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MissyGwendoline -> SHE-Prologue (4/20/2017 6:53:25 AM)
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I do not know exactly why but I’ve always had an attraction for the mature women of me.
Nineteen-year-old, sporty, with a good job many girlfriends and a really super family could not crave more, but my sexuality was nothing more than mature and hormonal storms in post-adolescence did not make me certain.
It was spring and the fresh day in the morning was dull, I came home from work, the bus was not crowded and the humanity around me was not really interesting but four stops before mine, here is a woman coming up It captures all my attention.
It is not beautiful according to aesthetic canons but it makes me feel the punch in my stomach.
Slim, few hips and non-existent breasts, a large mass of black hair surrounds a sharp face almost dying. The mouth is thin, the darker lipstick of his tanned complexion, the dry hands, the medium-length nails, pointed as it is used in the seventies, lacquered with a dark red that refers to lipstick.
My God, I have my heart hammering in my chest, my short breath and soft legs … before me there is the goddess of my dreams.
I would like to see her eyes but are hidden behind a pair of big and dark sunglasses …
In my heart I decided to follow her to get what I do not know, but I’m sure I will not go down if she does not.
He stands on the rings and contrasts with the old bus bosses with movements that seem to me to be an erotic dance. It looks impatient, moves the right foot and the thin lacquer that appears and disappears under the pants seems to want to pierce the linoleum floor.
I hope my goths do not get involved but this woman is making me crazy how ever in my life it happened.
Here’s … he pressed the button to ask for a halt … I move both myself and the other side in front of the central bus stop but stay slightly behind her.
The doors open, she goes down and turns to the left, I take advantage of the disadvantage to turn right.
He crosses the road steeply and sits in a narrow alley that descends the hill.
I hold on and around the corner.
Cabbage! He is standing, pointing at me, pulling off his glasses and staring straight into my eyes. I stopped, very embarrassed.
-Did you go after me home?
Do not wait for my answer.
“I’m married and I do not want to get tossed, what do you want from me, you’ve got nothing to do with my eyes since I got on the bus.
I want to say something but I have to be about to faint, the tongue clung to my lips. I can not look away from her eyes.
They’re green, they look like an animal, a feline … and I know the mouse is me.
She gives me a business card.
-Charge the number tomorrow at ten precise, I’m Barbara.
She turns and leaves, leaving me as an idiot to look at her.
My God! I had a goddess five inches from me and I could not say or do anything …
I go home slowly, grumbling what I just lived and wondering if it was not one of my daydreams.
The evening is endless.
I do not sleep in the night, I go to the toilet and masturbate thinking about it.
In my head, her eyes and murmuring her name Barbara, Barbara, Barbara …
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