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 The Legend of Kyle

   She had gone out wanting nothing more than a quiet drink and a moment in
public.  It was a restaurant she had never been to before.  With what her
life had become, a change of scenery was welcome.  There was the extra
incentive to do this away from the places close to home.  One did not meet
a total stranger near where they lived.  She asked for a table in the bar
area and was told by the female she thought of as a child, to basically
pick one.  The woman, old enough to have children and foolish enough to
have trusted a man enough to marry him, made her way to the bar and ordered
and iced tea.  The man had seemed kind enough for her to at least consider
meeting him here.  She had wanted something stronger, something to make her
forget how silly this really was, but she had driven here.  She was an
adult, and therefore taking even one drink of strong spirits meant she
really could not drive.  She turned to make her way back to an open table
and sat there sipping her tea and wondering what life would deal for her
next.

   She had managed to get herself lost in thought while she was waiting,
sipping tea completely unaware she was doing so, recalling the clothes he
said he'd have on and his picture with the sweet dark brown eyes, at least
until some bumped her elbow as she was taking a drink and spilled the last
third of the tea on her dress.  She swung her head sharply in the direction
of the bumper, intending to cut whoever it was to pieces with her glare. 
She had something sharp to say to the person until her soft blue eyes met
his green ones.  She felt a click in her head and her saucy remark just
vanished.  The man with the green eyes smiled and said a quiet, "Please
forgive me." She nodded absently.  Her mind felt sluggish until he turned
and made for the bar.  She got up to go clean up in the ladies room feeling
still a bit on autopilot, as if she might be in a dream.

   In the ladies room she looks over her longish skirt.  It was not too wet
from the drink and maybe a few drops had gotten on her blouse.  Luckily the
bathroom had one of those blowing hand dryers, which she used to dry her
skirt off.  Once her skirt was dry, she reached under and slid off her
panties and tucked them into her purse.  She looked in the mirror and
looked over herself.  She blinked at her reflection and wondered why, in
the name of all that was sane; were her panties were stuffed in her purse
and even more why the crotch was wet.  She washed her hands and dried them
and left the ladies room as another woman came in.  They passed an informal
greeting of smiles and she made her way back to her table.

   Her tea had been refilled and she needed it.  She was feeling as if the
cooling in this place might be failing.  She looked around to see if Norm
had arrived.  She looked over those gathered around the bar, but her scan
stopped.  She was looking into those green eyes again.  She felt her pulse
race and what seemed like a flood between her legs.  He raised a stein of
beer to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.  How dare he stare at her
like this!  She did not notice that in her mind the rest of the restaurant
seemed to just vanish.  Everything but his eyes ceased to exist to her. 
Spread your legs, his eyes told her.  What a perfectly insane thing to
consider, she thought as her knees parted.  Don't let them hear you moan,
his eyes told her.  Why would I moan, she fumed in her mind just before she
felt the lips of her very wet sex spread apart.  She saw only his green
eyes, but she could feel the muscles in her sex curve around something,
something thick and hard and hot inside her, moving slowly and deeply.  Her
hand gripped the glass of ice white knuckled and she clamed her mouth
closed on a deep moan.  It was intense and completely impossible.  She was
being fucked, sitting in a booth in a restaurant, by a man on the other
side of the room.  It did not last for too long and then she felt the warm
radiant of his seed spilling into her and slowly the room came back into
focus.  She took a drink of her iced tea and then turned as a man stopped
at her table.

   "Nancy?" He smiled as he looked to her.  "Am I interrupting?"

   "Norm." She smiled and gestured to the seat opposite her.  "No, I
thought I saw an old friend at the bar but he is too young." Norm sat and
the two started talking.  Nancy managed not to groan as she felt what ever
was holding her open leave her.  She would think of what those green eyes
had done to her through out her `getting to meet you' date.  She would
think about it more when she woke up in Norm's arms, she had not been
attracted to the man but those greens eyes had left her so hungry...

   The green eyes, the ones Nancy would glance to find during her date, had
left soon after she had felt that damned emptiness between her legs.  Kyle
had taken his feed for the moment and there would be time to find Nancy
tomorrow.