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A Lesson In The Art Of Female WilesWe had talked with Jim a number of times and found him to be intelligent and articulate. He was willing to sit and talk even from the first time we met. That appealed to us as we prefer a gentleman with patience as well as skill. My wife Myra loves to tease in a discrete and focused effort so that Jim and I can see what she is doing but others around us are left wondering.
The first time we met with Jim we met him at a Starbucks. Myra wore a short skirt, and button down sweater, and a demi bra. Sandles were the last item she wore. We got there before Jim so that I could check out the area for the best setting and then arranged the chairs accordingly. Jim was late...30 minutes late to be exact. Both Myra and I were just getting ready to leave when he pulled in and parked. He apologized and explained that something had come up at work. I was more ready to forgive than Myra. Jim sat in the chair I had positioned for him but Myra's legs and arms were were crossed, with her right foot bobbed up and down like a cat's tail before it pounces! Silently I whispered to myself, "Good luck, Jim. You are going to need it!"
Jim proved to be a good conversationalist though not a bs-er. His listening skills were about normal for a 33 year old male and soon Myra's foot had slowed considerably. We continued our conversation during the next 30 minutes and, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Myra had uncrossed her legs. Jim had been very careful to make only eye contact up until this point but I noticed that he seemed more distracted than previously. I glanced at Myra and, just as I had hoped, she was moving one leg side to side, giving Jim a teasingly faint glimpes of the fact that she had nothing on under her skirt. So Jim gave up. He had exercised patience and restraint but the knowledge that Myra was exposing herself to him in a public place soon over rode his ability to avoid full eye contact with treasure. Myra had allowed her skirt to creep high up her thighs and would innocently scratch very near the top of her inner thigh. Finally, she looked him square in the eyes, opened her knees, and separated her vaginal lips, running her finger the full length of her very wet slit. She asked him in a soft voice, "Can you smell my womanly fragrance?" Jim leaned forward and slowly drew in a deep breath. He nodded that he could. Myra continued looking at him as she closed her knees together and said, "Remember that next time you run late." End of show...
Well, Jim did become Myra's Fuck Buddy and they now laugh about that first meeting. Jim...has never been late since!
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