Wicked Wednesday

Proving A Point #WickedWednesday

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath, and walked towards where he was sitting. He watched her as she approached. She could feel the blush creeping up her neck and cheeks. Rubbing her sweaty palms on her skirt, she stopped a few feet away from him.

Tilting his head, he looked up at her with a quizzical look on his face.

"Yes?" His voice, a deep baritone, sliced through her body straight to her center. Her heart raced, and she stared down at her feet, mortified at how her body reacted to his voice. "Hello? Can I help you?"

Mentally, Angela kicked herself for her nerves. She shouldn't care what he thought. She was only trying to prove to her friends that she wasn't too shy to approach a man, even one as gorgeous as him. They assumed that because she never had, she couldn't. She'd show them. Pulling out all the false bravado she used at work in an office filled with egomaniacs, she pulled her shoulders back and looked into his eyes.

"I need a favor, please. My friends said they didn't think I could get and keep your attention and make you laugh within the first few minutes of speaking to you." Angela cleared her throat. "I'm not exactly known for being the type to have men fawn over her, and I told them wit and intellect were better than tits and ass any day."

His eyes crinkled in bemusement. She could only imagine what he must be thinking, but she pressed on.

"So, I'm taking a chance that you might like to prove a few people wrong, even if they are total strangers, and help me out. If you'd just pretend I'm saying the funniest thing ever and laugh hysterically, I'll walk away and never bother you again."

Angela's knees shook slightly. She'd never talked to a complete stranger before, at least not without a clear indication that a conversation was welcome. And she'd certainly never approached someone as handsome as the man sitting in front of her. She couldn't take her eyes off him. She knew that he'd tower over her, even at 5'6" and wearing four inch heels. His shoulders were broad. His square jaw was covered in dark stubble and good Lord, his eyes. She'd never seen that shade of blue in her life.

He continued staring at her, not saying a word, his blue eyes sparkling. Ā The silence stretched out for a few seconds, but they felt like eons to Angela. She began to fidget and shift side to side, her confidence gone.

"Well, um, ok, nevermind. I'm gonna go and leave you alone. Sorry I - "

His deep voice interrupted her in mid-sentence.

"Do you always talk that fast or just when you're nervous?" Angela's stomach flip-flopped at his words. She opened her mouth to reply, and he put his hand up to silence her. "I want to help you out because you're right about wit and intellect, but if I do, based on what you've said, you'll leave. You've given me quite a problem to solve. Laugh and help you prove your friends wrong - which they are - or stay silent in the hopes that you'll continue standing there and allow me to enjoy the view."

Angela's eyes widened as he spoke. She opened and shut her mouth a few times, at a loss for words. When she realized she probably looked like a slack-jawed idiot, she snapped her mouth shut. He chuckled.

"I think I make you nervous, miss." He leaned forward in his seat, his elbow on his knee, and looked up at her. She tried not to notice how close he was to her breasts and stomach which began jittering and juttering. He inhaled deeply. "I think I make you something else, too. But that is a conversation for another time. I strive to be a gentleman as often as I can."

She felt a different kind of flush creep over her skin. The desire she'd felt earlier only increased as he spoke. She knew her panties were wet and, contrary to everything she'd ever done before, she desperately wanted him to find that out for himself.

He continued speaking. "I'll make you a deal. I'm going to laugh so that you prove your point, but I require something in return."

Struggling to find her voice, Angela managed to squeak out a strangled, "Yes?"

"You have to stay here and eat dinner with me. If at the end of the meal you're not interested in staying, fine, go back to your so-called friends. But if the conversation is as delightful and intriguing as I think it will be, stay longer and we'll see what happens next. Deal?"

Angela could hardly believe her ears. This beautiful man with the voice that soaked her panties wanted her to stay and have dinner with him. She shook her head in disbelief, but then realized he might think she was turning him down. She bobbed her head up and down and knew she looked like a deranged bobble head. He watched her for a moment, his lips twitching in amusement before he let out a deep, genuine belly laugh.

This week's Wicked Wednesday prompt was fun - write a story or poem using a required first line of "Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath, and walked towards where he was sitting." I have a feeling I could go on with this one. I'd love to see what happens to Angela and the handsome stranger. Oh, and have no doubt, he's VERY Dominant. /giggles

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Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I’m also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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