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You Owe Me Something
Young woman and an older man fall for each other.
Originally published by:
Aphrodite
Mature content
7k words
Author's Note: Those of you who routinely read my stories know that I often open with a sex scene, follow that with a sex scene, and close with a sex scene. This story is not like that. Just wanted to let you know in advance. Enjoy!
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Brian pushed against the large revolving doors, his laptop case slung over one shoulder. Coming out the other side, he thought the building was even quieter and emptier than normal. The tiny shops on either side of the wide concourse were closed, as was always the case at seven thirty in the morning. Ahead, the escalator hummed as one unused step after another rose to the second floor.
Beyond that, towering displays and advertisements in the middle of the floor blocked Brian's view of his ultimate goal: the coffee shop that would provide his much needed latte. Soon the distant lights of the shop were visible. Two customers—one coming and one going—were the only other people in sight.
Brian approached the shop with slightly more liveliness than usual because he found it nearly impossible to take his eyes off the customer in line. She had thick, brown hair down to her shoulders. She wore a top that hugged her thin body and a tight skirt that flared out below the knees, flapper-style.
He watched her fumble in her purse while he walked up behind her. The young girl behind the counter was preparing a drink and a bagel. Meanwhile, the woman in the tight skirt frantically dug through her purse. She looked up at Brian.
If he was interested before, Brian was now totally entranced. Her large, green eyes were encircled by long, dark lashes, resulting in a doll-like appearance.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said in an exasperated tone. "Go ahead. I can't find my money."
She waved Brian ahead with one hand. He was tempted to say he'd wait, but she had turned away to put her purse on the counter.
The girl behind the counter looked at Brian. He said, "Large chai latte. And I'll pay for hers."
The woman next to him looked up.
"No. Really. I'll find it...," she said.
"It's OK," Brian said. "It's happened to me."
When the orders were ready, Brian handed the girl a ten dollar bill and waited for change. The green-eyed beauty looked embarrassed as she closed her purse and reached for her food.
"Thank you. But you shouldn't have," she said.
Brian backed away from the counter with his drink. The woman looked at him in earnest for the first time and a faint smile appeared.
"I could buy you lunch to make up for it," she said in a delicate voice.
They began slowly walking toward the same exit. The woman's youthful face once again captured all his attention. After a long pause, he said, "You could. And I'd probably agree."
"The Galleria? At Noon?"
"I can do that," Brian said.
"My name's Era."
"Brian. Glad to meet you."
With full hands, they exchanged wide grins instead of handshakes.
"Thanks for rescuing me, Brian," Era said as they continued their walk.
"It was the only way I knew to get my lunch paid for," Brian said.
Era giggled. "Works every time?"
"Almost. And just so you know, I would have made a man find his money," Brian said.
Again, Era's light laughter echoed in the nearly empty concourse. Brian watched her hair sway as she walked. He guessed her age to be about thirty. She had already correctly estimated him to be in his late forties. He was easily five inches taller, although she was not short by any means. Era's entire presence seemed to mesmerize him.
"Well, I do appreciate it. I know I shoved a five in there this morning," she tried to explain.
"Just find it by noon," Brian answered.
They passed through the revolving door and were on the sidewalk when they realized they were going opposite directions.
"See you at the Galleria," she said.
"Noon," he said.
They went their separate ways. But neither of them went very long the rest of the morning without thinking of the other. Era wondered if she'd just set up a lunch date with a convicted felon. Brian wondered if she only did it because she was embarrassed and felt obligated. They both felt more nervous than expected because of a definite, but unspoken, attraction to each other.
At eleven forty five, Era was standing in front of a mirror in the ladies room, applying makeup and brushing her hair as if readying for the most important job interview she'd ever had. She found herself frowning at the fact her top had no buttons, denying her one of her favourite pastimes: flashing her ample cleavage.
She ran her hands down the length of her skirt, attempting needlessly to straighten a skirt that was already taut. With one last sideways glance at her ass, she exited the bathroom.
Brian spent considerably less time preparing. He ran his fingers through his hair as he opened the door to the Galleria, a large restaurant with cafeteria-style lines in the middle and...
Originally published by:
Aphrodite
Mature content
7k words
Author's Note: Those of you who routinely read my stories know that I often open with a sex scene, follow that with a sex scene, and close with a sex scene. This story is not like that. Just wanted to let you know in advance. Enjoy!
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Brian pushed against the large revolving doors, his laptop case slung over one shoulder. Coming out the other side, he thought the building was even quieter and emptier than normal. The tiny shops on either side of the wide concourse were closed, as was always the case at seven thirty in the morning. Ahead, the escalator hummed as one unused step after another rose to the second floor.
Beyond that, towering displays and advertisements in the middle of the floor blocked Brian's view of his ultimate goal: the coffee shop that would provide his much needed latte. Soon the distant lights of the shop were visible. Two customers—one coming and one going—were the only other people in sight.
Brian approached the shop with slightly more liveliness than usual because he found it nearly impossible to take his eyes off the customer in line. She had thick, brown hair down to her shoulders. She wore a top that hugged her thin body and a tight skirt that flared out below the knees, flapper-style.
He watched her fumble in her purse while he walked up behind her. The young girl behind the counter was preparing a drink and a bagel. Meanwhile, the woman in the tight skirt frantically dug through her purse. She looked up at Brian.
If he was interested before, Brian was now totally entranced. Her large, green eyes were encircled by long, dark lashes, resulting in a doll-like appearance.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said in an exasperated tone. "Go ahead. I can't find my money."
She waved Brian ahead with one hand. He was tempted to say he'd wait, but she had turned away to put her purse on the counter.
The girl behind the counter looked at Brian. He said, "Large chai latte. And I'll pay for hers."
The woman next to him looked up.
"No. Really. I'll find it...," she said.
"It's OK," Brian said. "It's happened to me."
When the orders were ready, Brian handed the girl a ten dollar bill and waited for change. The green-eyed beauty looked embarrassed as she closed her purse and reached for her food.
"Thank you. But you shouldn't have," she said.
Brian backed away from the counter with his drink. The woman looked at him in earnest for the first time and a faint smile appeared.
"I could buy you lunch to make up for it," she said in a delicate voice.
They began slowly walking toward the same exit. The woman's youthful face once again captured all his attention. After a long pause, he said, "You could. And I'd probably agree."
"The Galleria? At Noon?"
"I can do that," Brian said.
"My name's Era."
"Brian. Glad to meet you."
With full hands, they exchanged wide grins instead of handshakes.
"Thanks for rescuing me, Brian," Era said as they continued their walk.
"It was the only way I knew to get my lunch paid for," Brian said.
Era giggled. "Works every time?"
"Almost. And just so you know, I would have made a man find his money," Brian said.
Again, Era's light laughter echoed in the nearly empty concourse. Brian watched her hair sway as she walked. He guessed her age to be about thirty. She had already correctly estimated him to be in his late forties. He was easily five inches taller, although she was not short by any means. Era's entire presence seemed to mesmerize him.
"Well, I do appreciate it. I know I shoved a five in there this morning," she tried to explain.
"Just find it by noon," Brian answered.
They passed through the revolving door and were on the sidewalk when they realized they were going opposite directions.
"See you at the Galleria," she said.
"Noon," he said.
They went their separate ways. But neither of them went very long the rest of the morning without thinking of the other. Era wondered if she'd just set up a lunch date with a convicted felon. Brian wondered if she only did it because she was embarrassed and felt obligated. They both felt more nervous than expected because of a definite, but unspoken, attraction to each other.
At eleven forty five, Era was standing in front of a mirror in the ladies room, applying makeup and brushing her hair as if readying for the most important job interview she'd ever had. She found herself frowning at the fact her top had no buttons, denying her one of her favourite pastimes: flashing her ample cleavage.
She ran her hands down the length of her skirt, attempting needlessly to straighten a skirt that was already taut. With one last sideways glance at her ass, she exited the bathroom.
Brian spent considerably less time preparing. He ran his fingers through his hair as he opened the door to the Galleria, a large restaurant with cafeteria-style lines in the middle and...
