I still smile when I think about it. It was just another one of those spur of the moment events. Yesterday, I took a two hour lunch break with Jolene (not her real name) at the Spindletop, high above downtown. Over a light salad and a sprinkling of Chablis we talked mostly of her suspicions that her husband was having an affair. “Who cares if he is” I said and she seemed genuinely shocked.
The lunch is another story, what makes we smile was the little encounter I had in the elevator when we left the restaurant. As we entered a handsome man in a business suit, about 50 was kindly keeping the doors open for us and he gave me a little smile. It was the ol’ smile and raised eyebrow combo which is always a sure sign the man is flirting. Another party of people followed us in and it got a little cramped. With my back to the hansome man, I continued the conversation with Jolene and casually placed my hand on his crotch. Hell why not? Yall would not complain if it happened to you? Well he didn’t. The ride was about 30 stories down, and that gave me just enough time to rub him though his pants to a nice hard on. He was clearly well endowed man. Mmmm. When we arrived in lobby, I just stepped out of the elevator with Jolene and didn’t even look back. Maybe he will complain?