Were all guys that immature? She only seemed to attract children running around in men's suits. Was it her? Maybe she was unconsciously giving off some vibe that said, "Let me spend our whole relationship bolstering your self-esteem. Really, it turns me on!"

She would kill for a lover who was more self-managed. Somebody who had a job that they actually liked, instead of working as Ricky had done in a dead-end marketing position with a boring company. She wanted to date someone who was turned on by life. Hearing Ricky complain about work made her juices dry up so fast that all of the K-Y jelly in the world couldn't get her wet again.

Sarah decided to go for a walk at lunch time instead of chatting with her girl pals up in the editorial office. She worked at a women's magazine, which was professionally fulfilling but totally dull, personally speaking. The estrogen level got so heavy at work sometimes that she thought she was going to choke. And she couldn't even let off some sexual steam with a hot office flirtation. She was already fending off the copyeditor's advances. Regina, an athletic and glamorous-looking lesbian, was friendly, but Sarah wasn't interested in taking a naked trip to the sauna with her, as Regina frequently proposed.

Sarah sighed. Maybe she was just too limited in her thinking. A flirtation with lesbianism, or at least a bout of bisexuality, could be just the thing to cure her of her depression. But try as she might, she had been unable to muster up any interest in licking or stroking another woman's body. Part of her wished she could get into it. Regina was intelligent, attractive, and well-paid. She had positive energy and a sharp wit. She wasn't a dullard like Ricky. But she lacked a penis, which was a definite drawback, and vibrators and dildos just didn't do it for Sarah. (Lesbians, vibrators, and dildos, oh, my!)

So the inevitable search for a suitable man was still underway, much as it exhausted her. Sarah decided to grab a sandwich at the deli and head for the park for some sun. The weather was lovely, a comfy 70 degrees. A good time to work on her tan without sweating through the creases of her Ann Taylor suit.

She sat down on the bench, giving a yawn and a quick stretch. Ahhh. This was what she needed. To be outside and soak up some of that solar prana. She had once had a yoga instructor who said that the sun provided you with spiritual energy. Well, Sarah was up for a spiritual boost. Combine it with a yummy tuna wrap, and the perfect lunch hour could be had.

She had finished her sandwich and was sitting, half-dozing, when the man approached her. A tall, businessman type in a dark gray suit, the sun blocked his face as she looked up at him. "Mind if I sit here for a bit?" His voice had cool, crisp, British tones.

Blinking up at him, Sarah said, "Uh, sure." Great. Somebody imposing on her lunch hour. She wondered how long it would take for him to hit on her.

The man sat scooping up spoonfuls of soup from a plastic cup. He seemed a bit shy. Sarah took a closer glance at him. Whoa! The man was a hottie. His dark hair was bushy and thick, swept over his forehead in a soft wave. His eyes looked like they were - oops! He had caught her staring at him. His eyes were an intense green. He seemed undisturbed by her gaze. He cracked a friendly smile, and his eyes lit up. "Can I help you with something?"

Ooooh, that sexy British politeness. It sent a heat wave through her. So far, he'd been sitting next to her for ten minutes, and there was no sign of the obvious pick-up lines like, "Do you come here often? Where do you work?" and all of the other warning signs of a future stalker/loser.

Perversely, his reserve only made her want to get to know him better.

Her mind racing, she tried to come up with an interesting response. "Oh, you reminded me of someone, that's all." Hell. That was a transparent lie.

"Oh? Who?" he asked, amused.

"Um, (Come on, Sarah!) you reminded me of an ex-lover. For a moment there, I had a sensual flashback."

She was obviously suffering from sunstroke! She couldn't believe she had said that to him.

But the man seemed only more interested in her. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. Do you still long for this lover?" He was grinning at her, a sexy crease evident at his eyes. She liked that he was older, in his 40's, not some 20-something man-child.

She decided to go for it. "I do, actually. It's not so much that I miss him personally, mind you - he was a bit of a cad. (Oh great, now she was being fake British!) It's more his skills in the bedroom that have left a big vacuum in my life."

"How terrible for you," he said, flirting right back. "I do hope you that you are recovering. I suppose your current lover is helping to fill that vacuum?"

She shook her head, smiling wistfully. "Actually, I have no current lover."

"Hmm."

She couldn't believe she was pursuing this guy so openly. But something was inspiring her to be daring. Maybe she should take the afternoon off from work in favor of some sexual R & R...

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