He was walking around the mall looking like a list of bad decisions.
However, she was looking quite scrumptious.
But he didn't know how to approach her.
He thought of everything and yet none of it was enough. Not for her. Plus, he didn't want to scare her away. So he did the thing that all awkward gents do that ironically does scare them away: He stared.
It was all in his head. This image of her, with her pink hair draped upon her shoulders, her beautiful slim arms, her sweet little fingers clutching the teddy bear, those gorgeous thin legs wrapped up in white stockings. It was all in his head. But that's how you make dreams come true. You think them up and make them happen. It wasn't that he was bad with words, he just lacked motivation.
"I love your beautiful hair, what a pretty color."
She smiled. He recognized that gleam in her eyes. He also noticed how she moved her lips and tongue. She looked at him sideways, but not to scold. Well, not to scold in a bad way.
He might have been awkward, might have even been shy, but he knew how to read someone who was as perverted as him. You could call it empathy or you could say it takes one to know one. He knew she liked what he liked.
Well, it turns out she was quite the professional. She was just as sexual at work as she was at the mall. She told him to meet her at work, because she couldn't get time off but was definitely interested in a "social" call.
He made his way to her office, a hop skip and a jump from the mall and there she was: Bare legs in a short pink minidress; gorgeous pink high heels; beautiful slim and delicately curved legs and that sweet face framed by that bright pink hair. He was in love.
She went down on him in the closet and he didn't know what the f--k to do. He was going to lose his mind, it felt so good, in so many ways: The actual feel of it, the idea of it, the way she looked, the feel of her. God! It doesn't get any better than this.
