Ok, now we're cookin'. I don't know if clearing something earlier today is what's helped, but gawd-damn!
We went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner. As we sat down, I noticed there was a college-aged blonde - EASY 9 - sitting at the table across the aisle from our booth. She was there with what appeared to be family (grandparents/parents, etc). No boyfriend.
She had an adorable dress on, perfect hair, light makeup (not that she needed any). This chick was probably too short, but I could see her as a contestant in the next Miss America pageant. I couldn't stop looking at her.
As the minutes ticked by, I felt undeniable attraction growing. My feet, hands, twig n' berries all started a'tinglin'. That's when she started taking peeks at me. She must have needed to be ignored, because I instinctively looked in her direction, but not at her (well, not when I felt she was looking for it, anyway). I could also see her foot tappin' under the table.
Halfway through our meal, it appeared they were done and ready to leave. She started to scoot along the bench, away from the table. She looked at me, uncrossed her legs...and then spread them wide. I could see every nook and cranny. And...I couldn't look away. I looked up and into her eyes...once again, not looking away. Then back down, and back up. Still looking, still spread wide.
We both snapped out of it. I went back to my conversation with my parents (who didn't notice, apparently). I looked back again, and her knees were pressed together, but her feet were apart and wiggling wildly. She then said her goodbyes to her family and left.
I can't get this whole experience out of my head. Especially those legs and panties.
We went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner. As we sat down, I noticed there was a college-aged blonde - EASY 9 - sitting at the table across the aisle from our booth. She was there with what appeared to be family (grandparents/parents, etc). No boyfriend.
She had an adorable dress on, perfect hair, light makeup (not that she needed any). This chick was probably too short, but I could see her as a contestant in the next Miss America pageant. I couldn't stop looking at her.
As the minutes ticked by, I felt undeniable attraction growing. My feet, hands, twig n' berries all started a'tinglin'. That's when she started taking peeks at me. She must have needed to be ignored, because I instinctively looked in her direction, but not at her (well, not when I felt she was looking for it, anyway). I could also see her foot tappin' under the table.
Halfway through our meal, it appeared they were done and ready to leave. She started to scoot along the bench, away from the table. She looked at me, uncrossed her legs...and then spread them wide. I could see every nook and cranny. And...I couldn't look away. I looked up and into her eyes...once again, not looking away. Then back down, and back up. Still looking, still spread wide.
We both snapped out of it. I went back to my conversation with my parents (who didn't notice, apparently). I looked back again, and her knees were pressed together, but her feet were apart and wiggling wildly. She then said her goodbyes to her family and left.
I can't get this whole experience out of my head. Especially those legs and panties.
