she asked me if i had change for a $5. i didn’t. we were waiting for the bus. while she counted her change i discretely fished thru my purse to see if i had any bus tickets left in my wallet. when i offered her the ticket, she had such a look of beauty and grace. a lovely smile, and sparkling eyes that told me she felt touched by my small gesture.
she wore a loose black blouse and a long and full-cut demin skirt. and, flip flops on her feet. her hair, a silky dark brown, poker straight, hung, on her shoulders i could tell she had tried to conceal her large and lovely body with clothes. but her roundness, her corpulence, shone thru. her elbows looked like dimples – the sign of a perfectly fat girl. i wanted to say … wanted to say … so much more than i did.
but i wondered. would she? could she? i longed to touch her. caress her curves and folds gently. slowly undress her. tease her plump nipples with my tongue. watching her blossom with orgasmic pleasure. i’m sure i will see her again – she lives in a neighbouring building. i wonder — what will i do then?
