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Tanned, strong arms. Not body builder, finely sculpted muscles. Muscles made by hard work, healthy lifestyle. I wanted those arms molded around me as his chat rooms adult hands rested on my butt, pressing me close to his body. His lean adult video chat rooms his nice, tight butt wrapped tightly in faded Levi denims fed my wildest fantasies.
I had to have him. I squeezed my thighs together to ease the tingling between my legs that was now buzzing and making it nearly impossible to shop.
Oh, before I continue, maybe I should set things straight. I am a happily married woman, with two beautiful teens and even a dog. I am not the type of person to wander aimlessly through bookstores picking up men.
Just this one time. Just this man.
Lost in my thoughts of what I would do to him were he my possession at the moment, he disappeared. I should have gone up to him and struck up a conversation.
"Hi. Wanna fuck?" I tried the come on mentally and grinned. That wasn't exactly my style.. I bit my lip and wondered if I should go to the check out and just buy everything I now held in my arms just in case he was finishing up. Or... I could wander around the store looking for him. No. gay video chat rooms might look too eager. Or worse, I might have security on my tail if I appeared too suspicious.
I gave up, focused on the pile of books cradled in my arms, and headed for the coffee shop where tables and chairs provide patrons a place to sip coffee and peruse their possible purchases.
However, there were no available tables I noticed yahoo adult chat rooms I wove a path through the crowded dining area, making my way to the counter and cashier. After ordering a cappuccino, I walked towards the far corner, hoping to find an empty chair at least. I'd even settle for sharing a table with someone if they weren't too gross or smelly, or weird looking. Maybe they would leave soon after and I could pile my books up and prevent yahoo adult chat rooms from joining me. Unless "Luscious" showed up, of course. Shoot, I'd sit on the floor if he needed a seat. Well. On my knees between his legs would be even better.
Pausing to observe the sea of diners, I balanced my books in one arm and my coffee in my other hand. |
