northernjim
14-04-2011, 07:03 PM
The other day I was in an empty pub having a quiet beer by myself.
The door opened and in walked the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes
on. 5'11'' tall, stunning blue eyes, silky blonde hair, an hourglass figure
barely covered by a tiny mini skirt and a flimsy cotton top.. I could see
she was not wearing a bra and her incredibly firm breasts were on show.
After watching her walk in I turned back to my beer. No sooner had I taken
a sip when I turn to see her pulling another bar stool up close to me and
sitting down.
She said 'Hi', and I said 'Hi' in return. She asked how I was and took my
hand and placed it on her perfect inner thigh, rubbing it up and down.
'So, does that make you feel good ?' she asked. ..
'I'll bet you feel good,' she continued. 'In fact, I'll bet you've never
felt this good before.'
'Well, I have,' I corrected her. 'You see, when I was 18, I was picked to
play for the school 1st. XV in the Public School Finals in front of a crowd
of about 3000 and I felt really good.'
I immediately felt a bit pathetic saying that and I thought she would get
up and go but she took my hand off her thigh and put it up the front of her
top. Her nipple pushed into my palm as she massaged my hand into her pert,
perfect breast.
'How do you feel now,' she purred.
'OK' I replied.
Again, she said, 'I'll bet you do. In fact, I'll bet you've never felt THIS
good before!'
Unbelievably I heard myself saying 'Well, actually I have. In that game, we
were down by six points with about 20 seconds left in the match. The
Opposition kicked the ball deep into our half of the field, where I caught
it... I ran up field, side-stepping past the first few defenders, handed off
a couple of would-be tacklers, burst through a few forwards, chipped over
their fullback, regathered and scored a Try right under the posts with about
2 or 3 seconds 'till full time. We were still behind by one point, but I had
a simple kick at goal with which to win the match and......... '
"Ahhh...." she growled between clenched teeth, more than a bit miffed,
pulled my hand from under her top and thrust it down the front of her skirt.
My fingers immediately met what felt like a wisp of soft cotton , and she
was wet !!!!
She whispered, 'Well tell me this, Mr. Rugby Man: Have you ever felt such a
perfect c*nt?'
'I certainly have,' I answered, 'I missed the kick.'
The door opened and in walked the most stunning woman I've ever laid eyes
on. 5'11'' tall, stunning blue eyes, silky blonde hair, an hourglass figure
barely covered by a tiny mini skirt and a flimsy cotton top.. I could see
she was not wearing a bra and her incredibly firm breasts were on show.
After watching her walk in I turned back to my beer. No sooner had I taken
a sip when I turn to see her pulling another bar stool up close to me and
sitting down.
She said 'Hi', and I said 'Hi' in return. She asked how I was and took my
hand and placed it on her perfect inner thigh, rubbing it up and down.
'So, does that make you feel good ?' she asked. ..
'I'll bet you feel good,' she continued. 'In fact, I'll bet you've never
felt this good before.'
'Well, I have,' I corrected her. 'You see, when I was 18, I was picked to
play for the school 1st. XV in the Public School Finals in front of a crowd
of about 3000 and I felt really good.'
I immediately felt a bit pathetic saying that and I thought she would get
up and go but she took my hand off her thigh and put it up the front of her
top. Her nipple pushed into my palm as she massaged my hand into her pert,
perfect breast.
'How do you feel now,' she purred.
'OK' I replied.
Again, she said, 'I'll bet you do. In fact, I'll bet you've never felt THIS
good before!'
Unbelievably I heard myself saying 'Well, actually I have. In that game, we
were down by six points with about 20 seconds left in the match. The
Opposition kicked the ball deep into our half of the field, where I caught
it... I ran up field, side-stepping past the first few defenders, handed off
a couple of would-be tacklers, burst through a few forwards, chipped over
their fullback, regathered and scored a Try right under the posts with about
2 or 3 seconds 'till full time. We were still behind by one point, but I had
a simple kick at goal with which to win the match and......... '
"Ahhh...." she growled between clenched teeth, more than a bit miffed,
pulled my hand from under her top and thrust it down the front of her skirt.
My fingers immediately met what felt like a wisp of soft cotton , and she
was wet !!!!
She whispered, 'Well tell me this, Mr. Rugby Man: Have you ever felt such a
perfect c*nt?'
'I certainly have,' I answered, 'I missed the kick.'