Just a quick little jotting of words. Feedback would be lovely:)
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Sitting in the corner chair, I am reading my book–a Hemingway collection–as she elegantly
approaches the seat across from mine.
An older woman, late thirties maybe, with a light brown complexion and dark hair. She smiles–
her smooth, glossed lips parting. Her dimples accentuate her soft face in a beautiful manner.
I pull out my notebook and look down, beginning to take notes of the casual, unknowingly
delightful encounter.
She lets out a deep sigh and sits down, her lovely curves filling out her skirt and blouse.
“Hemingway, eh?” The question directed at me, I look up just as she is uncrossing her legs,
to shift her body. I try not to stare as her legs open, but I am absolutely delighted by her
lacy pantyhose which run up her perfect thighs.
I manage to utter out a dazed “yeah,” trying my absolute hardest not to show the hot redness
I feel approaching my cheeks.