Alonzo stared at the woman ahead of him. He had never before seen such an incredibly beautiful woman in all his life. He had dreamed of many sensuous women no more beautiful than this one, all of them falling hopelessly in love with him. Usually, his fantasy women were clad in long, body revealing nighties or skimpy bras and thongs; though this dark-haired woman looked very sexy in her tight-fitting pin-stripe skirt suit, he could picture her in more sultry dress. In his dreams, he was always much more muscular and bare-chested with a long ponytail down his back, not the shorthaired nerd he was. As he stood there, Alonzo realized that this real woman might notice his ogling and tried desperately not to stare, averting his lustful gaze to examine something invisibly attached to his shoes. When he looked up, she had turned more in his direction, apparently looking for something or someone. Alonzo could feel the sweat beneath his shirt cascading in rivulets down his back. Certain she would notice him, he decided to go back into Starbucks for a biscotti or Danish. As he turned around, a large burly man strode past, bumping into his arm and spilling his coffee down his pristine white shirt.

“Sorry, buddy,” the man apologized as he continued on. Muttering a thanks under his breath, Alonzo changed course and made his way through the somewhat crowded plaza toward the restrooms.

He cursed himself in his mind. There were many attractive women in the world, many attractive women in the office tower where he worked. None of them ever noticed him and none of them were nearly as beautiful as that woman somewhere behind him. What was he thinking? How could he be so foolish as to gawk like some country bumpkin on his first visit to the big city? Threading his way through the plaza, he arrived at the door to the men’s room.

It was locked. Looking up, he discovered a sign reading “See vendor for restroom key.” Muttering under his breath, Alonzo headed back to Starbucks to acquire the restroom key. Now he was going to be late getting back from his break. As he reentered Starbucks, the brunette in the skirt suit was walking out. As their eyes met, he tried desperately not to look more the dolt than he did already.

“Excuse me,” she said in husky yet sensuous voice. “Could you show me where to find the restroom?”

Alonzo felt his heart pound in his chest and for a moment, he just stared into her large, beautiful eyes wishing he was dreaming.

“It’s right over there,” he replied, turning slightly and pointing in the direction he came. “You’ll need a key to get in.”

“Thanks,” she replied, smiling and holding up a key attached to a metal espresso cup.

Smiling as nicely as possible, he stepped to the side and allowed her to pass. He watched as she crossed the plaza, her movements causing greater arousal. Without further hesitation, Alonzo entered the store and requested the key to the men’s room.

“Someone just took it,” the young woman behind the counter replied. “Would you like something to clean your shirt, sir?”

Alonzo accepted the offer, trying to relax until the guy with key returned. He dabbed at the dark brown coffee stain on his shirt and was glad it hadn’t spilled further down and that he didn’t like cream. When he had finished, Alonzo handed the rag back to the young woman behind the counter. A few minutes later, the beautiful brunette returned and smiled at Alonzo as she approached the side counter.

“I see you got the coffee out,” she said.

“Yeah, I’m glad it wasn’t worse,” he said nervously, feeling renewed arousal at her closeness.

“Yeah, good thing,” she said, handing the key back to the attendant. “Well, hope the rest of your day goes better. I work upstairs in accounting. Maybe I’ll see ya’ later.”

She smiled and turned away, walking across the plaza to the elevators. Alonzo watched her leave and noted every move of her body, his arousal growing. Trying to keep his excitement from being too obvious and decided he’d be a little later getting back to work. Just then, he heard the young woman behind the counter.

“Sir? Here’s the men’s room key,” she said, handing him a key attached to a metal espresso cup.