He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.
"Just relax."
His touch was so experienced and so sure. When his hands moved up onto my thigh, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.
Probling, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and toward my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking 'no' for an answer. A man who would look into my soul and say... "Okay ma'am, all done."
My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me holding out my purse.
"You can board your flight now."
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