She
was wearing a tiny mini skirt and a flimsy cotton top.
I
could see she was not wearing a bra and her incredibly breasts were on
show.
After
watching her walk in I turned back to my beer.
No
sooner had I taken a sip when I turn to see her pulling another bar stool up
close to me and sat down.
She
said 'Hi', and I said 'Hi' in return.
She
asked how I was and took my hand and placed it on her inner thigh, rubbing it up
and down.
'Does
that make you feel good ?' she asked. 'I'll bet you feel good,' she continued.
'In fact, I'll bet you've never felt this good before.'
'Well,
I have,' I corrected her. 'You see, when I was 17, I was picked to play for the
National School Rugby Finals in front of a crowd of about 3000 and I felt really
good.'
I
immediately felt a bit pathetic saying that and I thought she would get up and
go.
But
she took my hand off her thigh and put it up the front of her top.
Her
nipple pushed into my palm as she massaged my hand into her pert, perfect
breast.
'How
do you feel now,' she purred.
'OK'
I replied.
Again,
she said, 'I'll bet you do. In fact, I'll bet you've never felt THIS good
before!'
Unbelievably
I heard myself saying 'Well, actually I have.
In
that game, we were down by six points with about 20 seconds left in the
match.
The
Opposition kicked the ball deep into our half of the field, where I caught
it.
I
ran up field, side-stepping past the first few defenders, handed off a couple of
would-be tacklers, burst through a few forwards, chipped over their
fullback,
regathered
and scored a try right under the posts with about 2 or 3 seconds 'til full
time.
We
were still behind by one point, but I had a simple kick at goal to win the
match.ˇ
"Ahhh....."
she growled between clenched teeth, more than a bit miffed, pulled my hand from
under her top and thrust it down the front of her skirt.
My
fingers immediately met what felt like a wisp of soft cotton , and she was
wet!
She
whispered, 'Well tell me this, Mr Rugby Man: Have you ever felt such a perfect twat?'
'I
certainly have,' I answered,
'I
missed the kick.'
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