What’s my fantasy?
I actually don’t know.
“You look like you would enjoy that,” says a voice behind me.
It pulls me away from the sight of the couple in the box the same way the intensity of the stare did when I was dancing.
I’m actually not surprised to see the voice and the stare belong to the same person. The same man.
What throws me is his presence. He’s tall and towers over me at what I’d say is probably six feet six. I’m five four. In my heels, I barely reach the top of his chest.
He looked gorgeous standing on the balcony. Up close he’s more, and I wish I could see the other side of his face. For what I can see though, his bright blue eye takes me in with that interest that makes my body come alive and the high cheekbone is chiseled to perfection.
I swallow hard, aware that I’m just staring again and I haven’t answered his question.
His question/ statement of basically the exhibitionist box being my thing.
“I’m sorry what?” I ask. This here is my chance to be confident, sexy and daring. I’m here under the persona of such and now I just have to work it.
The corner of his mouth slides into a sensual smile, and he leans closer.
“The exhibitionist box looks like your kind of thing. Ever been in there?” he asks. His smooth baritone voice is low in timbre, sexy just like him.
I’m flattered that he thinks I’m daring enough to have sex in public like that. Not boring or life sucking.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Oh,” his gaze drops from my eyes, touches my lips and flicks down to my cleavage and over me for a once over. “So that’s your fantasy?” He smiles wider.
My lips part and I think about it. I imagine being taken in the exhibitionist box for all to see and somehow I don’t think of the part where people are watching. I remember the rawness of the couple and the way they looked. That’s the part that entices me.
“I don’t know,” I answer, unable to keep the quiver out of my voice. “It seems… bold.”
He chuckles deep and low. “I didn’t think bold would be a problem for someone as sexy as you.”
He thinks I’m sexy. I’m definitely liking this guy a lot.
“Well, there’s just a lot of people watching.”
“But the box fascinates you?”
I smile. “Maybe.” I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess I am probably being a bit too honest because the box did fascinate me. Something bold comes over me though the longer I stare at him. “Does the box fascinate you?”
“Yes,” he answers without a moment’s hesitation and I can’t help the image that sweeps through my mind of me being with him inside the box, naked and him taking me in that raw animalistic way I saw in the man as he owned the woman’s body.
My mystery man smiles at me like he can tell what I’m thinking and my cheeks flush.
“Is… that your fantasy?” I ask, homing in on the confidence I’m striving for .
“I don’t know. Not sure what sort of fantasy I’ll be living out tonight. I’m… still trying to find out. There’s a lot to do here.”
“Is there?” I looked at the website, but honestly I was so focused on the part about just coming here that I didn’t pay much attention to everything else. I know the place is huge with themed rooms and a sex dungeon. The owners really went to town in their creation of the fantasies.
“Yeah.” His eyes sparkle like he just got an idea. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
The way he said that tempts me to tell him to just call me that, or whatever he wants.
“Giselle. My name’s Giselle.”