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					                             ESPRESSO
                                       BY
                         SCOOTER POINDEXTER




The Middle East Café, in Dublin, Ohio was where I made a late
afternoon stop to get my second fix of the day: a double espresso. The
woman who pulled my drink was an exquisite African-American. Her
name was Jasmine who had the complexion that was silky mocha; like that
of the products she was tending to. Her smile and two large dark eyes
would make most any male stare at her just a moment too long. In the
briefest of encounters Jasmine could enchant.


I took my espresso to a table that allowed me to gaze at Jasmine and the
newly revealed cleavage that this better vantage point allowed. This was
a simple visual pleasure that I gave to myself as a reward for working so
hard during this summer’s Midwest sales trip. When I was younger I was
self conscience of these discrete gazes, but at 44 I never considered the
matter, not usually that is until today.


I felt a set of eyes fixed on me. I do not know what one calls it, but it is a
sense you get and today, as I was admiring in great detail all of Jasmine’s
attributes, I looked at the table directly across from mine to discover I was
being looked it! I calmly gave a subtle smile to this middle aged Asian
lady, but inside I was panicked as I was busted! Or was I?
I set my eyes down on what was left of the espresso and after some
minutes of looking busy with my paperwork, I looked up and the Asian
woman, who had to be Korean, was still staring at me. My heart raced
even more as I then determined the purpose of her stares…she found me
attractive! I looked away towards the espresso machine to find Jasmine
was waiting on another customer.


What to do then? I wanted to take in this dark haired lady woman so that
I could critique her. But that is hard when they are looking at you doing
the same! However in taking a quick scan of the situation I quickly
determined that Ms Korea as I now called her was something of a
paradox.


Her skin was a shade lighter than Jasmine’s still dark and smooth. Ms K
had fuller cheeks and a very simple and practical hair cut. The white of her
eyes contrasted well with her complexion and hair. She wore a long sleeve
white t-shirt and jeans. She has on nice but functioning running shoes. I
could see more skin however as she did not wear any socks and with the
way she was sitting there was an inch of her waste showing above jeans.


I realized that this woman, who was still looking at me, was just oozing with
sexuality from every pore of her body. She was not wearing a low cut
halter as Jasmine was but for some reason, not the fact that she was
showing interest, Ms. Korea was hot and was getting me cranked up as
well!


So I took this scene in and found it all amusing as it is too much of a
cliché.
I had to look away and gather my thoughts as the looks from Ms. Korea
had made me feel a bit uneasy. What do I do? Should I go over and say
hello? Should I allow this game to continue and let her make a move?
Were other people, including Jasmine getting wind of this little flirt
session?
Looking back up I saw that Ms. Korea was not looking at me any more
but in fact had put her book back into her backpack getting up and
moving towards the door. I know I had made a connection with her and I
had begun to visualize the taste of her thigh as I kissed it in my mind…I was
off to fantasy land but now in real life she was leaving the only decent
espresso joint in Dublin, Ohio!


I froze and watched Ms. Korea walk out of the café. I was disappointed
in myself as I rarely choke up like this. In my old age I talk to the opposite
sex quite often in my own flirtatious way. I decided that I blew any chance
of striking up a conversation of any sort with her and it would be best for
me to get on to my last appointment of the day. To bring me back to
reality a bit more, as I left, I saw Jasmine kissing what had to be a romantic
friend.


I had a dashing hope that perhaps Ms. K would be in the parking lot
getting into her car and I could approach her. But no that was too much
like stalking.


I got into my rental car gathering up maps and directions when a knock at
the window startled me. It was Ms. Korea! I fumbled to roll down the
window when with no warning she leaned in and gave me deep long kiss. I
did not pull back but I was in a bit of shock.
With a deep Scottish accent my Ms. Korea said “What does a girl have
to do to get noticed around here!?”

				
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