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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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a story from a few years back.
one of the most unusual presents I received for my 30th birthday was a set of binoculars from a great aunt. They were really good quality with carl zeiss lenses but, like a lot of presents, they went into a drawer and stayed there for over a year. I wasn't much interested in bird watching nor did I have interests where you would use binoculars. In fact, since my 30th I didn't have very many interests. I had just broken up with my long term live in girlfriend and for a long time I had found it hard to adjust to the single life. Basically life revolved around work, playing rugby and training for rugby. I was starting to feel happier within myself but certainly still missed things about being in a couple. Top of that list was sex and I don't just mean sex, I mean really naughty, kinky stuff. Sure I had had my fair share of d*unken Saturday night fumbles but really, they bored me and definitely didn't satisfy.
This story begins one Sunday afternoon in Sainsburys. Whilst shopping I seemed to be following a rather lovely sight around the aisles. She was wearing a pair of those black skin tight leggings and I enjoyed the view of strong fit legs, a nice round bottom and the outline of panties. She was wearing a loose flowing white blouse so all I could see were brown tanned arms. Those and a shock of shoulder length jet black hair made me think she was of indian or Pakistani descent.
I was fixating on those buttocks, imaging the naughty things I could do when I looked up and saw her staring at me through a mirror. Caught and embarrassed I was preparing to turn my trolley in the opposite direction when she turned around and said my name. Shocked, I stood there looking at her mutely with absolutely no idea who she was. What I did know was that she truly was stunning. Indian at a guess with beautiful olive eyes, the clearest complexion and bright wide teeth in full mouth. I couldn't help but also notice the promising heave under her blouse.
'you don't remember me, do you?' she teased, eyes sparkling with a hint of flirtation. I tried to remember a distant Saturday night fumble but felt sure I would have remembered being with this woman. 'A level chemistry?' she suggested. My mind computed through a catalogue of classmates faces before the answer jumped up at me.
' Miss Kapoor? really? My, you have really changed!' I remembered my doudy frumpy 30 something chemistry teacher.
'yes, a new lease of life in the past few years, jonty, but you haven't changed so much, still playing?' she patted my stomach and yes, she was flirting with me.
We shopped and chatted for a while and I told her about work and rugby while she informed me that her husband had left her for a younger woman, prompting her to do something with her life. When we left the store I realised she was walking and naturally offered her a lift and was very pleased to learn that she lived a mere 100 yards from my flat.
Over the next few weeks we chatted regularly and went running together. She had recently become a fitness fanatic, losing 2 stones and firming up 3 times a week in the gym. I was becoming quite fixated with her and looked forward to my weekly sunday morning run with her.
Apart from enjoying her company each sunday, after the run, I would rush up the stairs and take out my binoculars and watch her run the last few yards to her house. She would go straight upstairs and into her bedroom. I would see her stretch and remove her sweat covered lycra top and shorts before jumping into her en suite. After her shower she would draw the blinds and that would be the end of my wee show. And yes, I did feel a bit like a pervert. But I did also normally catch a glimpse of those wonderful full breasts on her slim brown body. Her nipples were very large and had deep dark chocolate colour. I was also convinced that she had a breast enlargement as they looked so firm and pert.
imagine my surprise and delight when for the last two weeks her routine changed and she left the blinds open after her shower.....
to be continued if you like...
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