I couldn't concentrate on my books. It was cold in the library and I could tell the beautiful woman in front of me wasn't wearing a bra, because her thin cotton dress fitted perfectly to her skin. Glancing up, I analysed the curve of her bust and how her waist emphasised them. She was leaning on her forearms reading a literature textbook. It was past 10 pm. We were the only students as far as I can see on this floor. I got lost admiring her figure before I heard a whisper, "I can feel your eyes on me." She didn't even look up at me.
I see you in despair at the terminal because you have just been told you flight was canceled. I am on the same canceled flight and have been booked on the flight tomorrow. I see you talking to the ticket agent in tears and I hear the ticket agent say, “I am sorry you do not qualify for free hotel room”. I say, “may I help”. You look at me with untrusting eyes wondering what I am about to say. I look at you and say, “I have a suit in the Hyatt you can have your one separate room and lock the door and if that is not good enough for you I will get you your own room “. You look at me and say, “What do you want”? I Reply, “I just want to help”. I smile and say, “Please join me for dinner in a four-star restaurant”. You are studying me but do not answer. I say, “OK I am going to have dinner at Callahan’s so if you change your mind take your luggage to the belle desk and leave it and come join me” I turn and walk away
Narrative Poem/ Letter to COVID-19:
It is a beautiful day as I am getting settled into my new place. A small one-bedroom cottage out in the country. I move the last of the boxes from the truck inside my home and pause for a break. I am sitting on the front porch swing when you start walking down my long driveway. I watch you as you come up to the door and stand to shake your hand. “Hello, my name is John”. You smile and say, “My name is Andrea”. The sunlight is shimmering off your beautiful long hair as I am taking in all your beauty. You hand me a basket of fresh cherries and say, “Welcome to the community these are from my orchard” I smile and say, “Would you like to come in and have a beer”. You reply, “No thank you I do not have time, but I want your phone number because living out here we need to stick together”. I say, “Absolutely” and reach into my wallet and get a business card and hand it to you. You have a naughty smile on your face as you read,” John the Handyman I have a tool for your every need”. You place the card in your purse as you smile and say,” keep your phone close because I will be calling soon” as you turn and leave. I watch you walk back down the hill and disappear out of sight.
I see you coming as you walk into the store and your beauty overwhelms me. I watch your long hair get blown about as you walk inside the door. You take a cart and start shopping in the clothing area. I watch your beautiful ass as you walk away and feel a stirring in my groin. I walk over to you and say,” Can I help you find something” You smile and reply, “Can you get the key to the fitting room “? I go up to customer service and get the keys and return to where you are. I go to the first stall unlock it and you say, “Can I have that one” as you point at the handicapped stall. I say, “fine “and unlock it. You carry in some garments and I start to walk away and you Yell, “can you stay and help me”? I Reply, “Yes I will be happy to help”. I hear you shuffling around in there and then you come out in bra and panties and say, “What do you think”. I tilt my head in thought and say, “Are we going for the business or casual look”? You reply,” Business”. I look at the bra and ask,” May I touch the bra”? You shake your head yes and I gently feel the fabric with my fingers thinking about your comfort. I say, “This feels like it may be hot after wearing it for a long time”. I get another bra and give it to you to feel. You notice the difference and get that bra in your size. I am standing there, and you step in the booth and change your bra without closing the door. I say, “Well you certainly are not shy”. After you try on all the clothes you are going to buy you take the stuff that was the wrong size and hand it to me so I can place it in the return cart. You say come here as you want me inside the booth. With a puzzled look on my face I walk in. You have noticed my erection as It was hard to hide. The handicapped booth is large and has a business chair for someone to sit in. You tell me to drop my pants and sit in the chair. I am breathing heavily as you drop your panties and get into my lap facing me and slowly sit down. I am in ecstasy as my cock slides up in you. I start sucking your nipples and thrusting my cock up in you. I can feel your vagina convulse as you arch your back and erupt into orgasm. I pound you harder until I explode deep inside you. We stay there for about ten minutes in each other’s arms. The juices leaking out and falling below the chair .You get up and get dressed and take you cart and head for the cashier. I take the keys back to customer service and a coworker looks at me and says, “are you OK you look like you have been hit by a train”. I smile and say, “I think I have”. I catch you as you are going out the door and say, “Can I have your phone number by the way my name is John”. I hand you my phone and you type the information in. As you disappear into the parking lot I smile and can not wait to dial your number.
Now that I understood the problem, I had to come up with an answer. I had never dealt with a man so self-sufficient to the point where a woman’s company is not wanted or required. The fact of the matter is that he made me feel unattractive and unwanted, and I needed him to undo that. The typical approach will not work. This can’t be about just the carnal. He needs the complete package. The thought made my breath catch. That was it! Operation: Wifey Facade is a go!
This one time… at band camp. Ok, there was no band camp but there was this one time. I had been seeing this girl and yes I said girl just because she was ten years younger than me. At times she acted her age and was a girl. Anyway this young woman, we’ll call Sara for the fun of it, was a bit of a wild child. She was tall and long legged with padding but nowhere near fat. My hands could encircle her breast only if my thumbs touched and my middle fingers. Even then that was stretching it. She loved dying her hair different colors. At that particular time it was a deep dark red.