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The pretty innocence of her round face drives me wild. The way she holds herself; proud of all she is and all she has to offer makes me weak. My fingers ache for the chance to caress every curve in her figure. I want to worship her, honour her, give myself over to her. I live for the way her plush & freckled bosom jiggles when she throws her head back in laughter… 

Hidden beneath her business attire, her ample body is still on my mind. I can hear the nylon stockings around her thighs brushing against each other as she walks. It’s like whispered dirty talk without her even having to say a word. When she bends, her black skirt gets hiked up to cling to the contour of her hips offering a peak of her thick thighs. I crave the feeling of those thighs beneath my fingertips and I think back to how they tense and shiver when my tongue is between them. I can feel myself blushing at the memory. The slit in her skirt yawns open when she takes a seat and I catch a glimpse of the silver clip of her garters. Those nylon stockings have cheeky lacy tops to them and I’m sure they match what’s beneath her outfit. 

She lifts her hand from the desk and I follow the sparkle of the ring sitting snugly against her finger as she reaches her for hair. Those bright eyes meet mine with a knowing look and her plump lips blow me a kiss. I know she knows what I’m thinking and I am helpless to her flirting, but god knows I’ll make sure the wait is worth it when we get home.

When she turns away I can see one of her pet peeves; those pesky blouse buttons refusing to lay flat. That winking gap in her pinstripe top confirms my suspicions of a sexy bra with lacy details to match her stockings. My mind spins with the thought of how we will spend the evening.

She meets me outside the office for the walk home and she takes my hand in hers.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you looking,” she whispers.

“Good,” I tell her, “then you know what’s been on my mind all day.”

Those thick thighs I love so much seem to give a preemptive tremble as she giggles. I can’t wait to be alone with her again.

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It was the classic high-school party scene; someone’s parents had left them home alone for the weekend and we had decided it would be a great time to throw a party. The neighbours raised their eyebrows as the cars started parking on the lawn. I pulled up, fashionably late like usual, and dropped my keys in the designated box for the night. The shed in the yard became a makeshift club, with a plastic folding table for the drinks. There were buckets of ice with stubbies poking out against the wall, and we repurposed someone’s guitar amp for the music. We were lucky enough to have a bonfire in a 44-gallon drum and a hundred bucks worth of marshmallows.

The night wore on and the sweet and ashy taste of marshmallows blended with the smoke in the air. Suddenly, I caught the faintest scent of something refreshing but I couldn’t place it. The guy in front of me turned around and flashed a smile and we struck up a conversation. He was newly single and I remember his mate joking that I was a step up from his ex. The wind changed direction and carried smoke and cheap alcohol across the air. Every so often I would catch that sweet, refreshing scent again and imagine it across my tongue. Amidst snatches of conversation, I would find myself daydreaming about that flavour. To my inebriated self, nothing in the world could have smelled or tasted so unbelievably wonderful.

I was still flirting with that guy when his mate came back and said something about his ex being in another relationship already. Naturally, my role in this little scandal was clear. I was all dolled up and we decided to take a photo proving he had moved on too. So, in a dress shorter than my mother’s temper, we struck a pose worthy of a centrefold.

It was while I was draped around this guy that I realised where that intoxicating scent was coming from; bubblemint gum. While his friend found the perfect photo angle, I blurted out that I love that flavour of gum and jokingly he asked if I wanted a taste. And I, never one to pass up such an opportunity, kissed him to enjoy that refreshing sweet flavour. The photo was iconic and I had the pleasure of enjoying that flavour all night long…