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.

Space Invader.

How I love playing games with long haul strangers.


Originally published: Paragraph Planet