What is it about someone that first attracts you? Is it mile long legs, a tight round ass or full perky breasts? Or is it something more subtle like the way his eyes widen with an inner recognition the first time he sees you?

Standing in line at Starbucks waiting for my morning shock of caffeine, I like to people watch. Mornings are especially fun for this because there are two basic types of people: morning people and those who hate morning people. The violent combination if those two groups is a Molotov Cocktail just waiting for a spark to fly, and it frequently does.

This morning my attention was riveted on the older intellectual man whistling Beethoven’s 9th totally oblivious to the hung over Goth girl standing behind him with murder radiating from her murky eyes. I was wondering just how long her self-control would last when I saw him.

And everyone else faded away.

He was at the front of the line and had reached out to take his Venti cup. As his fingers closed around it, I felt my nipples pucker as if it were my breasts his hands were cupping. Achingly slow, he raised the cup to his lips, not yet tasting, as he breathed in the scent of his coffee. I could almost feel his breath on my neck.

I moaned when he opened his mouth to take that first sweet taste, and imagined his lips moving over mine, his tongue probing, exploring the depths of me. I felt a flutter in my abdomen and wanted more than just his tongue inside me.

His smile of pleasure after his long drink nearly undid me. I wanted to melt into a puddle at his feet and beg him to fuck me, right there in the middle of the Starbucks.

“Hey Lady, are you going to move up or keep staring at Loverboy?”

I was jolted out of my reverie and embarrassed to be caught lecherously staring someone down. Praying that Mr. Crabapple’s voice didn’t carry over to Loverboy, I mumbled something resembling “sorry” and closed the wide gap between me and the next person in line.

When it was finally my turn I was still flustered. I no longer needed the caffeine rush after the big jolt of lust and adrenaline, so I ordered a bottle of juice instead of the coffee.

He was gone by the time I got my juice and headed out of the store. He got away, but it was a great start to my day. Breakfast of Champions.