I finally made it to the bank to officially change my name back to the maiden one. While waiting I noticed a young man (ok.. maybe in his early 30’s) bring his bike into the bank. He politely asked if he could leave it there while he went to the teller. My bank (US Bank) rocks & they easily said, “Of course.”
Soon after that, I went in line to use the teller. (Paycheck deposit.) And I’m talking to her with my usual joking humor. She’s grinning and we’re chatting. Something tugs at the corner of my eye. I look to my right to catch the cute young man staring at me. With a grin I give him a once over & glance away. Finishing my transaction I do my usual Cat hip-sway walk back to the Customer Service agent.
While waiting for customer service to finish with me, I see the Cutie fumble (a suspiciously long time) with his helmet and finally wheel his bike out the door. I, of course, assess his frame as he leaves the bank with a running dialogue in my head.
Tall… but very nice broad shoulders.
His waist is so tiny in comparison.
Yea, but imagine how easy that little ass is to straddle. You’ll last a lot longer on top if you aren’t getting a cramp trying to work leg muscles stretched too far!
True, but with an ass that small I can never get a good smack in. Such a little target, I usually miss. Just like Sex God’s tiny ass.
True, unless he’s lying on his stomach… then its such a sexy ass.
I wonder if that’s true for all small assed men?
You should do a survey!
Ha
No matter how busy I get… with work, kids, life, etc… at heart I’m a flirty slut. I often go sooo wrapped up in all that other stuff I forget this part of me. And I’m happiest when I’m reveling in my Slutdom. Walking the walk, shooting the looks and seducing men.
Plus my Slut-Walk is fabulous for my posture!
