The following is the beginning of several encounters between two lesbian women. All the standards of copywriting apply. All comments are very much welecomed and will be responded too. Ben
ENCOUNTER
You see me seeing you. You see the heat in my eyes. I see the heat in yours. We are across the room, across the office. Between us there is a mass of bodies, the overwhelming heat of other bodies. But it doesn't matter. All I seem to feel is your heat. I wonder if you feel the same way.
You turn away to resume your duties. I return to mine. I can't get you out of my mind. Fantasies of what could have been dance around my mind like an erotic symphony. I can't take it anymore. I go to the bathroom. Sit in the last stall. But I can't get off. Your image is too strong. Your heat is too real. The glow of your eyes is too haunting.
It is a long frustrating day. I like my work. But not today. Not now. I am glad the day comes to the end. With the other bodies I cram into the elevator for the descending sigh home.
A hand lands on my thigh. A breath tickles my ear. The hand curves around my hip to my crotch. The palm presses against my sex.
"Bitch. Slut," you say in an androgynous whisper more breath than voice. My eyes can't see you but see no one else hears your words. "Don't come yet bitch. Don't come tonight. Tomorrow come with no barriers."