November 26, 2011

The Heat of Summer

I was looking for Gatorade and trail mix. Rounding the corner heading to the checkout station what I found was a lovely raven-haired girl. She was wearing skimpy volleyball shorts, barely covering her well rounded buttocks, and a deeply slit cotton tank top.

We got to the line at the same time. Nodding, I stepped aside. She smiled softly, and silently stepped forward. I placed my items on the conveyor belt and looked her over. My eyes were drawn to the complex compound curves of her cleavage.

The cashier glanced at her, then addressed me, “Are you together?”

“Not yet.”

3 comments:

  1. I wish you'd write a story about this. I want there to be more...I'm so greedy, lol!

    Love,
    Kitty

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  2. a wealth of meaning in those two words...great micro fiction to suck me into the vortex of your mind...

    *smiling*

    And HUGE Congratulations on your placement on the Top 100 Sex Bloggers list!!

    nilla

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