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tall dark haired woman  

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8/8/2016 7:36 am
tall dark haired woman

I haven't felt this way in awhile. I see women almost every day who get a second look, who evoke a little bite on the inside of the cheek. Shorts with tanned smooth legs flowing from them, breasts jouncing about in a bikini top. My cock always perks up for a bit and gets in the way of the steering wheel as I watch the world from behind the glass of my car.

Then there was the woman at the Dollar Tree. Yeah, not the most glamorous place but I needed some cheap enough to be easily disposable paint rollers (yeah, I try to clean the ones I use so I can re-use them). The downside of the trip was actually finding the roller. The upside was the tall, dark haired woman walking around the store.

Her hair was short in the way of Daria's friend from the old MTV show, and was nearly the same pitch black color. It had the soft luster of being from a bottle, and it looked fantastic as it fell around her face as she picked something off an end cap to look at it. She had a little nose, a slightly fuller bottom lip than upper. I wanted that bottom lip for my own.

The rest of the time we were in the store I tried to maintain distance. It was one of those weird moments where while just looking for stuff in a small store, you find yourself running into the same people repeatedly, and I would catch her glancing at me occasionally, and she undoubtedly caught me glancing at her, at her long legs clothed in a loose flowing<b> yoga </font></b>pant that clung wonderfully to the top cups of her ass.

I saw her once more, in line, she was two people ahead of me. She had a small, somewhat beat up blue wallet, and flipping through it added a soft jiggle to her breasts inside her tight black tank top that she wore underneath a soft, sheer taupe top. Then she was gone.

But I'm thinking of her still, of a little tattoo of a crown just behind her right ear, of the little rings in her ears, of that swollen lower lip that I want for my own.

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