i stood there in the coffee shop as i watched the girl behind the counter make me a mocha. the door creaked open and i saw a man walk in with a shaved head and pail white skin. my eyes shifted back to the girl and he stood right beside me. a few moments later he opened his mouth, asked for a coffee, my whole body shuddered, my eyes rolled and closed shut. his accent was english and i melted as i stood there wondering what i was doing again. if anyone was focused on me they would notice a sudden change in my demeanor. my breathing had quickened and i had to focus with all my might to carry the mocha to the table behind the english gentleman to get a lid.

i walked past him and went outside. the air stung my heated skin as i sat on the bench watching the street before me. a few moments later he walked out the coffee shop and walked passed me. i was curious about him and wondered if he was a visitor like myself. i would have loved for him to sit beside me and just talk about his adventures so i could bask in the sounds coming from his mouth. he would talk of travels and my panties would slowly be soaking.

the next time you speak in public, watch for those that can hear you. you may be getting them off.