Aaron

His name was Aaron.

Even as she tried to keep it anonymous—and Mathilde had been successful for the most part….Aaron lingered for the early morning after they were together, but she escaped him with a kiss. A long lingering kiss, him pressing him up against the door jamb naked and neither of them caring if anyone walked through the hallway and saw them. The doorjamb was between her buttocks, as he caressed every inch of her body like he was memorizing her.

She remembered him as she got dressed after he left, it had been an amazing night and she had forgotten how nice it was to be with someone more than once even if it was over the course of the night. And she was thankful for it.

And then he came back, Mathilde gawked at him and he took her hand.

“Good you are dressed, let’s have breakfast,” he said.

What could she say, she was hungry but she did not want to eat with him and his colleagues.

“You go, have breakfast with your colleagues,” she smiled.

“They all had early morning flights—frankly so did I but I blew it off…”

She walked with him, and they got into his car. The drive was picturesque. Mathilde loved big cities, and this city was big for where she was but not like New York where she had lived most of her adult life. In New York, she did not see the scene that she saw with the sky so vast and the sun blowing kisses at her.

The sun was still blowing kisses as she sat in the dinner with him.

“What is your name?” he asked, and his long legs touched her bare ones under the booth.

“Mathilde,” she said easily, not looking up at him taking a mouthful of scrambled eggs.

“Look at me, I love your eyes.”

She looked at him, and it was on right away.

There was a small puddle of people in the diner and the food was amazing. Mathilde got up to go to the bathroom, and he followed her—she felt him behind her.

It was a tiny room, and she looked at him.

“I really have to pee!” she said, and he nodded.

“I want to watch you.”

“Get out of here!”

“No, it turns me on. It is a fetish of mine.”

Mathilde really had to go, and had no time to play with him. She pulled up her dress and squatted over the bowl looking in his eyes. He really did look turned on, he adjusted himself as she wiped herself and he took her hand again to kiss it and lick her fingers before she could wash her hands.

“Do you have to go?” she asked flirtatiously.

He nodded and she really did like to watch a man use the bathroom she realized, even if she would not call it a fetish. He zipped up, and she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Their trip back to the booth was awkward since there were so few people in the diner, but they smiled at each other and held hands when they got back to the table. Their friendly waitress gave them a knowing smile as she placed their check on the table and poured more coffee.

“No rush,” she said.

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