LATTE LUST

I am jammed. Sipping my coffee, strong, but still not lighting up any bright lights. Had to get out of my dreary room and into the world. The coffee shop is comfy, has wifi , casual ambience, and people, so why not? She came in and, oh my, I couldn't take my eyes off Her. I decided to capture this moment, perhaps the inspiration I needed to get something ‘going’. She was certainly interesting enough. Have to be discreet, don't stare, long legs, high heels, tight jeans, firm round rump, tank top defining breasts, pert and high …oh my god....nipples! Was she glancing at me? Did she catch me staring? I hid behind my tablet, like a grade-schooler behind a textbook. Quick write....get it all down, this stunning vision...the earrings some kind of dangling delicate stone, hair piled tight and high, accentuating an exquisite

neck...a tapered nose with a cute bob tip, and small mouth with plump lips, so naturally pouty...the beauty mark on her right cheek between nose and mouth and a angular jaw. Strong, not severe, the eyes I could not tell... the shades adding mystery. Write this down, it just may lead to something.

"Are you photographing me?" She now towered over me as I sat low in my club chair. She was removing her sunglasses...they were green…deep green. Of course they were gorgeous, what else would one expect?

“What...no. I 'm writing, not taking pictures. I'm not like that. I wouldn't...” I held up the tablet to show her the text.

You’re no voyeur? You don't snap ‘Candids’ with that thing? Just writing....

I see that. Quite active...Are you writing about me?

Why would you say that?

You stare, you write...you're lips move.

Am I doing that again? Bad habit in public. Don't write in public that much…mostly my room.”

“When Mum and Dad aren’t looking?”  Her tongue, acerbic?

Had to get out ...find some inspiration ...going a bit batty. Just had a thought is all…need to get it down once it happens, can’t get distracted or I lose it altogether.

Did you lose it or find it?

What?

The thought. Your inspiration.

Oh. No. Yes. The Inspiration…I think so.

Am I your inspiration.?

I....

I did inspire something, didn't I? Mind if I sit?

Are you kidding? It would be my pleasure...please.

What do you write?

Fiction.

Novels?

Oh there’s an idea in the works, but new territory for me. It’s quite trendy…don’t know if I can write “trendy”.

Then why chase the trend? It will probably be over by the time you end.

I doubt that, not this one.

What about the others?

Way too many go unfinished ...now it’s mostly short stories. Poetry...lately.

That must be very lucrative.

Ha! Hardly. I actually am a photographer by trade. Food. Tabletop. My specialty. Advertisements… boring things mostly…condiments, dinner plates, hamburgers...unexciting but  pays the bills. It’s what I do, not who I am, and it gives me time to write between assignments.

So what exactly do you write?

Pardon?

Topics…genre?

Oh....

Yes?

Well I'm trying my hand at ‘intelligent erotica’.

She laughed loud and hard. Other patrons took some notice but went back to their lattes and devices.

Sorry. It's just when one is trying their ‘hand with erotica’ it's usually not in public.

Funny.

What exactly is ...you know...’intelligent erotica’? Porn for smart people. Titillation for techies?

Not prurient…not smutty. Some sense of style and taste. Are you mocking me?

Sorry, yeah,  it might sound it.  I can be a smartass. But wait! Having a smart ass might apply to intelligent erotica, wouldn't you say?

You are witty.

But then ‘dumb ass’ or ‘smart ass’, it's still an ass and I suspect just as erotic given the occasion. Does my ass look stupid to you?

I wouldn't know,

Yes you would. What did you write about my ass?

I didn't notice.

Oh, bullshit. Come on!

Firm round rump.

That's nice of you. And the rest?

I slid the tablet across the coffee table to her side without words. She accepted it, lifted it, smiling, brow arched...curious, she took

a sip of coffee and began to read. It seemed to amuse her. She giggled here and there. " You DO have an eye for detail. ‘Mr. Photographer’.”

Phil.

Well Phil, I see the descriptive but where's the story going?

I don't know, just got started, need some direction.

Since I seem to have inspired something...maybe I can help with that…

Oh, yes, don't get me wrong. You're quite beautiful I just can't say where I'll go from here.

A smartass might respond “my place", but I'm not that stupid. Just a joke...can't resist.

I see. That’s a cruel trait coming from a woman like you.

Can you?

What?

Resist?

I....

I like shy men. I tease…

Quite the invitation…

Would you like to? You've been looking hard enough...would you like to?

Very much.

Oh! Not so shy! Do you shoot nudes or do they have to be on a tabletop, too?

I have, yes...in various circumstances.

So have I, not professionally mind you....and I have modeled as well. I'm not shy about it.

No, nothing shy about you...

Am I coming on too strong for you Phillip? Would you rather I not disturb you?

No!…and, no.

But I do disturb you don't I?

You know what you are doing, and, yes, I do find you disturbing, but in a good way.

Good, so what say we do something bad? You and me, am I ‘intelligent’ enough for you? I hope you don't find my ass to be asinine, or my tits dim, …and, oh, my stupid little cooch...poor dear.

My, you do speed ahead, don’t you? Somehow I doubt each of those.

Good, because, fact is, I'm fucking brilliant at what I do. Is that intelligent enough for you?

Beyond words.

Which is exactly where we go next.

So we did, and believe me,  it was.