Take Me Home

She sees him in the club. She knows he's been there before, but it's only tonight that she really notices him for the first time, notices how slim he is as he takes off his jacket, but what amazingly muscular arms he has. He's chatting to one of her friends and she uses this as a pretence to go and talk to him.

They hit it off, and she notices how much more intelligent he is than most of the guys she knows. But most of all, she notices his chocolate brown eyes which seem to bore into her, and his smile. She feels a rush in her stomach every time he smiles at her, and he smiles at her a lot during the night. The rush in her stomach increases, however, as he begins to touch her arms and shoulders lightly as they're talking. She can feel her knickers becoming wet and knows that, despite not even knowing this guy, she wants him to take her home.

He has to leave early - he's working tomorrow. He asks her to walk him out, and she does so. He tells her that it's a pity he's working, otherwise he'd take her home. She bites her lip, her body trembling with arousal now that he has expressed what she's been thinking all night. He hugs her goodbye and kisses her on the cheek before pulling back and bidding her goodnight, his eyes locked with hers.