i walked past the window of the ladies cloths store, and saw the women who worked there were dressed sexily with some of the items for sale. But it was the saleswoman next to that store, in a bookshop quietly tucked into the empty street corner, who was far sexier to me than any other woman.I saw her while going home from work nearly every night.
Now, she was in the window, with her long hair managing to spill out of the severe bun it was pulled into. She wore glasses with cat’s eye frames and had delicate vintage embellishments adorning her work clothes.
I was a bibliophile, but I got nervous going into that bookstore. I was sure she would notice I was awkward around her. I adjusted my glasses, and looked into the store but knew I could not go in because, well, what would I say to her?
One day, on my way home from work, I saw her in the window of the fancy ladies wear store. She fingered every item with care, but I noticed that she was trying on pantyhose, the kind with dots and seams up the back. Nice, I thought to myself and then looked away. It was dark and i did not want to be seen looking.
I went to the lifesyle down the giggs cyber, and looked up at the menu board. The sight of her legs in those seamed tights stayed with me as I surveyed the menu. The store had a smattering of people in it, but my heart stopped when the door opened.
There she was, the shop girl.
She had on a vintage coat, and her pretty dark hair was again pulled into a messy bun , with a sort of Dita von Teese-vintage sensibility. When I looked at her, she looked at me a bit startled and then looked away. She stood behind me on the line.
“I’m not sure what I am getting, did you want to go ahead of me?” I asked.
She looked at me a little dazed.
“No,” she blushed, and waved her hands. “I do not know what I want either!”
“Well I do, can I skip both of you?!” I looked at the man impatiently standing behind them, and shrugged.
“Can I buy you a coffee, does that help you make up your mind?” I asked her.
She blushed, and waved her hands again which I found adorable.
“You don’t have to do that!”
“But I want to…”
“I cannot believe this…”
abel (I) looked nervous, but there was something to the smirk on her face that made me not give up right away.
“Okay, I have to tell you this…I just got this app on my phone today and I knew you were going to be in this hotel. I thought you were hot, so…I don’t even drink coffee!”
She showed me her phone, and there was a picture of I.abel felt myself blush, as I looked at the picture of myself from a hook up app I had downloaded one afternoon and then abandoned shortly out of shyness.
“What’s your name—since you know everything about me!”
“njeri,” she smiled. “And I do not know everything…yet!”
The shop girl—njeri—and Abel got to know a lot about each other very quickly. njeri’s personal style may have been very retro, but she had a love of technology. Her phone which she discovered me on—I never told her that I noticed her from outside of the bookstore—was the most updated. In her apartment, parallel to her vintage furniture was her very modern computer among other state-of-the-art gadgets.
But I was not sitting on her bed to look at her gadgets. I took off Yvette’s glasses, putting them in my mouth and tasting the sweet, delicate perfume of her skin. Yvette squinted at me near-sightededly, but still managed to convey an intoxicating combination of adoration and lust, and i kissed her because he loved the contradiction she was.
“I need to be inside of you, Yvette…” I whispered, chewing on the tip of her earlobe.
my fingers slipped down into her panties, and she put her hand over mine. I thought she was being shy, but Yvette moaned like I had never heard her moan before, as her hand joined mine. Then I realized that I felt a bit of string inside her.
“I need you inside me too, but I need to this take out…”
“You have your period?’ njeri giggled.
“No, I am just getting my workout done… down there…”
njeri pulled up her skirt, and I slipped my finger under her garter belt. She was not wearing any panties and that shocked the hell out of me. I watched her in amazement, as she pulled a pink ball from out of herself and took a deep breath.
“Ben wa balls. Well, ball,” she smiled, putting her arm around me.
Cole touched her damp pubic hair.
“Now I need to taste you…” I said, putting my fingers in my mouth.
“Make up your mind!” njeri smiled.
“Spread your legs.”
njeri did as she was told, and my tongue soon replaced my fingers, darting in and out of her snatch which clenched deliciously in response. To be continued......
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