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I don't remember who made the conversation start, but I remember that I felt wonderful talking to him. He was intelligent, witty and listened to my opinions. Suddenly it dawned on me, he was flirting with me! A younger man as handsome as he was, hitting on little old me! I'm sure he saw the realization come over me as I crossed my legs under the table and try to make it look not so obvious that he was giving me butterflies. Nervously, I tried my best to flirt back; it has been so long since I had tried I wasn't sure I was doing it right. I felt like a schoolgirl again, giggling and playing with my hair.

I uncrossed my legs and re-crossed them, however this time I felt a slight movement from my nylons against my clitoris. It seemed to tickle so badly that I nearly blurted out a snicker. A wave of good feeling rushed over my body and I felt my face and chest go flush. I looked at my watch and realized that I was already late for work, I lost track of time flirting with this good-looking man.

He asked me if I was interested in borrowing a book we had been discussing. I told him that I really had to get to work. As I said those words, I felt his hand touch my knee under the table; another warm rush came over me. He lightly pleaded that I should really read this book.