One hot chick
Time for me to steal this thread. Korean probably will enjoy reading this.
It was my first Biz trip. With a co-worker to city of Peachtrees, southern bell. She has a Sharon Mann S.M. type of bod, as she teach aerobics. Sandy blonde hair, cute face that could stop traffic. My only complain was the eyes didn't go with the rest of her face. Hey, I'm a face guy.
I don't think of her that way, as we spend so much time at work together and my preference are petite girls. When I do, the scary picture of her musclar legs wrapped around me like a pair of vise like in one of the Bond movies kicks in. We were both in serious relationship with others at the time, so resisting temptation was not a problem.
She loves to show off her legs with mini-skirts. Guys often find excuse to come by for a closer look. She often unknowingly flash me as she is not mindful of it and I sit closeby.
It was at the airport luggage belt, while I was standing few feet behind her that I heard two guys from behind howling, "get out of the way...". I turned around to learn the guys were yelling at me as while I was busy lookin out for our luggage, the sandy blonde knock-out decide to bend over in a reverse straddle V position to adjust her boots as I was standing directly behind her. From the guys' angle, it looked like I was humming her from behind,
one of my fav positions by the way.
For few seconds, it seemed like the world stopped, I had such strong urge to put my hands on her butt and step into position for the 'gentlemen start your engine...' thing. Ah, it's still fresh in my mind to this day. My mind at that time was debating whether to step aside for guys behind me to get their jollies since I wasn't interested or 'in the game'. Being the gentlemen that Goodtime is,I decide to stand firm in position and enjoyed the view. Can't turn down nice pair of inviting tight buns.
What would you guys do if you were in Goodtime's shoes?
The other memorable moment from same trip was when we checked in at the hotel, I automatically replied to the reception the reservation was under my name. You should have seen S.M.'s face with the frown look, "Noooo...". It was not until that moment I realized I never told our secertary that made the booking, how many travelling
and # of rooms. I still get a smile on my face remembering her reaction that day.
As you would expect, guys back at the office were dying to know the intimate details of our trip south. And those that would kill for my place on that trip.
