His Smile: when they lose themselves - Sex Stories

His Smile: when they lose themselves

His smile always stood out to me. Goodness his smile. Just a little quirk of that mouth of his, a tiny movement of his lips, it was all it took to make my putty in his hands. We’d met through mutual friends when I moved countries for university. Months later we were always hanging out. The first time I met him and he smiled at me I knew he’d be dangerous to my well being, but I ignored it. I mean just ‘cause I felt the attraction doesn’t mean he did right? Besides, I didn’t see him that much so I could simply pretend he didn’t affect me the way he did, and hoped that maybe soon he really wouldn’t. I needed to reclaim sanity somehow. So that’s what I’d been doing. Ignoring how he made me feel every time I met him, but what he made me feel grew with each meeting, regardless of how much I denied it. A few times he’d look at me with his intense, dark brown eyes and I’d feel whatever he was trying to say to me through his eyes shoot through my body from one lady brain to the other. My heart would start beating just a little bit faster the longer I stared back and at some point the cliché of how we were the only two people in the room would kick in. I’m sure our friends noticed but never said anything just in case whatever spell was cast around us would disappear. Then he’d lift the corner of his lips a little and I’d have to look away before his mouth morphed into that perfect smile of his and I’d combust. Following that through the rest of our night he’d find ways to sit next ...

... to me, to lean his arm over my leg, brush his leg with mine and then leave it there, and all sorts of little flirty things. The next day though I’d dismiss what happened and blame it on whatever alcohol we were drinking at that time. Since he never said anything either it was easy to convince myself that it wasn’t what I thought (or hoped) it was and meant. Until recently, of course. There wouldn’t be any point in starting a story if it wouldn’t lead anywhere eventful. ***** I was out drinking with my friends at the same bar he was at. I knew he’d be there so I took a little extra time with my appearance before realizing it’d be pretty pointless considering all the other women that would be there. No one can resist that smile of his. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and judged what stared back. My brown hair fell in natural wavy ringlets down my back. My brown eyes were highlighted by the black eyeliner marking their outline and the thick lashes were made to look even thicker by the mascara I’d brushed on. I tilted my head to the side as I contemplated doing anything else but decided against it. I felt like I’d already done too much. Nevertheless, I’d already made the effort so now I’d make the effort to show him that I didn’t make an effort at all! I groaned to myself. Women were ridiculous sometimes. I put on my beaded black gladiators and grabbed a denim jacket to wear over my form fitting orange dress before announcing that I was ready. My roommate, Kate, and I got ...