I also really needed to shave my legs; I could have started a fire by rubbing my legs together! And I needed smooth legs for the mini-skirt I was planning on wearing.I also really needed to shave my legs; I could have started a fire by rubbing my legs together! And I needed smooth legs for the mini-skirt I was planning on wearing. Nice black mini-skirt to show off my tan and my legs and a blue blouse to bring out my eyes. I forced myself to take my time because I really didn't want to gash myself. A band-aid would kind of ruin the effect. Finally the appointed hour arrived. I splashed on a little perfume and walked to the restaurant. I wasn't sure I would recognize him, even with the description he gave me, so I was hoping that the restaurant would be a little empty. Before getting to the door, I adjusted my skirt and blouse one final time, took a deep breath, and entered the door. I stood in the doorway for a second to let my eyes adjust. I then glanced around the restaurant and immediately spotted him, waving to get my attention. He stood to greet me as I strode to the back table. He had a casual smile on his face, but there was a little devilish sparkle in his eyes. He extended his hand as I drew close and introduced himself. I shook his hand and introduced myself. An electric shock coursed through me. His grip was so firm and gentle at the same time. It had the self-confidence of an athlete. We locked eyes for a time. I was unable to disengage his eyes. There was so much in them. Especially the devilish sparkle. Now, I shake a lot of hands in my line of work. Most of them are men. That's just the way banking is right now. But there has never been a handshake like this one. I guess it's a little silly to allow a handshake to have an effect on me, but there was so much confidence and passion and just a little lust conveyed in that handshake. |