Mick and Shelly Part 1
Mick and Shelly Part 1
The rain poured outside his window, and the glass became a pane of clear goop rolling down and down again. It was night time and dark, but he enjoyed keeping the view open. The open view made his small space seem a bit bigger. As he stared out the watery glass, his thoughts were rewinding the last couple of months that he had been spending with the girl of his dreams. It was quiet, not even the cooling system was running. It made the room a bit muggy and steamy feeling but he didn’t want the noise. As he sat at his desk to make an entry to his journal, he was about to type out what else was making him feel so hot and flustered.
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[Sunday May 23, 2008 at 3:18 pm – Entry by Mick]
Don’t most people have fantasies? Am I really all that different from most men? I have fantasized about a lot of different and crazy things. More and more, it is getting harder and harder to find a woman to live up to my expectations. When I look at a lovely face or a great figure, I first ask myself, wonder what she will agree to do in bed. Maybe everyone is asking that, but it has become a problem for me to the point I am not even sleeping with these women that I meet. That is, until I met Shelly.
I met Shelly at the park. It was on a Sunday afternoon and I just needed to get out. I guess I was in need of a woman’s presence more than I was willing to admit. There she was throwing bread pieces on the pond feeding the geese and ducks that usually come around this time of year. A beautiful woman, slender, tanned, small breasted, and her hair was light shiny blonde. She keeps it cut short around her face. On that day, it just seemed to sit there, straight and glimmering in the sun.
Shelly was wearing a very skimpy bikini and I quickly checked her left hand for a band. There was no ring and as I stood just about a foot away, I decided to speak to her and I said, “There are so many things I could say”. She turned to me and she smiled, stepping that foot or so to get closer to me. She stood there momentarily looking at me and she gave me a little nod. When she turned around to throw more crumbs on the water, she pressed her ass against my cock. It felt deliberate and I had to ask in a low key voice, “Is this intentional”. I knew she was the one when she answered with one little magical word, “Yes”.
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