Universal Force of Attraction

This is my story, characters and poems.


Sara woke up a little tired, she had stayed up late posting her poem and reading some of the other posts on AFF. After a quick shower, she went to her closet to find something to wear, stopping to look at herself in the mirror. Her naked body glistened from the moisture that still clung to it. Her immediate thoughts were that she was a fairly sexy looking woman when she was naked. But as she continue to look at every detail and every curve she was excited by the way she looked, especially now that she was shaved. She let out a breath and went to her underwear drawer, shuffling through the choices of colors and shapes. But there was one in particular that she wanted. She found it, went to the mirror and proceeded to slip it over her feet and slowly pull it up. It was a tiny Caribbean blue lace thong with small white pearls going up the butt. She had bought it at least a year ago at The Belly Button Boutique one day when visiting Maggie at work. Maggie talked her into it with the matching bra of course but Sara never wore the thong because of the hair that would have stuck out around it. Now she was shaved and she looked very, very sexy in it. She went back to the bathroom and put on her make-up, then quickly grabbed the matching low cut lace bra and clasped it together. ‘Wow,’ she thought to herself. Now what to put over it. She was going to be sexy underneath but what about the covering. She pulled out numerous jeans, skirts and dresses and tried them on. None of them, at least today, matched the mood she was in. She pulled out a brown halter back dress and held it up to herself, letting her long blond hair fall in front of her shoulders. This is it, she thought. The bra would have to go. She slipped out of it and put on the dress. It had a shelf bra with a low cut front, enhancing Sara’s 34 inch bust and cleavage and had a very tight, body hugging fit. Falling just above her knees in length, her remaining shapely legs on 3 1/2 inch heeled sandal shoes finished the look. Now she was ready for the day. She grab a quick breakfast and headed for the door. On the floor was an envelope with her name on it. She opened it and pulled out a card. The cover had a cute little puppy on the outside looking sad or upset. Opening it, before even reading it, she glanced at the bottom to see the signer. It was from Robert. He wrote about how sorry he was that it happened again to them, that her friendship was more important to him and he hoped that she didn’t think he was getting involved with her or getting serious. Before he signed the bottom he wrote, Are You OK? She shook her head. Poor Robert was feeling all the guilt, while she was fine now with all that had happened between them, even enjoying her new look. She was more interested in getting to the bottom of the poem posting and what was happening in connection to it. But now she was going to try to avoid him today and tonight, which would make him feel even worse, like something was wrong. She would call him when she got to her car and leave a message on his machine that they were fine.
Sara walked to the elevator, pushed the button and waited for its arrival. It was twenty after 8, she would get to Maggie’s store in about half an hour. When the doors opened, she was slightly startled by one older woman and two guy’s already in the elevator. Usually at 9 AM when she left the house the elevator was empty. They all looked out at Sara at the same time and Sara’s first glance was at the woman who looked Sara over and then looked away, the guys just stared her down as she entered the elevator. Sara spun around facing the door, leaving them looking at her backside. She could feel their eyes on her, almost undressing her and she smiled a big grin they couldn’t see, thinking if they only could see what was underneath it all, her little thong and shaved clit. ‘That would get those hearts pumping,’ she chuckled to herself. The elevator arrived at the garage level and everyone walked out. The two guys stopped on the sidewalk and Sara could hear them talking as she headed for her car. She felt her nipples harden and press against the fabric of her dress as she walked through the much cooler garage.
“Excuse me, miss?” came from behind Sara. She had just arrived at her car and turned to see who was calling, turning off the alarm with a small beep.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, my name is Rick, uh or Ricky to some people, anyway I just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look this morning. Wherever you’re headed, you’ll knock em dead. I’m not good with pick up lines so I’ll just …
“Are you trying to pick me up?” Sara cut him off giggling at the same time.
“...say it. Uh, no miss, well yes, maybe, if that line works on you.” Rick said with a big grin on his face, “I just wanted to tell you how nice you looked. What’s your name?”
Sara noticed his eyes glance across her chest. He had to be noticing her hard nipples.
“Now that’s leaning in pretty far don‘t you think. You find out my name, you can find out where I live,” she quizzed him but smiling all the while.
“Well then how about we save that question for later today when you meet me for a drink after work , maybe at Curly’s down the street.”
Sara could tell he was uncomfortable, so was she. Most of the time she was shy around people she didn‘t know, something she had to overcome if she was going to be a successful real estate agent. He looked to be in his mid or late 20’s. Broad shoulders, with a full looking chest under his blue denim work shirt. Blue jeans, black short hair, almost military in its cut, brown eyes, strong jaw with a nice friendly smile. He held keys in one hand and a rolled up tube of papers in the other, like building plans. Tonight was not a good night, she wanted to be around someone familiar. But she liked the way he looked, he was cute, one drink might be ok. She had only been to Curly’s once and only to take a client there to write an offer on a unit in her building. It was mostly a bar, but they did serve burgers and greasy food, not exactly on Sara menu most days. She hesitated to answer, ‘this feels wrong,’ she thought, ‘like I’m walking right into the poem. I need to fight this a little more if I’m going to know what’s happening.’ She could feel her body stirring, tingling, slightly excited. Meeting someone like this added an element of sensuousness to it. Most dates she went on were either setups or after being out somewhere, getting to know someone, she would then go out on a date.
“I would enjoy having a drink with you , but tonight’s not a good night,” the words of her mouth not exactly matching the desire in her body.
“What about tomorrow, what‘s tomorrow, Thursday, yeah,” he pressed.
“That would be ok, I’m free in the evening.”
“How about we meet at seven, at Curly’s.
“That sounds like a plan, I’ll meet you there at seven,” Sara said, hesitation in her voice, replaying the poem in her mind, but smiling back at him anyway.
“I’ve got to get going and deliver these plans to my crew. So I’ll see you then. Have a nice day.”
Sara felt like a cold bitch. She hadn’t told him her name and she felt like her answers were short. She hadn’t said much, but what did he expect for such an impromptu meeting. She settled on that he probably did think she was a bitch. ‘What was she worried about,’ she thought, ‘he had to live in Arboretum Estates because the only way in here was through security or by showing an ID and he had a parking space.’
“Hey Rick,” she called out, Rick turning around but still walking backwards, “thank you for the compliment. My name is Sara and your pick up line was perfect.”
He smiled and waved his hand over his head, “nice to meet you Sara.”
Sara got into her car, looked in the mirror to smooth out her lipstick and fluff her long blond hair. She started the engine and pulled out of her space. She started driving not really paying attention , the poem keep playing in her mind, now Rick and meeting him. Suddenly she slammed on her breaks. Rick had come out into the driveway, waving his hands at her to stop. She had almost hit him. She rolled down her window and Rick walked up and held out a card.
“Here’s my business card in case something comes up.”
Sara glanced at the card, Rick Alleto, Builder, Phoenix Properties, Inc. The real estate agent came out in her as she thought about giving him her card, then changed her mind.
“Thanks Rick, see you tomorrow,” rolling up her window she sped off. She looked in her mirror to see him still standing in the driveway watching her leave.