Your eyes settled firmly on the redhead’s boyshorts and the mystery contained within … but you also knew that she knew you noticed. Time to begin a smooth recovery.
“So … done anything interesting lately?”
Nailed it.
The red headed woman gave a sweet smile clearly in awe at your otherwise bold delivery of a lame conversation starter.
“Other than wandering up and down this mindboggling clinic? I’ve been making use of the facilities for a few hours now, and I have to say I do quite love meeting new people here. Everyone is just so open and accommodating! What about you, sir?”
“Well, you see I really only just got here so …”
“Oh! You are quite fresh then!” She cooed in small triumph, the airy lilt in her voice softening the impact on your ego.
“So … uh … the hair …”
“Oh it’s all original, don’t worry. The curtains match the drapes.” She winked with an inviting sass.
“And what about …”
Your eyes fell once again on the lewd bulge. Her lewd bulge.
She giggled to herself.
“Well… how about you show me yours and I show you mine, hmm?”
Your body betrayed your wild mind as you pitched a tent and your hands instinctively moved towards the hem of her ladypants.
“Well then, I think that’s an answer” she taunted, moving her own hands to grasp your underwear so she can peer inside. “How about the count of 3?”
1. She started. 2. Your hands slowly began to tug at her waistband, and you could feel the air breeze your own package.
3!
Like inquisitive school kids you peered into each other’s pants with a blush of excitement. You were taken aback to see …