A Night of Desperate Ladies
You turn back around to the woman in the black dress. As you watch, she squeezes her legs together then bends forward before standing up straight and sighing deeply. You can't take your eyes off of her, totally oblivious to everything around you.
When you look back at her face, your eyes lock and she has a bit of a grin on her face. You quickly turn around, your heart racing.
You stare at your drink, hoping she doesn't say anything, when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Cringing, you turn around and find your face inches from her breasts.
The thin fabric of her dress is stretched aroud them, and while they aren't overly large they are quite perky despite the obvious lack of support from a bra.
She pauses while you are at a total loss for words, before she finally sits down next to you and says:
"Hi! I'm Amy. Buy me a drink?
When you look back at her face, your eyes lock and she has a bit of a grin on her face. You quickly turn around, your heart racing.
You stare at your drink, hoping she doesn't say anything, when you feel a hand on your shoulder. Cringing, you turn around and find your face inches from her breasts.
The thin fabric of her dress is stretched aroud them, and while they aren't overly large they are quite perky despite the obvious lack of support from a bra.
She pauses while you are at a total loss for words, before she finally sits down next to you and says:
"Hi! I'm Amy. Buy me a drink?