Our eyes meet, mine deep brown and dark and hers green and shining like emeralds, all the more enhanced by the dark mascara around them. XXX Completely without any expectation of rebuke I slide my right hand inside her coat, no more than two or three buttons down. Not by the spoken word of course – we have not exchanged so much as a ‘hello’, but simply the way she is pressing herself up against me. I almost feel I need these luggage racks to support my weakening legs. I allow my fingers to inveigle their way between the buttons of her quite obviously thin silky blouse. I can’t really tell which of my fingers locates the real prize just a few inches lower.
