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?Baby, you haven?t told a story yet,? said Hanna sweetly, her fingers combing their way through David?s moistened hair as she kissed his temple. ?Tell us about someone you liked.?The ripples of dark water were streaked with narrow lines of reflected starlight. The night was quiet and the sound of Hanna?s body emerging from the water in order to place her breasts at her husband?s mouth overwhelmed all other noises around us. David took one of Hanna?s areolae into his lips and latched onto her. She closed her eyes in deep pleasure at the drip of oxytocin into her system and she kissed the top of his head in gratitude.With a wet pop and a grunt from Hanna, David looked up at her and said ?Annie.? And he let the name hang in the air for a moment.?Annie had a beautiful multisyllabic name, packed with ?r?s and ?h?s like the purring of a cat, which she shortened to ?Annie? in order to make introductions easier. Her intense brown eyes communicated mischief, and kindness, and a burning intelligence. She was lightning-quick and played with humor, sarcasm, and double-entendre the way that master tennis players can return anything that comes at them and tailor it to the capacity of their partner.I met her in grad school at a party. She was with a friend of mine ? I don?t know how long they had been going out by then, but I felt chemistry with her. I tried desperately to hold it at bay, but she was enthralling? impossible to ignore. Through the rest of the night, I would see her talking to other people and I watched the way she held herself: confident and strong, but with this undertone that held a bit of geeky vulnerability. I?ll be damned Bodrum Escort if that didn?t make her that much more magnetic.I didn?t see her again for a long time and then one quiet Sunday afternoon I was in the back of my mountaineering shop and heard the chimes of the front door. There she was: a little over five feet of her but she was so fucking authoritative. She had a light fleece jacket on over a thin yellow sundress. It was late spring ? I could hear birdsong over the traffic and the air smelled like the way she moved.She needed boots.She unzipped her fleece sweater and placed it beside her on the bench. She was leaving soon for a year-long internship with an NGO in Europe. We talked about break-ins and blisters and of waterproofing. When she slipped off her sandals I worked a new hiking sock over her slender manicured toes. There was a thin silver ring around one of them. I felt it in my chest.I brought her a pair of lightweight Scarpas. The leather was fragrant and mirrored the warm brown color of her skin. When she leaned over on the bench to cinch the laces tight, her partially-buttoned sundress opened onto a view of smooth and unrestricted breasts that I can see in my mind?s eye as vividly as I could that afternoon: tan and round, and I had the briefest glimpse of the umber nipple that tipped the one to my left. I was careful with my gaze and conspicuously redirected it to the boots and volunteered useless information about the brass eyelets. I hid my distraction poorly.Annie was unfazed and calmly tied each boot. I could see in my peripheral vision the satisfying resilient shake of her breasts Bodrum Escort Bayan when she yanked the double-knot. She rose and walked around the store, checking the clearance of the toe, gauging the lift of the heel. She tried on three different pairs and each time she rewarded my professional attention with another display of her riveting body. Her nipples were erect, turgid, and ringed by a constellation of tiny goosebumps at the edges of her areolae. It was clear that her exposure was not accidental and the tone of it was exquisitely-done. The way she carried herself, the way she was dressed, her self-possessedness? it was calm, it was beautiful, and it was one of the most erotic encounters of my life.When she settled on the boot she?d be taking she thanked me. She was warm and polite and I knew she was going away. I handed her one of our business cards with my number on the back:?I don?t know your situation, but I?d love to know you better, and I get it that you?re on your way out of here for who knows how long. Can I buy you dinner? Take you to coffee? Think about it, and if that appeals to you at all, you know how to get ahold of me. Thanks again, for coming in, Annie. It was a pleasure to see you.?She looked at the card quietly. Then lifted her eyes to mine without tilting her head. Her right hand made a scribbling gesture in empty space. I handed her a pen.She slid the card, now bearing her address, back across the table and cocked one eyebrow: ?You don?t have to buy me dinner. You needn?t bring me flowers. Lock the door behind you.?She pivoted on one heel, and before exiting into the beaming Escort Bodrum late afternoon sun, she said, simply: ?Ten.? And her smirk widened into a genuine and deeply affecting smile.??Oooh, Sweetie,? Hanna cooed, ?Annie is a woman of mystery. I like her.??I think you would like her, my beautiful Dear.? David kissed his wife?s forehead and then gestured to me to sit closer. I swirled the coffee bean from my Sambuca in my mouth and nestled in. Hanna placed my right palm on her nipple and smiled.?I think she?d like you back,? he continued, ?and what an absolutely gorgeous sight the two of you together would be.??Her apartment was on the second floor of a nineteenth-century brick building along the river, sheltered by massive maples and sycamores. Crickets called for summer in the distance. As directed, I latched the deadbolt and, boiling with nervous excitement, ascended the gleaming wooden staircase. Her living room was spartan. Tasteful. Candles lit the space with a warm glow that mirrored the calming scent of expensive incense.* I set down the flowers that I was told were unnecessary but that I bought anyway and followed the endlessly stretched and layered notes of what I would years later recognize as Anoushka Shankar.The door was ajar, and this room more brightly lit. She lay facing away from me: one leg tucked beneath her duvet, and the other slung over it. Her contours were heightened by the intensity of the white of her sheets and the darkness of her skin. Each curve was buttery. Sublime. One hand was held over the breasts that had been so generously shared with me that afternoon. Her short black hair was tucked behind her ear and it rolled lazily off of her forehead as she turned to look back at me.?I?m glad you came, David,? she said softly and articulately. She smiled again and I was absolutely lost in the sweetness of her face.She reached up and tugged at my clothing: ?This should go.?