Old Girl s Fantasy
I see you on the bus every morning, sometimes sitting, though usually standing. You are in your usual work attire, leather jacket, jeans, steel toe work boots, rugged wear for a rugged guy. If I’m sitting close enough, I’ll get a whiff of your aftershave, you smell wonderful and when you aren't too preoccupied with the problems of your world, you actually look around and smile at people, but seldom at me.I'm a woman of a certain age, whom you probably wouldn't think twice about in a sexual way,...
Seduction