Ruby Flirts With Fortune
What's a enlightened Millenial doing in a place like this?
Ruby knew it was ridiculous to put her faith in something mystical, a Millenial woman should know better than imagining 'fate' had a map of everyone's lives. Humans had free will, made personal choices, and were motivated by religion, jealousy, greed, and perhaps a desire for fame, to an individual degree. Despite this, she passed through the narrow doorway beside a Chinese takeaway, following the sign which read *Clairvoyant: * Palms Read * Fortunes Told * Tarot Cards *
Ruby asked for a palm reading and paid using the app on her phone. The medium was a woman, in her fifties, dressed casually, without the usual hippy accoutrements of gold hoop earrings, shawls or tie-dye.
She took Ruby's manicured hand in her cool one, and examined her palm, tracing the lines that tracked it, before studying her customer’s face. Her gaze was steady, making Ruby feel mesmerized.
Ruby noted the scatter of gold flecks in the older woman's pupils and the hint of green that ringed her blue irises.
"You don't have a partner," the medium stated, and Ruby nodded in confirmation. "But you seek a lover."
Spellbound by her melodious voice, Ruby nodded again.
Using her fingers, the medium handled Ruby's palm. The cool digits she used to stroked her wrist teasingly made Ruby’s pulse skitter. Was the inner wrist an erogenous zone? Ruby's thoughts bumped around erratically, like lightning bugs trapped in a jar.
Ruby's gaze settled just above the opening of the older woman's shirt, contemplating the shadowy depths of an alluring cleavage revealed by several unfastened unbuttons. Her throat felt dry when she imagined the amber and vanilla fragrances that might be experienced from nuzzling there. Her lips almost twitched to press kisses at the pulse point of the clairvoyant's neck.
"You don't like to follow the crowd, you strike out alone; an independent thinker."
The fortune teller's mellifluous voice broke through Ruby's distracted, lust-fuelled thoughts, snapping her attention back to studying those soft lips as they moved. She attempted to focus on the words.
"You see what you want, and you grab it with both hands."
To demonstrate, the fortune teller grasped both Ruby's wrists, pulling her fractionally closer, 'til her buttocks rested on the edge of the chair seat.
For a nano-second something unspoken hung in the air. A drumbeat; Ruby’s pulse she supposed, pounded.
Impulsively, Ruby leaned across the table to press her lips against the older woman's sweet mouth. The response was immediate and passionate, their lips parting so that Ruby's tongue darted out to curl teasingly around the older woman's. When she finally drew back, she licked her lips and admired the sexy twinkle in the medium's beautiful eyes.
"Can we meet later? When do you finish work?" Ruby propositioned.
"Certainly," the fortune teller’s smile lent a sexy quirk to her cupid's bow lips. "Cancerians make the most generous lovers."
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Very erotic and mystical story!