Free Taxi Teasing by Stephanie Knight Page A

not the sort of girl to shy away from a bit of flirting, I was in my element. I became aware that someone was watching me , you know that feeling where the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you feel compelled to turn and look. I turned my head and made direct eye contact with a very sexy looking man about twenty feet away from me . Within about 3 seconds I had decided that I was interested. He was tall, over 6 feet, broad shoulders, he looked like he took care of himself , nice skin with a slight golden tan and what looked like a well manicured and strong hand holding his drink . He wasn’t smiling, just staring and this unnerved me a bit . It was a surreal moment as it seemed that everyone else in the packed club, the noise, the music, everything just melted away and he was the only person in the room. He was gorgeous but there was something about him which made me hesitate for just a split second , far too self assured and intense and, perhaps dangerous? but I couldn’t drag my eyes away. I felt a physical jolt with the realisation that I had become sexually aroused. I was confused and flustered by my own strong reaction and I turned away fast.  I was still trying to make sens e of it all when a deep, extremely articulated and measured voice whispered in my ear ‘I find you intensely erotic and I am strongly attracted to you sexually. I think we can have a great deal of sexual fun together, do you want to find out? ’ . As he spoke , his lips brushed my ear and sent electrifying shivers through my entire body. I had never heard that line before, that was for sure, but I had also never felt so turned on by just a voice. M y nipples were hard and I wante d him to take me there and then , but more than that, I realised that without him even touching me, I was wet between my thighs.
    I excused myself from my friend, who was now being chatted up and was oblivious to me anyway and I followed him to a small table in a fairly quiet corner. The noise in the club made it difficult to hear properly but I caught snippets of what he was saying, enough to know that he was a businessman, in his forties, unmarried and was about to leave the club out of boredom when he spied me. We chatted for a while although the noise of the club did make it difficult to hear much and so I never quite got round to asking why he was there in the first place since he did not look like the usual type of clubber but our time together was cut short by an important message he received by text. He seemed irritated by the content of the message but it was apparently too important to ignore. Reluctantly he stood to leave with the promise that he would be in touch soon and after taking my phone number he kissed me on the cheek and then melted into the crowd without even a backward glance.
    I sat for a while alone at the table we had shared just trying to relive the conversation but it was odd because I c ouldn’t really recall what was said in detail , just the sound of his voice , the fullness of his bottom lip and his long thick eyelashes ( such a waste on a man I always thought) was all I could remember . I put that down to the alcohol though but I wasn’t too drunk to hear the little nagging voice in my head which warned me to stay away. I wondered briefly if maybe the important message was from a wife he said he didn’t have , but I pushed that thought aside and moved to rejoin my friend and her group of admirers.
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
    I had no expectations that he would ever call but to my surprise he did the following evening.  He was very apologetic for leaving me the night before and a gain, just the sound of his voice in my ear sent my hormones raging and my stomach flipping and tumbling. I could hear m y heart thumping in my throat as I tried to sound casual in my responses , could he hear it too ? . His voice sounded like he was smiling, like he knew the effect he was having on me and I hated the thought that someone could have that