I have never considered myself a loner but rather someone who has chosen to live alone. I am not antisocial but found that I do better when I am not accountable to anyone but myself. I come and go as I please. I eat what I want. I dress as I desire. When I want company, I find it. When I don't, then no one bothers me.

This weekend was one of those times that I find I wanted to be alone. Rising early, I ran four miles, returning home to shower before breakfast. As is my usual routine, I dressed, left my apartment, and drove to one of the local restaurants. It was here that I always spend most of my free time.

The tables were out on the patio when the weather was good. Should it become cold, the customers moved into the building to circle around a large fireplace. Today was exceptionally cold and I found myself at a small table for two pressed close to the windows. No one else wanted this table as it was too near to the cold. It fit my reclusive behavior and me.

As I sat looking around and sipping my hot tea, I looked up and noted a woman coming into the diner. As frequently as I come here, I have never seen her dining here before. Usually it's the same old crowd, everyone knew everyone else. They all knew to leave me to my peace knowing that I don't like to converse and get into all the small town mumbo jumbo. She looked around and had no clue where she was or where she would sit. She waited for a server to seat her.

I was lucky she was seated two tables down from mine. Sure, I hated to be around people but when someone that good looking steps into view, I'll always take pleasure in it. Our eyes met for a split second. I saw a little grin form, but hoping like hell she wouldn't come over, I quickly turned my head.

As my usual breakfast of French toast and eggs was placed in front of me, I smiled to myself. There is nothing better in this world than a warm breakfast, peace, and quiet.
As I was pouring syrup over my toast, I heard her voice near me saying, "I'll take whatever she is having" as she leaned in my direction. I could tell by the wistful look in her eyes that she was starved for more than just food.

Looking up, I quirked one eyebrow before asking, "Would you care to join me at my table?" I knew I wanted to be alone but sitting with a beautiful woman was something I wasn't going to pass up.

She smiled her engaging smile again and answered, "I'd love to."

She rose from her table and walked directly toward me. I rose and held the chair as she sat down next to me rather than across the table. I wondered briefly, why she chose this seat of all the ones that were available.

Who was I to complain? After all, she is simply beautiful. I poured hot tea for her and watched as she added honey and cream. Umm?I wondered if that would make her sweeter than she looked.

Within minutes, her breakfast was brought to our table. I watched her mouth closely as the tongs of the fork pierced between her lips. She would pull it out and ever so lightly, wrap her tongue around the end of the tongs, catching each little drop of food left on them.

My body began to tighten with sexual excitement as I imagined her tongue caressing my lips. I turned away and began to eat my cold breakfast. Between bites, I would sneak peaks at the gorgeous woman next to me. How anyone could make eating breakfast so sexual was beyond me?

A small drop of syrup slipped down her chin. All I wanted to do was lick it off with my tongue but her finger caught it first. I wished I were that finger. Before I knew what was happening she looked up into my eyes, winked, and then offered me the appendage.

I lightly held her hand as I slowly sucked her finger in my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around the sweet tasting flesh. My eyes closed as pure sugar filled my mouth. I now had a new favorite breakfast, lunch and dinner. Drawing back, I placed her hand back onto the table.

I felt something rub against my calf and I nearly jumped. I scooted back a little so I could see. Her foot was playing with the hem of my pants. She slowly eased the toe of her shoe up along the ridge of my shin and then let is slide softly back down. I choked over a sip of tea as I felt her hand move along the inside of my pant leg.

She squeezed my thigh, making me jump ever so slightly. I began to sweat as she stroked more firmly, moving ever closer to the area between my legs. I reached beneath the table and grasped her hand, pulling it tight against my crotch. She had teased me to the point that all I desired was to feel her hot hand against my wet, molten center.

I moaned aloud as her fingers touched me through the material. My nipples tightened beneath my shirt, my breath quickened. I felt as though I was melting where I sat. She massaged me slow, then fast, and back to slow. I glanced at her face and realized that she also was turned on by the private play she was doing in front of a room filled with unsuspecting diners.

I reached down and stopped her hand as she reached for my zipper. I quickly pushed back my chair and stood. I reached out to her, saying, "Come with me."

Not even thinking about it, she stood up and grasped my hand. I guided her through the throng of people towards the back where the bathroom was. When we reached the door I pushed, it wouldn't budge. Some young kid yelled that the room was occupied. Growling I looked around.

I spied the walk-in cooler and before I could think, I grabbed the latch handle and opened it. I smiled at her as I let her walk in first with me close behind. I closed the door and put in the small locking mechanism. No one would disturb us now.

I walked up behind her and moved the hair off the back of her head. I placed kisses down her neck. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt from the front and let it slide down her silky soft shoulders. I slipped my fingers under her bra straps. I placed kisses and licks along her shoulders, as all of her skin was revealed.

I unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor along with her shirt. I cupped her succulent breasts and twisted her nipples in-between my fingers. She felt flaming hot to my touch compared to the coldness of the air in the locker. My lips were cool and becoming numb. Feeling her warm breasts in my hands, I knew they would quickly warm my cold mouth. I moved to stand in front of her. I leaned down to draw a nipple between my lips. God, she seared my mouth with red-hot flame.

Wait! My lips and my tongue burned and felt as though they were blistering. Shit, I blinked and the vision of loveliness was still coming though the doorway of the diner. The sip of tea I had just taken, burned my mouth, making it sting. I was so lost in my living daydream that I didn't even realize a fresh cup had been poured. As I sat there sipping on ice water to cool my mouth, she was seated two tables down from me.

I shook my head as déjà vu sat in. She looked up and smiled at me and I returned the smile. This time I rose and walked to her table, asking, "Do you mind if I join you?" I wanted to re-live my waking dream to see if the real woman was as good as the one in my dream. Will this be the end or the beginning?


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