Author: DeliciousSkin

She was nervous and yet found herself burning with excitement at the anticipation of what was to come. She was wearing a simple sundress, dotted with yellow and pink flowers, and nothing underneath. The light fabric barely containing her round, perky breasts, and the gentle breeze threatening to expose her secret.

As she walked up to the restaurant, she saw him standing there. Stunningly handsome in dark jeans and a crisp white shirt. His eyes dancing with desire, a sly grin spreading across his lips. Locking eyes with him, she felt a warmth spreading throughout her body; her cheeks flushing, her nipples hardening and protruding through the light fabric of her dress. She knew he could see from where he stood, and that excited her to no end. Read more »

“Just a little bit longer”, she thought to herself as she trudged on through the park. “I don’t know why I do this to myself.” Running uphill, focusing on her breath, she saw a familiar face coming towards her. “Of course, I see him… When I look a mess.” For the past several months, every Sunday, she crossed his path. It would seem that he was just as neurotic about her when it came to his Sunday run. At 8:15am, they hit the lake; she heads South, he goes North, they cross paths, give each other the obligatory head nod, and go on with their day. Never stopping, never speaking, barely making eye contact. She assuming he not remembering these encounters and having no idea how much they meant to her.

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Watching him run towards her, his long, strong legs pounding the pavement, she took in his rippling leg muscles as they propel him forward, his chest heaving, the focusing on his face intoxicating. As they near each other, a familiar thought ran through her mind. What would I say to him, how would that first conversation go? What would it feel like to be wrapped his arms, and throw down here by the lake? Thankfully, by the time the pass each other she is typically so flushed and breathing so heavy from the run, it isn’t apparent that she is blushing. Read more »