At the Ball
You approach her quietly and you stand next to her, a drink in hand.
She glances at you, and smiles softly. You grin back playfully.
"Not much for dancing are you?" you ask, your voice gently and low.
"Is it that plain and obvious? I guess you could say that, sir," she replies politely.
You observe her, and find her figure most pleasing. Her hair tumbled down in black cascades over her large, bouncy breasts and soft round hips. Her eyes were a dark blue, and her lips the palest pink.
But what was the most endearing thing about this girl was the fact she looked so familiar.....
You notice her gaze on you and you smile. She takes a closer step to you, and asks in a hesitant voice,
"Would you mind...a dance, sir?"
She glances at you, and smiles softly. You grin back playfully.
"Not much for dancing are you?" you ask, your voice gently and low.
"Is it that plain and obvious? I guess you could say that, sir," she replies politely.
You observe her, and find her figure most pleasing. Her hair tumbled down in black cascades over her large, bouncy breasts and soft round hips. Her eyes were a dark blue, and her lips the palest pink.
But what was the most endearing thing about this girl was the fact she looked so familiar.....
You notice her gaze on you and you smile. She takes a closer step to you, and asks in a hesitant voice,
"Would you mind...a dance, sir?"