He reaches across my face, to accept the drink.
His muscular, hairless arm is very close to my lips. I gently blow a warm breath over it and innocently close my eyes.
Settling back, we share the sticky arm rest. A gentle push marks my territory. The lack of resistance gives me great satisfaction and confidence.
Slowly, I slide my foot into his zone.
How I love playing games with long haul strangers.
Originally published: Paragraph Planet