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He wanted her so bad in her tight jeans tight top showing off her breasts. He wanted to feel those ample soft breasts in his hands, feel his hand glide over her firm well formed bum. He wanted her so much. Wanted to undo them jeans slide his hand in them jeans and feel her writhe in response. Oh how he wanted her now.

She glanced over and saw his stare, wondered why he was so flush, then realised he was looking at her body realised he wanted her badly. She looked at him closer he was much older than her thought he should know better than to to stare at her there. Saw his eyes checking out her jeans skin tight yes and knew his thoughts were obscene. Should she play along then just cut and run. Or let him see she was having none, of his unwanted staring and checking her out. Maybe she should get close and then just shout ‘do you mind not ogling me. Your as old as my dad and it is obscene’. That made her smile but she was not like that. Looked again and her compassion came out. She just flicked her hair and then just walked away leaving him with his thoughts so depraved but he did her no harm and made no advances just some random guy who wished he had chances of sharing some moments of passion with her. Sadly this was not something on which she concurred.

As she walked away flicking her hair he suddenly thought there was a smile there. She obviously knew he was looking and liked that he stared, wished he would take her right then and there. Wanted him ripping her clothes off for sure, wanted his experience and the love of a mature, man who was probably as old as her dad, has father issues that make her feel sad and needs him to reaffirm some kind of fathers love something he could offer, more than enough. He sat there feeling good thinking ‘I have still got it’ then got up and went to go back to work in his office.

How funny it is to see how people believe illusions they create and these delusional dreams. How different people think and how they perceive things in their life, it’s all a mystery to me.