The Encounter

Biting my lip, watching her next to her minivan at the gas pump across from me, and beginning to feel that familiar tingling. What can I say--I have a thing for soccer moms.

Walking up to her, and leaning in close, my breasts brushing lightly against her shoulder, speaking softly in her ear: "You know, if I were into women--which I am--I think I'd pull that sundress off of you and devour you."

Then turning away, driving off. I've given her plenty to think about, don't you agree?