She braced herself, and tried to not breathe in hard.  Her mind whirled, why this again?  He had only placed his hand on the back of her waist, briefly, as they exited the winebar.  A soft skimming, over the high part of her hip, and dipped into the curve of her lower spine, and then across the side of her other hip... but a little lower.  He seemed not to notice, fumbling for the keys to his car in the one hand, making sure to keep the door held open for her and the two women following right behind them.  She stepped to his side, while he waited.  She watched his profile, little lines fanning down from his grey eyes, a touch of silver sprouting behind a pale temple.  She traced the flow of blood through the vein into his hairline with her eyes. He turned to her, and she found herself just a few inches from his face for the first time.  He paused, she pulled back, and then apologized. 

I'm sorry, she mumbled, I didn't mean to do that.  She had been wondering about his kiss, how the pressure would feel against her lips.  Hard, soft, aggressive, limp?  It had been some time since she had had a first kiss.  He cocked his head sideways, holding her gaze.  May I? he asked, reaching to pull a strand of her hair behind her ear.  She nodded as he leaned in, and landed on her lips.  Just a smooch, and little pull in her back, and then he let her go again.  Another couple exited the door beside them, and they stepped back into the alcove of bushes and bench for waiting patrons.  

Let me me know, he said.  I don't want to push and I don't want to guess. Just, let me know.  He took her hand and squeezed it, and then placed it on his leg.  It's your move now.  He lifted her fingers and kissed the tips, and then put her hand back on her lap.  Her fingers landed on a large rose in the floral silk print.  She traced the edges of the leaves, thinking of the soft petals and promises of ages that lay in a rose.  She wore that dress with hope tonight, she wore that dress for romance.

Come for me tomorrow, she said.  I will be ready for you. She returned his gaze with two eyes, and let her lips break into a soft smile.  Her tongue slipped across the bottom of her top lip, and she smiled more, as if she'd just had a lick of her favorite sherbet on a hot day.  Except she wasn't seven any more. Glistening teeth showed in her grin, as her body flooded with the sparkles of desire.  She felt a surge of heat between her legs, and a pull in her belly.  Heat blushed up between her breasts, and wrapped her neck like a boa of ermine feathers.  She put his hand at the top of her thigh, pulling the hemline of her dress just above her knee.  Then she squeezed his hand again.  Come for me tomorrow.   

He reached to stroke the back of her neck, fingers whisping the long strands of hair that had worked free of the clip she had put in hours ago.  Pulling her gently towards him, he leaned in for another kiss, this time not ending after the first pucker.  He pushed his mouth firmly, but without crushing hers, and parted her lips with his, his tongue tracing where hers had just slid.  This time her back did not brace, but instead buckled under the touch, and she arched her warm breasts into his arm.  She kissed back with more fervor than she had expected, than she had remembered.  Come for me tomorrow, she whispered in his ear, then got up and crossed the lot to her car.  She turned back to see him once again, still sitting on the bench wrapped in bougainvillea where moments ago they had been kissing.  She blew him a kiss, and then turned away at last.  It was going to be a long, long night alone in bed.