"I remember when I was a kid, days felt like forever. When I was in college, it felt like I was swinging on a rope tied to the weekends. Now time zips...by in months and I feel like I blink twice and it's Christmas again. I'm afraid I'll wake up one day and wonder where my life went." She felt the emotion in her throat and her eyes were full, but she swallowed it down again and blinked back the tears, not understanding why she was blurting all this out.She slid the omelette onto a plate and. What caught my eye were the woman's legs. She had slender ankles that tapered up to well-rounded calves. She wore high heels which accentuated her calf muscles. Her calves tapered in at the knee and above her knee, her thighs flared up to rather full hips. She was wearing a light-blue cotton skirt that stopped at mid-thigh, giving me ample leg flesh to ogle. I thought that I was being discrete but she looked at me with a half-smile, which seemed to say, "like what you see". This preamble was. Maine thora waqt lia aur usay ready honay mai. Kuch dino baad ik aur moqa aya jub koi ghar nhi tha but mere mamo jaan aye huwe thay. Mai apne computer per thaa aur woh room mai enter huwe, mamo bahar balcony ki taraf thay. Maine usay dewaar ki taraf push kia aur tightly kissed her aur uska scraf utar dia. Pechay se usay grab kia aur woh ik dum lambi sansay lene lagi. Maine phir apna hath kameez ke andar dal ker uske boobs daba diye. Woh ready nhi thi but maine usay janay nhi dia. Aur mai puri. . erh, warm."We parted and I didn't know what to say."Look, I'm sweating." She pulled the blouse away from her breasts and blew on the perspiration between opulent mounds. Her skin glowed under the red lights and the valley of her breasts was dark and secret. I nodded, my eyes never leaving the slopes of her lovely breasts.There was some sort of magnetic forces between us. I could smell her perfume. Almost sense the warmth of her body. I could imagine the scent wafting up from between her.