I was in Pittsburg, staying at the Renaissance Hotel on 6th Street, having a late dinner in the Opus with three male co-workers, after a long day of conferencing. I have to admit I was worn out, but the wine, while relaxing me and helping to free me from the stress of the day, also served to heighten my already-attuned sexual radar. While we were sharing stories of business exploits mixed with ribald humor, my attention began to turn from the conversation and the prime rib in front of me, as my eyes locked first once then twice on a woman seated about 20 feet away.
The brunette, with hair flowing just below her shoulders was eating with a female companion, and their laughter and upbeat spirit helped to lighten the darkened atmosphere of the swanky restaurant.
By the time our eyes had locked on each other for the third time... being clearly more than just a glance... I felt a slight stirring in the lower regions. I think I was starting to get an erection....
With this third look, our eyes kept their attention on the other person, and she flashed me a quick, somehow shy, maybe embarrassed smile. She glanced aside at her friend, to make sure she had not noticed... and she was safe. Her dark-haired companion had been re-arranging the salad with her fork. Hopefully (I thought) she glanced back at me, to find an inviting, serious look that sought to communicate, "I want you... now."
Her eyes broke our stare, and she hurriedly fumbled with the slice of bread on her plate, while I grunted a response to my table mates, never looking away. For me... the hunt was on.
Something about this girl... this woman... captivated me. Her mesmerizing eyes? The flow of her hair? Her relaxed laugh? Or a erotic energy that seemed focused my direction... I don't know. But I wanted her... I knew that.
I took out a business card, scribbled my room number on the back, stuck it in my shirt pocket, and took a less-than-direct route to the restroom, passing within feet of this woman who had caught me with such an allure. A slight up-turn of the edges of my mouth as she glanced at me as I walked by, and I hoped the message was clear. I would know in a manner of minutes.
I took a bit longer than needed in the restroom... brushed my fingers through my hair, and stepped back out into the restaurant, my eyes immediately locking on her position. As though on cue, she stood up, excused herself and started toward the women's restroom. I paused momentarily, and then brushed near her shoulder as we both rounded a table. I spun around apologetically (but planned), reaching for her hand ever so briefly to appologize for my clumsiness, and slipped my card into her hand. She assured me, softly, "Oh, don't worry about it," and the game was on.
She picked up the hidden cues, playing along with me, conveying -- without so much as a word -- that she felt a desire for me, as well.
My heart was pounding, wildly... Could others hear it? ... and wondered if I would learn her name before our first kiss.
The brunette, with hair flowing just below her shoulders was eating with a female companion, and their laughter and upbeat spirit helped to lighten the darkened atmosphere of the swanky restaurant.
By the time our eyes had locked on each other for the third time... being clearly more than just a glance... I felt a slight stirring in the lower regions. I think I was starting to get an erection....
With this third look, our eyes kept their attention on the other person, and she flashed me a quick, somehow shy, maybe embarrassed smile. She glanced aside at her friend, to make sure she had not noticed... and she was safe. Her dark-haired companion had been re-arranging the salad with her fork. Hopefully (I thought) she glanced back at me, to find an inviting, serious look that sought to communicate, "I want you... now."
Her eyes broke our stare, and she hurriedly fumbled with the slice of bread on her plate, while I grunted a response to my table mates, never looking away. For me... the hunt was on.
Something about this girl... this woman... captivated me. Her mesmerizing eyes? The flow of her hair? Her relaxed laugh? Or a erotic energy that seemed focused my direction... I don't know. But I wanted her... I knew that.
I took out a business card, scribbled my room number on the back, stuck it in my shirt pocket, and took a less-than-direct route to the restroom, passing within feet of this woman who had caught me with such an allure. A slight up-turn of the edges of my mouth as she glanced at me as I walked by, and I hoped the message was clear. I would know in a manner of minutes.
I took a bit longer than needed in the restroom... brushed my fingers through my hair, and stepped back out into the restaurant, my eyes immediately locking on her position. As though on cue, she stood up, excused herself and started toward the women's restroom. I paused momentarily, and then brushed near her shoulder as we both rounded a table. I spun around apologetically (but planned), reaching for her hand ever so briefly to appologize for my clumsiness, and slipped my card into her hand. She assured me, softly, "Oh, don't worry about it," and the game was on.
She picked up the hidden cues, playing along with me, conveying -- without so much as a word -- that she felt a desire for me, as well.
My heart was pounding, wildly... Could others hear it? ... and wondered if I would learn her name before our first kiss.