I imagined you here today.
I’m just in my usual Sunday spot (the book store) while I wait to pick my dtr after she finishes volunteering at the animal shelter.
I look good today— wearing that green dress with polka dots. I’ve caught the eyes of several men on my hips or on the slight amount of cleavage I’m showing.
I imagined you here when I was getting out of my car, loading my son’s car seat into his stroller. A car pulled past me, and I smiled, throwing a “what if” out into the world.
What if that had been you, stopping in to pick up a new book for… someone.
I’d give you a sly smile as you called out a “Well shiiiiit, if it isn’t my old friend…” I’d tell you what a nice surprise it is to run into you, and I’d step over to give you a hug.
As you hugged me, I’d hear you growl into my ear just how sexy I look right now. My body would immediately respond to that as you pulled away.
Maybe I’d offer to walk with you as you went to pick up your book, since my little guy is sound asleep and I don’t really have any plans.
At some point, maybe the stroller would be in just the right place, we in a secluded enough aisle, that you could manage to lean over and touch me. Run your fingers along my inner thigh and slowly over my crotch. I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
Then you’d pull back, act like you had an itch on your face or something, but we’d lock eyes as you gave your fingers a quick sniff, maybe even popping them into your mouth for just a moment.
I imagined you here today.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f8ji48/fs_tame_but_delicious_daydream_of_m