Not a Tango, nothing to see here

June 28, 2011

Government sponsored pornography

Filed under: Uncategorized — antitango @ 9:15 am

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a
room, his room. Then he quietly shut the
door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke
in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.

“Just relax.”

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start
at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but
steadily. My breath caught in my throat.

I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn’t care.

His touch was so experienced, so sure.

When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly
closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding.

I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage.

And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my
shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.

This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to
taking ‘No’ for an answer. A man who would tell
me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say .. . .

“Okay ma’am, you can board your flight now.”


1 Comment »

  1. LOL!!!!

    Comment by Miguel — June 28, 2011 @ 2:43 pm

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