Sheri was sitting on a stool, sipping a glass of red wine, at the casino bar. I approached, positioned myself next to her then overtly gave Sheri the once over, starting at her head then lowering my gaze down. Her stare was forward as she watched my reflection in the mirror on the wall behind the bar.
The barista inquired as to my drink selection. My gaze shifted to the right as I ordered a Stella. It was then that I inhaled deeply. My nostrils detected a familiar pungent fragrance. Instinctively my head tracked to the source of the intoxicating scent which was to the left towards Sheri.
She knew my attention was garnered. There was a smirk of confidence or better said, control, painted on Sheri's face. I took my second deep breath, this time sucking the air past my lips, down my throat and into my expanding chest. Sheri turned her gaze from the mirror behind the bar to my eyes. She watched my expression as I licked my lips and swallowed knowing that the buds of my tongue tasted the ravenous flavor of pussy.
My gaze and Sheri's gaze mutually shifted downwards. Her knees had parted causing the hem of her skirt to rise exposing the flesh of her legs. What Sheri noted was a huge bulge below the belt fastened around the waistband of my trousers. Our stares stayed fixated for seconds as she sat and I stood frozen interpreting the visual and aromatic stimuli.
The sound of the barista setting my beer glass on the wood surface caused Sheri and I to look up. We smiled at the barista then Sheri and I reached for our glasses, toasted by clanking them together with neither of us saying a word verbally, leaving our eyes and attributes to express our lust.
Sheri swiveled her bar stool until her front was facing mine. I placed my strong hands on her knees, slowly prying them outwards. The hem of Sheri's skirt crept up her legs exposing the flesh to her upper thighs. An invisible but tangible fog of Sheri's hypnotizing sex scent emanated from beneath her skirt to swirl around my head.