Watching Ipanema

He watched her secretly from the sequestered shade of the table's umbrella.  Watched little beads of sweat pearling delicately at her neck and sliding downward intrigued and eager to continue their journey through the valley of her breasts.  The heat of the day maintained its tenacious hold even in the shade!  Nursing a double shot of bourbon didn't help, yet he intended to sit back and "reconnoiter" from this hidden vantage.  He was mentally preening; finished and supremely satisfied with his latest business merger, returning to the States tomorrow morning, it was time to wind down and enjoy the early evening sights of the city.

She was sipping water full of ice and pensively considering a text message she'd just received.  He smiled, thinking she wouldn't have to text him - he'd happily be at her beck and call.  Damn, she provoked all kinds of fantasies!  His body reacted with a sudden jolt of desire; all of his nerve endings fired at the same time!  Her smile gradually grew wider until she has a full-fledged grin on her face; that message must be very amusing!  When she laughed aloud throwing back her head, he leaned forward slightly and watched the way her hair cascaded past her cheek, then ear, falling over her shoulder.  The curled ends clutching at her chair's back as she looked heavenward, rolling her eyes in disbelief.  Beautiful...that throaty laugh, deep, from the gut, a real laugh not a simpering giggle. He'd like to hear her moaning, hear her passionate murmuring, feel her trembling beneath him; shit!

He noted she was a mature woman, thirty-five or so.  Suited by some notable designer and legs that went up that tapered straight skirt forever!  His grandfather called them "gams"!  Yeah, she had great gams!  The right crossed securely over the left, slanted slightly, smooth and tawny.  Delicious!

They'd both arrived at the elegant open air restaurant at the same time albeit from different directions.  They had shared the same waiter.  His dinner had been served first and he had consumed it in good time.  She'd ordered a large salad which remained untouched.  Apparently, the sheath of papers beside the salad was the object of her appetite at the moment.  Her manicured fingers shuffled through the pile, extracting a selection, she wrote notes in the margin, replaced the sheet back with its fellows and began the search anew.  What a lovely woman!  He'd like to run his tongue along the length of her neck sampling the taste of her all the way to her taunt, straining nipples that were teasing him mercilessly; though he wouldn't stop there, no, he'd taste all the sweet spots! Fuck!

She gestured to the waiter, a request was made, another sip of water, the waiter returns with a small ice bucket.  She picks up a large, perfectly squared piece of ice and applies its coolness to her throat and moves it slowly down between her breasts, the melting water deliberately insinuating itself in the fabric of her blouse its moist fingers caressing their fullness.  They'd fit perfectly in his hands.  He stifled a growl as he grabbed his glass to down the remainder of the bourbon and signalled to the waiter for another double shot.  

Slowly, he pushes his chair away from the table; picks up his glass and makes his way toward her and something else.  Introducing himself, he eases into the chair opposite her saying,  "May I join you?"  She's rather disconcerted by his boldness, but responds to his disarming smile and intense dark brown eyes. He reaches over the ice bucket to pluck the cube from her fingers, brings it to his mouth and deliberately sucks her taste from the ice then drops it in the hot bourbon!  That was the beginning -- the rest you know.