Usually I am not one of those men who seem unable to control their eyes or smirking lustfulness in the presence of a beautiful woman showing a bit of cleavage or a bit of thigh.
At least this is how I like to imagine myself. So it came as a surprise to get caught in a meeting, absentmindedly letting my eyes linger with unmistakable carnality on a woman I had just been introduced to by a business acquaintance who sometimes conducts meetings one after the other in a quiet, accommodating bar. I was about to leave, she was early, and while I was packing my laptop and finishing the coffee she sat down for a chat...
And I realised why I almost felt like I knew her. She reminded me of an old friend - tall, with a London-Caribbean accent and very long legs. She lowered herself on to the sofa across from me. I checked her out discreetly while she was sitting down, arranging herself on the slightly awkward seat, taking her mobile out of her brightly coloured bag to switch it off... And that's when I got careless.
My eye trailed down from her scoop-necked top, down to the tight jeans and back up to find her looking straight at me, smiling.
Not in anything resembling a "come hither" kind of way, mind you. More like "got a good look, asshole?"
I was leaving anyway, so there was no way to rescue this in any other way than saying goodbye politely. Walking out I couldn't stop thinking about the horrifying awkwardness if I'd started to explain... "You know, you remind me so much of someone! This funbuddy of mine, you know, the resemblance is striking... well, she's a bit taller than you, but you've got much bigger breasts... uh, and the way you move too - very similar. Have you by any chance worked as a runway model?"
Or even better "Say, you look just like a hottie I know. Mind if I take a look if your phone numbers are similar too?"
At least this is how I like to imagine myself. So it came as a surprise to get caught in a meeting, absentmindedly letting my eyes linger with unmistakable carnality on a woman I had just been introduced to by a business acquaintance who sometimes conducts meetings one after the other in a quiet, accommodating bar. I was about to leave, she was early, and while I was packing my laptop and finishing the coffee she sat down for a chat...
And I realised why I almost felt like I knew her. She reminded me of an old friend - tall, with a London-Caribbean accent and very long legs. She lowered herself on to the sofa across from me. I checked her out discreetly while she was sitting down, arranging herself on the slightly awkward seat, taking her mobile out of her brightly coloured bag to switch it off... And that's when I got careless.
My eye trailed down from her scoop-necked top, down to the tight jeans and back up to find her looking straight at me, smiling.
Not in anything resembling a "come hither" kind of way, mind you. More like "got a good look, asshole?"
I was leaving anyway, so there was no way to rescue this in any other way than saying goodbye politely. Walking out I couldn't stop thinking about the horrifying awkwardness if I'd started to explain... "You know, you remind me so much of someone! This funbuddy of mine, you know, the resemblance is striking... well, she's a bit taller than you, but you've got much bigger breasts... uh, and the way you move too - very similar. Have you by any chance worked as a runway model?"
Or even better "Say, you look just like a hottie I know. Mind if I take a look if your phone numbers are similar too?"
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LOL! Pervert:)
We all know you are a pervert mon, but this isn't the kind of perverted writing that I look forward to...
You, naughty? I don't believe it! I promise you can look at me like that anytime.
Such a naughty man...
Even the sly eventually get caught...
Poor Mon! You know, I've never ever been upset when men check me out. (Or women, for that matter.) No matter how blatantly. As long as they don't touch...... unless I want them too, of course!
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