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He'd seen her before, slipping advertisements under gates, hanging merchant's flyers on doorknobs, most likely earning minimum wage distributing handbills after school. He wondered what went through her mind as she moved purposefully from door to door, her easy way of walking, free pictures her near perfect posture that was so unusual for most girls her age.
Wonder how old she is? he thought, turning off the hose some ten minutes later, knowing why that was on his mind, ashamed of licentious feelings. Big Jugs She has to still be in high school.
Passing from sight at the furthest corner, she'd left an almost ghostly emptiness behind, the street so silent he was aware of the sound of his beating heart. It was a quiet neighborhood. Young families, working parents, kids in school; typical suburban lifestyles. On any given day between ten and two, hardly a car passed down that tranquil tree-lined lane. One could count on one hand the comings and goings of neighbors.
Self-employed, he gladly missed hectic commuter traffic on rush-hour choked freeways, cherishing moments now free to 'get things done' around home. The divorce five years earlier had left him slightly off balance, but in time, he'd become used to doing everything around the house for himself. fat tgp Preparing meals, doing laundry, caring for the birds and overgrown garden, Shawn had become a self-dependent and rather solitary figure for a thirty-three year old man. Not wanting to re-marry, dating had become what seemed a waste of time and energy. Lonely at times, he'd met a few women who enjoyed the same things, and it couldn't be said that he didn't get his occasional share of some very exciting feminine attention. Unfortunately, the women who saw him as a desirable bachelor found those fantasies on the rocks after only a few dates.
This day warmer than usual, Shawn sat on the bench by the front gate, wondering if the mailman had been bye, then thoughts returned to the girl. He knew she'd be coming back down his side of the street. By habit he glanced at his watch, instinctively aware that she'd be 'rounding lesbian porn the block-away corner within seconds. Had he really been so attentive to her schedule and route? Wiping forehead with the back of a sleeve, his eyes focused on the two-story white house at the far corner. Like a train on schedule big jugs, she appeared, hung something on the door handle, turned gracefully on one heel and almost skipped when crossing the street.
What a cute little playmate, he mused, embarrassed again by real transsexual sudden sexual urges. I gotta get laid or I'm in trouble.
It was so quiet she didn't have to look both directions. An approaching car could be heard blocks away. What kind of chemistry, what special gestures make people attend others? What makes a woman's eyes follow a man - - - what makes a man stare at a woman?
Forced by the hormonally-stimulated rush, he massaged a quickly rising erection, color rushing to rugged face, chagrined by his response to the young girl and their obvious differences pictures for free in age. He knew he was probably twice her age, but that didn't make him quit watching or fantasizing about her. This was a girl with the firm curvaceous figure of a mature young woman.
It took three BIG JUGS minutes for her to do four homes, forty-five seconds from door to door. In little more than two minutes she'd be walking up three large wooden steps to where he was sitting. The sound of his heart in his ears was getting louder by the second. Agitated by shameless thoughts, he wiped his face again, trying to decide if he should get up and go in before she arrived at the gate. When he stood she was between houses. Was she looking at him? He couldn't see her eyes, hadn't seen them before, but was sure they had to be green. Green eyes and tangled auburn-blonde hair went together like pesto and red wine. Moving like a bell around narrow girlish hips, a white straight smock-dress, a loosely fitting garment seductively cut much higher than mid-thigh, held his wandering gray eyes captive. Gracefully-tapered, slim tan legs moved like a dancer's, giving the light-weight cotton garment little teasing tosses with each step. Around the mailbox, up the neighbor's step, brochure on doorknob, tgp pivot, turn on one heel, a skip and six purposeful steps, pivot, skip, step, skip, (one more house), arms tan as smooth lovely legs, spaghetti-straps keeping the dress from falling from well-shaped shoulders, head held high, hair floating behind like an auburn banner in simmering afternoon sunlight. Pivot, skip, six steps to the door, the sound of brochures rustling as she hung big jugs them over the knob; pivot, skip, step, past his mailbox, their eyes meeting from thirty yards away. She didn't look away. Pivot, six steps to the next neighbor's door - - - now only one house between them. Standing on the porch, she turned, but instead of leaving, stood there over ten seconds without moving, like a small animal aware of some raptor - - - eyes never leaving his, head slightly cocked to one side as though listening to the sound of his pounding heart.
The sudden need to breathe made him remember where he was, and breaking lesbian story that electric intimate contact, he cleared his throat and wiped a damp forehead again with the back of one sleeve. She'd already made the sidewalk when he looked back, no further away than fifty feet. Suddenly it seemed so bright he had difficulty focusing on her face, so instead he watched the firm subtle jiggle of lovely breasts, not large, but well developed for such a young girl. Light-headed, he once again found himself wondering her age. Unable to move, he stood rooted like a tree until she was standing only amateurs gallery a few feet away, eye to eye. Green eyes deeper than turquoise-green craters of Asian lagoons he'd seen when on R&R in Nam. Those almost bottomless pools had eased rattled spirits while Big Jugs he tried not to think about war. These excited instead of easing anything he was feeling at the moment. What lurked behind those emerald pools? Not a hint, until, with a slight toss of her head to one side, twisted ringlets of hair floating away from temples, she smiled a smile that would have made any dentist happy. Glancing down self-consciously, Shawn wondered if she'd noticed his condition.
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