12-30-2017, 10:08 PM
She could put em away, that was for sure. His head was gettin a little fuzzy and he had at least 100 pounds and maybe a foot of height on her. If he was feelin it, she had to be.
Then again, she could be one of those. High functioning types.
She certainly wasn't stumbling as she went to the jukebox. He couldn't help but stare, the way she walked. Something tickled the back of his mind, something about the way a woman walked and orgasms. He wracked his brain but it refused to cooperate. He coulda looked it up, but nah. Dangerous line.
He looked around, hoping for distraction. And not hired guns either. There were a few. But she was his bro. Leave no man behind. She would have to meet someone first.
His head spun as the music came on, his eyebrows raised. Seriously? He laughed out loud. This? This was what she wanted?
She came up to him, sheepish grin on her face. She did look all kinds of sweet in that skirt. She was professionally dressed, always. But her walk had a certain girly sway. You know, it was kinda funny. She was older than him by a ways....but at that moment, she seemed like a girl his age.
Huh. Maybe there was a secret there. Maybe all women were girls.
Hah! Well he wasn't gonna say no to a dance, not with her. He slipped off the stool and took her by the hand and when they reached the floor slipped them behind her waist, her hands going behind his neck. They swayed to the music and she smiled up at him. God, her smile was so big. And she felt good against him. He bet he could easily wrap his hands around her waist and lift her into the air without trying.
Change the subject. "So I apologize now for stepping on your feet."
He wouldn't. But he was trying to lighten the mood. "I've been trying to place your accent. And I didn't want to check your file."
He winked at her. "Didn't want to read about you shoplifting birds...strange habits are hard to ignore, you know?"
Then again, she could be one of those. High functioning types.
She certainly wasn't stumbling as she went to the jukebox. He couldn't help but stare, the way she walked. Something tickled the back of his mind, something about the way a woman walked and orgasms. He wracked his brain but it refused to cooperate. He coulda looked it up, but nah. Dangerous line.
He looked around, hoping for distraction. And not hired guns either. There were a few. But she was his bro. Leave no man behind. She would have to meet someone first.
His head spun as the music came on, his eyebrows raised. Seriously? He laughed out loud. This? This was what she wanted?
She came up to him, sheepish grin on her face. She did look all kinds of sweet in that skirt. She was professionally dressed, always. But her walk had a certain girly sway. You know, it was kinda funny. She was older than him by a ways....but at that moment, she seemed like a girl his age.
Huh. Maybe there was a secret there. Maybe all women were girls.
Hah! Well he wasn't gonna say no to a dance, not with her. He slipped off the stool and took her by the hand and when they reached the floor slipped them behind her waist, her hands going behind his neck. They swayed to the music and she smiled up at him. God, her smile was so big. And she felt good against him. He bet he could easily wrap his hands around her waist and lift her into the air without trying.
Change the subject. "So I apologize now for stepping on your feet."
He wouldn't. But he was trying to lighten the mood. "I've been trying to place your accent. And I didn't want to check your file."
He winked at her. "Didn't want to read about you shoplifting birds...strange habits are hard to ignore, you know?"