He reached across the table, and very lightly, stroked my cheek with the back of his hand, and then, slowly, the other cheek. I blushed hard, this was in a hotel lobby and while I've done more blatant things at dances and raves, this was somehow much more... exposed.

He repeated the caress. I shivered again. There was aftershave on his hand. I... liked that.

He brushed his thumb across my lower lip, while looking into my eyes. I looked away, helplessly. "No, look at me," he said. I looked at him and he repeated the caress, very slowly. And again, and again... on the third stroke I was shivering with the effort not to kiss his thumb.

He removed his hand. "Now lick your lips, very slowly."

I was very aware of the fact that the hotel receptionist was staring at me, fascinated by what was happening. The fact that she could see this, made it real, not something I could ever say didn't happen. This was real. This was...

I licked my lips, slowly. Looking him in the eyes. And then suddenly looking down, blushing again, hot...