She was the dangerous type, the kind that always unnerve me.She was the dangerous type, the kind that always unnerve me. From her makeup to her clothes, this woman exuded an agressive, bull-by-the-horns attitude. And oh, she was hot. Her self-assured demeanor coupled with her mildly slutty looks set my hormones to racing. I purposely looked away so as not to stare, then looked back again. Yup- she was still hot. I began to check out her body, blatantly ogling her. I didn't expect her to notice me. She did. "Let me buy you a drink," she said by way of introduction, pointing to my nearly empty beer. "Sure," I replied nervously. "You were checking me out," she stated, matter of factly. "Of course!" I countered, "you can't place red meat in front of a carnivore and expect him to ignore it." She laughed- deep throaty, delicious. Music to my ears. Hours later, we were back at my apartment. Her name was Jenna, and she was a professional woman out for fun following what was apparently a tedious divorce. Her husband was nearly lifeless, and she had gone through a series of affairs before realizing how little she cared for the man. He'd tried to hang on, but that just annoyed her. This was a woman that knew what she wanted, and went for it. |