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It was the first time I laid eyes on her. It was in a pub and I was sitting on a high chair at a table drinking a pint of beer and waiting for my food. I first saw her at 1:45 pm in the afternoon and the pub was about half full. She wore a yellow dress, covered in red rose petals and leaves that sprouted in all sorts of directions. An elasticated section covered the area of her breasts and there was no sign of a tell-tale bra line. Sha had her back to me and she was laughing and playing with her three daughters of various ages, themselves dressed in a yellowish dress of one kind or another. One of them had a white embroidered scarf around her head and shoulders and all four of them were enjoying themselves.I remembered at the time, that the sight of so many people laughing was not all that common. Not these days.It wasn’t so much her laughter that caught my attention but her red hair. Hair that glistened brightly in the sun’s rays that pushed through the windows of the pub and forced themselves into every dark corner they could find. A bright red band was tied in her hair to form a pony tail of sorts. When she changed her orientation to laugh at her children on either side of her, I could see her face. It exuded pleasure; innocent pleasure, a kind of childhood pleasure; a pleasure that portrayed the fact that she, and them, were as happy as Larry. They looked extremely happy anyway.I remember twisting my head to try and look on her face. I wanted to see what she was like. How beautiful she was. I was struggling to look on her face and on more than one occasion I contemplated changing tables.My food arrived and I sat and ate; every now and then turning to watch her and to see what she was doing. Her kids had started to wander çankaya escort outside to play with their friends and I had only just finished my meal when she turned sideways to me; providing me with a side-on view of her face.The phrase ‘fuck she looks gorgeous’ sprung into my mind. Her summer dress hung elegantly over her body. The elasticated top clung to the undersides of her breasts in the most erotic way. When she glanced my way, I smiled. It was my best sexy smile, because her bright blue-green eyes instantly invoked that feeling in me.I wanted to fuck her.No, I wanted her to be mine and then I remembered the three kids. Perhaps not. Perhaps I was jumping the gun a little here.Once our eyes met each other we instantly looked away. I don’t know why I did it but when she looked at me it caught me unawares. I was surprised at how I felt when she too smiled at me and nodded. Our reaction to each other’s stare must have been one of shyness. Not that I am shy in the slightest.I picked up a stray chip, stuffed it in my mouth, took a sip of my pint and, out of the corner of my eye, looked in her direction once more.She was sitting side-on to the table. Waiting for what? Or for who? I thought. Her kids scrambled back in through the main door of the pub and she chatted to them for a while before they left again.That dress was something else. It looked like it belonged on her, it was made for her; it complemented her hair and body. She fitted it perfectly like it was sprayed on. I couldn’t imagine that dress on anyone else; it would have been daylight robbery to have done so.The dress looked so sexy, tight-fitting, clinging where it needed. I couldn’t see any lines underneath at all and I rus escort wondered whether she did or didn’t.I wanted to find out. I desperately wanted to find out. But she was there, I was here and my pint was getting low. Either I walk or buy another.Her eldest walked in and they started talking. As soon as the kid left I watched as she got up from the table and walked in my direction. I busied myself with my pint; swilling it around in circles and started to look out of the window opposite me.Out of the corner of my eye I watched her yellow summer dress skim past me. Light from the window scattered over its surface and highlighted all the important areas of her body.Her breasts filled but did not overfill the elasticated area.The dress clung to her hips like glue.The dress swung loosely from side to side across her upper thighs.Her red hair mesmerised me and I wanted to stare at her.I really wanted to stare at her as she walked past me.Sometimes in life, you have to do what you want to do. I wish this was one of those moments but it wasn’t. I was ashamed of myself for not doing what I wanted to do. But, she had kids, must have been married, right? Must be happy with her life, right? She must have been a lot of things that I wasn’t.She certainly was the sexiest woman I had seen for a long time and certainly the happiest.I jumped when I heard a voice in my ear. It startled me. Shocked me. I wasn’t expecting it and yet I heard a voice in my ear; a soft voice, her voice. I heard the words ‘Hi’ first then more followed. By the time I took it all in and came to the conclusion that they were for me the last word I caught was ‘Angela.’I turned around to look at where the sound came from and found it was eryaman escort the woman in the yellow dress. I couldn’t help but take in her full body as she stood there, inches away from me. I turned, smiled and introduced myself. For some fucking stupid reason my hand popped out in front of me and I offered it to her as I said my name.She smiled; an amusing smile. But she took my hand as offered and shook it.“Nice to meet you, Matt,” she said as she smiled at me, biting her lip in the process and glancing towards the door; just in case.I didn’t know what to say, I was dumbfounded. I raised both my hands in the air and was about to ask her to sit with me on the high stool, but she beat me to it.“I have to pop to the ladies room,” she said, “but you’re welcome to join me if you want to.”Her hand swept across my cheek and she let it rest there; hesitating before she left. Her hand lingered far too long, partly because I was already rising from my chair and had already moved in her direction; unable to control the magnetism that dragged me upwards and along with her. By the time she entered the corridor for the ladies room, I was a few steps behind. I remember thinking what a wonderful arse she had as it wiggled in front of me. I could see my hand pushing its way up her vibrant yellow dress and cupping her sex. I could see me pressing my hands into her breasts and I could also see me rushing hurriedly out of the ladies loo when other women were inside watching me enter.I was hoping that no-one would be there.As she entered the loo, she looked behind her to make sure I was still there and to make sure no-one else was following us. I did the same.As I entered I saw her standing in the doorway to an empty cubicle. Her hands fell behind her as she grasped the upright of the door. I pressed my body into her and we immediately started kissing. Not the gentle type but the full on passionate exchange you get between people that just can’t wait. At that moment we definitely fell into that category.

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