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She first caught my eye a month ago. I’d been rushing toward the supermarket at the last minute, my mind a maze of ingredients I would need for dinner. I absentmindedly dodged past the other shoppers for an empty cart, my mind on one thing only (getting the hell out of there as soon as possible) and there she stood…I’d never been someone who paid attention to door-greeters, or their little sales papers or offers of the latest great money-saving deal. In my plight to mark checks off my to-do list, they really were merely passing faces. But this girl, she made me stop mid-step. Maybe it was the way she stood there, nodding her fake ‘hello’s’ to passing shoppers, nonchalant in the way she ran her fingers through her messy hair. She had one of those hairstyles where one Çankaya Escort side was partially shaved, the other a mess of sultry waves. I could almost imagine tangling my fingers in it, gently pushing her head back to expose the soft skin of her neck. Or…maybe it was the way she winked at me, her eyes quickly averting to the shopper walking just ahead of me. Oh, so she was brave…but also a little nervous. I liked that in a lover.I smiled a nod ‘hello’ and made my way through the produce section, every now and then throwing a passing glance over my shoulder toward her figure. Steadily, she passed out of view. Still, she remained in the back of my head. The smile, the wink, the way her gaze followed me and Keçiören Escort then floated to some place beyond my head…as if she didn’t want to be totally obvious. Thirty minutes later and my shopping was complete. I was nervous as I walked toward the exit. It was my turn to smooth the wrinkles out of my shirt jacket with one hand as my other guided the cart in her direction. She still stood there, calling ‘hello’ and ‘have a nice evening’ to random passer-byers. It was obvious she said it to everyone. Was I merely misinterpreting something here? No, it was the wink. No one winked directly at someone else without there meaning….something.Walking past her was going to be awkward. Should I look at her and Etimesgut Escort say hello? Or should I smile and say nothing at all? Just a few steps beyond the cheap lottery machines in their steady ding-dings and there she stood. She had a masculine type of gait in the way she stood and swayed. Nervously, or perhaps out of habit, she had the tendency to constantly toss her hair. As I neared, she was turned away from me. She didn’t see me approaching, but I could see her clearly. I slowed my pace so my eyes could linger a little longer.She was taller than me by only a few inches. Definitely slimmer. But where her thighs and ass lacked in thickness, I could definitely make up with mine. She was still cute, had a nice ass, pretty build, and a flat stomach. I could just imagine her legs intertwined with mine. I would run my fingertips down the crease of her well-toned abdomen. And she’d smile her little lop-sided smile. She had a peculiar type of smirk, one corner of her lips always turned upward, as if she were keeping a mischievous secret. And she was most definitely a secret I’d be willing to keep!
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