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7/9/2025, 11:43:48 AM
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>you stay still for no real reason since she's not even facing you, though it may be the sight of such magnificent ass. You can still see her front thanks to a rather strategically placed mirror, though: older than twenty five but younger than thirty, the aforementioned forehead, narrow but thick eyebrows, brown eyes behind purple-framed glasses... you guess she's one of those 'Christmas cake' girls. You never understood the refence, only that it applied to mature yet still young women.
>the woman's order arrives; it's a simple beer can, nothing fancy about it. She pops it open and chugs it down.
>you feel yourself growing hotter and sweaty by the second, feeling like a creep for ogling this beauty, but you refuse to look away, hoping she won't spontaneously notice.
>cue your heart stopping beating when the woman turns around... to get up and leave the way she came, a bounce on her chest. You release a sigh of relief, but also kick yourself in the head for not doing anything. After that you finish your drink and leave, a bit morose that such a thing won't happen again, that such a beauty won't enter your sight.
>only, it happens again. A few times, even.
>you stay still for no real reason since she's not even facing you, though it may be the sight of such magnificent ass. You can still see her front thanks to a rather strategically placed mirror, though: older than twenty five but younger than thirty, the aforementioned forehead, narrow but thick eyebrows, brown eyes behind purple-framed glasses... you guess she's one of those 'Christmas cake' girls. You never understood the refence, only that it applied to mature yet still young women.
>the woman's order arrives; it's a simple beer can, nothing fancy about it. She pops it open and chugs it down.
>you feel yourself growing hotter and sweaty by the second, feeling like a creep for ogling this beauty, but you refuse to look away, hoping she won't spontaneously notice.
>cue your heart stopping beating when the woman turns around... to get up and leave the way she came, a bounce on her chest. You release a sigh of relief, but also kick yourself in the head for not doing anything. After that you finish your drink and leave, a bit morose that such a thing won't happen again, that such a beauty won't enter your sight.
>only, it happens again. A few times, even.
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