The Moment

The man made his move the moment her

husband went to the john and she

had to admire his cheek as he

blatantly hit on her as she

smiled and nodded and

said little while waiting for her

husband to return and stop it but

five minutes became ten and the guy’s

knee was rubbing her thigh when she realised

he wasn’t coming back, was

watching somewhere in the crowded bar,

wanted this thing he’d often

whispered in her ear, was

imagining everything from this guy’s

hand first touching her bare leg to that last

cum-scented kiss she would give him as she

eased him from their house

into the cold pre-dawn

hoping no one could see her

sore, stained, naked body, and for the

first time she really looked at the guy,

found herself attracted and thought

well, why not?