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2011-11-22 12:36:50 (UTC)

Late


Late…

Finally we arrange to meet up…it is a windy Thursday evening…my day was very bad and I was in a foul mood….I arrived at the point we were meant to meet…you were late!….there she is, I say to myself…but as she walked closer it became increasingly clearer it wasn’t her…she had her hair packed backwards just like her and was walking purposely towards me….but she looks slightly taller and bigger…I could see the shape of her arm muscles through the long sleeve white silk top. Her black skirt was over her knees but well cut along her hips with just enough room for the hips to move in contrast to her, the rest of her legs were covered in black suspenders and black shoes…my heart was now racing….long gone was the foul mood….she was getting closer…the breasts, I could tell from the breasts I said to myself….I have spent hours between them, sucking, sliding and playing….gosh….I love those breasts …so I snatched my gaze away from the pointed shoes to her chest, the white bra she was wearing did not give anything away but I fixed my eyes deep into her chest…ha…I can now see the movement, the shape and I think the nipples…it is them!...it must be…..I can now hear her heels stamping on the ground…..her lips curled into a smile as she approached me…mmmm…that perfume has an effect on me…I could swim in it…even at my lowest that smell gets me up…I get that familiar warm feeling run down my spine as I anticipate her touch…I briefly shut my eyes….I have to savour all these moments you know….I then open my eyes….and she is gone!...turning my head I then see her…her skirt was fitted better than her thought and she walked away from me…hugging and pecking her girl friend who must have been behind me….it wasn’t her…it wasn’t those breasts, it wasn’t my perfume, I felt myself get soft as desire turns back to foul…. she is so late!!

I pull out a chewing gum and started chewing, still no sign of her….pacing up and down I get thirsty and buy a Cappuccino….2 sugars I said, with no care in the world….frustrated I sit down sipping my drink my eyes now fixed in the direction I know she will be coming from…..it then occurred to me….she is not coming…she has found someone else…he writes better…he makes her laugh more….he even sucks better…perish that thought I said to myself…she is just being black…they are always late….


Then finally….I see her….no, I didn’t use the breasts this time…didn’t trust my judgement…even if I wanted to I couldn’t as she was wearing like 3 layers of clothes…and it wasn’t even that cold, yes windy but not cold….blouse, sweater, coat…her breast were well hidden…her hair was as predicted packed backwards….but shaped skirt, silk blouse were no were to be found…and I could just about sniff out the smell of that perfume….she apologises and says something about redundancy at work….she grabs my hand and we walk briskly towards the theatre…she starts to talk and I can see why I want her so much, we sit down and she rest my head on her bosom stroking my hair gently, I nipple away at the layers, she just continue to tenderly stroke my hair as she watches the play….there….that is the place I want to be.


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