Meeting Lena

Lena showed up from London and stayed only a few days. We set it up on the phone without a picture, no names beyond the first, just a time and a place. The second she stepped in the room, the air changed. We locked eyes and the silence between us felt thick, already electric. She was all soft blonde curls, tight little shorts riding high on that big ass, and a slow, knowing smile that promised trouble. We leaned into each other like gravity had made up its mind. Fingertips brushed. Breath caught. Whatever had been planned next, it was already happening.