I Love To Flirt With Women
Normally, no matter where I am, I always feel as if I am one the sexiest, most seductive women. I love drawing attention to myself and feeling those lusty stares undressing me with their eyes. It is something I have come to take for granted.
But this particular day, there was a lady in a red dress that even I had to admit was real competition. Her minidress was low cut and fit her like a second skin, revealing her luscious, curvy figure, leaving the upper half of her full breasts exposed and showing off her deep cleavage so enticingly. She had long, shapely legs that her spiked stilletto heels made look even more beautiful, and the hem of the dress left an expanse of creamy, firm thighs on tempting display. She moved with such sensuous grace, like a graceful ballerina, her supple, nubile body undulating seductively with each step she took.
Like me, she had long, flowing black hair that hung to the center of her back and framed her beautiful face with luxurious curls, and her pouty lips were painted glossy red, looking so deliciously kissable. Even I was staring at her, finding her so very attractive.
She caught me staring, and she flashed me the most beautiful smile, her brown eyes glistening with a naughty gleam. I could not resist, and found myself moving towards her, returning her smile with my own very best come-hither-smile, and she paused as she saw me approaching.
We exchanged hello's and I found myself flirting with her in such shameless manner, but to my delight, she was also flirting with me. There was a definite vibe between us, and I sensed that she was feeling something of the same attraction I felt. Sometimes it is hard to tell with another woman, whether she is interested in me that way, or if she is just interested in becoming girlfriends, but I was hoping that I was reading her correctly.
We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping together, going store to store, chatting away as if we had known each other for years, and we slowly learned about one another. We were both married to well-to-do husbands, neither one had any children, and somehow over the several hours we spent together, it came out that we were both interested in other women. My heart was beating faster as I confirmed that yes, she was bisexual, and yes she was attracted to me.
As we left the shopping mall, with our packages, we exchanged phone numbers, and agreed to set up a dinner date with our husbands. I am so excited by the thought of having sex with her, and I cannot wait to meet her husband.
But this particular day, there was a lady in a red dress that even I had to admit was real competition. Her minidress was low cut and fit her like a second skin, revealing her luscious, curvy figure, leaving the upper half of her full breasts exposed and showing off her deep cleavage so enticingly. She had long, shapely legs that her spiked stilletto heels made look even more beautiful, and the hem of the dress left an expanse of creamy, firm thighs on tempting display. She moved with such sensuous grace, like a graceful ballerina, her supple, nubile body undulating seductively with each step she took.
Like me, she had long, flowing black hair that hung to the center of her back and fr
She caught me staring, and she flashed me the most beautiful smile, her brown eyes glistening with a naughty gleam. I could not resist, and found myself moving towards her, returning her smile with my own very best come-hither-smile, and she paused as she saw me approaching.
We exchanged hello's and I found myself flirting with her in such shameless manner, but to my delight, she was also flirting with me. There was a definite vibe between us, and I sensed that she was feeling something of the same attraction I felt. Sometimes it is hard to tell with another woman, whether she is interested in me that way, or if she is just interested in becoming girlfriends, but I was hoping that I was reading her correctly.
We spent the rest of the afternoon shopping together, going store to store, chatting away as if we had known each other for years, and we slowly learned about one another. We were both married to well-to-do husbands, neither one had any children, and somehow over the several hours we spent together, it came out that we were both interested in other women. My heart was beating faster as I confirmed that yes, she was bisexual, and yes she was attracted to me.
As we left the shopping mall, with our packages, we exchanged phone numbers, and agreed to set up a dinner date with our husbands. I am so excited by the thought of having sex with her, and I cannot wait to meet her husband.
By:
outofbiz
Age:
36-40
,
Female
