He welcomed me by asking me what I'm doing here. Chatting for days, I realized that he was a real perv. We agreed to meet. When I first saw him, he wa... all I imagined him to be. Classical pervert who looks at boobs, who loves curves and wants asses for dessert. After lunch, I thought it was time for some kissing. His kiss was soft yet magical. He kissed till I couldn't breathe anymore. He took off my boots like a real gentleman, unzipped my pants, took off my shirt and looked at me like a. This man that I’d been eying for months now knew that I saw him as a sexual object. That’s not the kind of person I am. I’m a nice lady who takes the time to get to know people and treats everyone with respect. For crying out loud, that barista gets a two dollar tip from me most of the time. I’m nice! The only time I let my guard down and give in to some primitive urges is every other Friday when he’s around, and I just blew it. I felt horrible. He was out of my league and my being a wallflower. She smiled briefly at the compliment. Putty he thought. Mine for the shaping, the taking and the ravishing! "Although you do look amazing in this low cut revealing shirt" he drawled out in a slightly deeper more confident voice, with the same smile. She blushed and subconsciously let the blouse fall a little lower. "Stand up for me darling let's see how you look before I have you change in to more boring attire." He took her hand and guided her up. "My my, quite a beauty, how have you not. She’d take time to work on those anxieties with a therapist later. Later that night, basking in the glow of her good fortune, Lauren remembered the echo of a voice in her mind. ‘I’m sorry I’ve been so busy, but continue to write me as often as you can.’ The ghost of the hand that lay on her shoulder sent a shiver through Lauren’s body. She knew the voice and the woman it belonged to. They had seen glimpses of each other every now and then. A few times in the grocery store, but no real.