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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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5am
The brisk walk into the terminal, cold air hitting like a cold shower....still, at least it woke me up.
I skewed left to the Fast-track, hand moving into my breast pocket to take out my boarding card....Ted Baker light grey suit, black Barker shoes, tailor-made mauve check shirt.
Security....a flurry of laptops, belts and overnight bags.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the lady just in front of me slipping off her black high heeled boots....she stood, slightly self-aware, in her black sheer tights (or were they stockings) as she placed the boots onto the security belt.
As she moved forward the lady turned her back to me;
5'4"...elegant, 34-ish, black business dress, lonh brown hair.
The dress had a slit down the back which opened wider as she leant forward....exposing the strap of her lace black bra.
We walked through security.
As she collected her things the lady sat on a chair to put her boots on...she crossed her legs...slim, athletic...and the dress rode up her thigh slightly.
She gave the boot a yank. As she did so she leant forward, exposing just for a second her cleavage under the black dress.
As she pulled the boot up she stroked her hair off her face.
Freckles. Green eyes. Slight winter sun tan. |
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