admin
01 Temmuz 2022, 23:18
My gait got slower as I stopped to think about what was said and done on the bus. My panties were soaked everytime he would look at me, even before that day. I always had to cross my legs together in order to avoid embarrassment and a possible orgasm on the bus. Although I've often wondered what that would be like... just to have someone's eyes glued upon me as I worked my magic (touch!). They could even be masturbating as well... as long as*we would all gather in the enjoyment, perhaps even have an orgy. I often wondered what the bus driver looked like naked. Silly me.I forgot to mention his bloody name. It's David. That's all I know about him. His name. And what he looks like. And both attributes are very sexy. I've always loved the name David. There seems to be an archaic background about it. A small hero that slays a giant as the entire town watches. Exhibitionism and voyeurism, although in a purer and non-sexual context. Or it could be, depending on how literary critics read a pious fairy tale like the Bible. Sex is sinful remember, let ALONE voyeurism or dressing like the Whore of Babylon. Sex is a private and procreational duty... Bollocks.I'm not at all a Bible-Thumper...or like David Beckham. I support the Mighty Reds though! Carragher almanbahis şikayet (https://almanbahis.site/) is much cuter.*Anyroad, I've always fancied my David. My thoughts flutter back and forth to the thought of an absolute sweet chap, greeting little old ladies as they sought refuge after a cold day in December, to the sultry wink he greeted me with after I was done my exam, my lipstick half gone because of my cigarette, my mascara probably running. That I don't mind. It gives me kind of a "bad-girl" look, come-to-bed-eyes. Which I've also been told I have. I don't mind that at all either. I stop in front of a glass mirror in the lavatory and wash my face a wee bit. I leave some smudging of my kohl but re-apply my lipstick. I also give my teeth a brush... my breath smells like cigarette smoke, I know. I know smoking's bad for me, you don't have to tell me. But you're not kissing an ashtray by any means. I walk along the alabaster floor of the shopping centre, my heeled boots giving me blisters the size of marbles. Ouch! Stop your whinging, you're almost done shopping.It's going to be a small Christmas this year. Times are bad. I just started my job so I don't have much money in my bank, but I think I got pretty decent gifts. I kept wondering what Tony, my brother almanbahis canlı casino (https://almanbahis.site/) would like. He's said nowt to me about Christmas so I never know what to get him. He's not that interested in football or sports anymore. He's more into racing and cars. So I got him a calendar, one of lorries, the other of scantily-clad women wearing fanny fringes, sitting on the bonnets of cars with a curious, cute pout on their bright candygloss lips. They turn me on somewhat... I wish I were Rachel, Miss November. She was a stunner indeed. Long, dark brown hair, aquamarine eyes and a tan that would not quit. Her*tits looked a D-cup although they seemed too perfect and pert to be natural. They were too spaced out to be real. But some girls have perky large and real*breasts.*Her stomach was one that was as flat as a washboard. It was clear that she exercised and worked on the treadmill for two hours a day. I'm sure her existence was based on water.My own tits are juicy and supple. I love feeling them in my own hands. I slip a hand into my tweed overcoat. My breasts feel warm and*soft for the most part*but the nips are as hard as*rocks. Mmm, Rachel is so delicious. I could have a threesome with her, me and hmm.. David. I feel the moistness of almanbahis casino (https://almanbahis.site/) the arousal soaking through my panties and I feel stuck. I'm next in the queue. The woman is an elderly woman, she looks at me pecularily as if I were constipated, the way I bend and squat down to contain my orgasm. I can't look at Rachel anymore. She'll give me a proper heart attack if I stare into her crystal eyes, ogle her tight red*jumper that pushes up her breasts and I stare at her long, lean legs. Her skirt is short and denim, unevenly torn at the bottom. It's still sexy as hell though. She wears a pair of wire rimmed glasses. Perhaps she's taking on the school girl look. Fuck me her tits are just hanging out there and it doesn't matter to her. It's voyeurism*through shrink wrap!I give the cashier a fiver, tell her to keep the change and make a hasty exit in the middle of the aisle way. Bloody hell, I need to get our Tony more than just a calender. I check my mobile phone to see who's called me. Just my friend Kaydee, wanting to know when we can get together for lunch again.*I make a mental note to call her later on in the night, when I've finished wrapping my pressies.I look around the shops again, seeing if there's owt else I can get for*Tony. I walk into LaCoste and buy him a bottle of cologne. He likes that kind of thing and he's a looker. What are you doing girl calling your brother a looker? It's right though. Tall, rich brown eyes and nappy hair he's the object of affection to all the girls at college.