. Although I might sit here and tell you that this was unintentional, I would
be lying. That was when I first got his attention. But I didn’t
away from him. He was definitely going to be mine. I was sure of it.
2
The hotel on Fifth Avenue was a
much-needed break from the sweltering heat. Although, my libido didn’t feel
relaxed, the cool, climatized lobby was a nice change of pace from the
outdoors. I sank into a carefully appointed couch in the upper lobby area of
the posh hotel, while I waited for Robert Dorning. I was sitting adjacent to a
couple that appeared to be there for some type of business meeting. I’ve always
been so intrigued by watching the body language between a man and woman, so I
sat there and eyed them through my dark glasses for a few minutes.
Throughout my years, I used my understanding of psychology
to have my way with men. I have a degree in behavioral psychology and have
always immersed myself in the pursuit to understanding why people do the things
that they do. So, you can only imagine the fun my mind can have at times in
some of the most unlikeliest situations. I guess you could call me an
opportunist, because I use my knowledge of behavior to my advantage. I know
just how to manipulate people.
So, as I sat there watching the interaction of the man and
the woman seated near me, a few things became apparent to me. One thing that
was important was their proximity, or how far away they were seated from one
another. There’s actually a science attributed to attraction and just how far,
or close, you need to be to a man in order to peak his interest. Most men talk
about gaming women, which I find funny, because most of them don’t even have a
chance when they try. Sure, some of their tactics may work, some of the time,
but what I find more intriguing is, just how women can game men. Now, I’m not
talking about gaming them in a vindictive way. No, I’m just talking about
gaming them just to get what you want. And, at that moment, I wanted Robert
Dorning with every fiber of my body.
The mere mention of Robert Dorning sent another shiver up and
down my spine, and sent the Goosebumps ablaze all over my bare legs and arms. Well,
anyways, this man and woman that were seated next to me had an interesting
chemistry going on. From the way they were seated close to one another, you
could tell there was some sort of attraction there. The man was say in his mid
to late forties, and the woman probably pushing about thirty. He had on a
wedding band, she didn’t. And as I watched them, it was intriguing to me the
way the two of them acted.
He had on this gray pinstripe suit, probably from a fancy
place like Brooks Brothers, and she had on a professional suit dress. I noticed
a couple of things about this pair. First off, the man had his suit jacket off,
and was showing off his dazzling gold-colored cufflinks. To me, this indicated
that he was somewhat comfortable with the girl. The power suit shows the
authority, while the suit jacket off gives off a little bit more of his casual
side. He clearly wanted her to feel relaxed. Next, they were seated about a
foot apart from one another on the couch next to me.
I don’t know what it is about watching people, but it’s
something I love to do. I don’t think you can really call it a fetish, but more
so that it’s just intriguing to me. It’s intriguing to me because I want to
know and understand people’s most animalistic impulses. What gets a man to want
you, even when he has a “perfect” woman to call his own? I ask myself that
question all the time, but rarely do I act out on my inner most desires. But
today was different.
As I sat there on the couch adjacent to the little business
meeting going on next to me, I crossed my legs, which were now covered in
Goosebumps, then crossed them again. As I did this, I could notice the man
shift his attention from the barely thirty-old girl next to him, and look at
me. Although I might sit here and tell you that this was unintentional, I would
be lying. That was when I first got his attention. But I didn’t
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