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06 Ocak 2023, 06:35
Chapter 2: Erotic Thoughts and Shopping
Lisa hurried down the crowded streets of Covent Garden. The warmth of the encounter she had glowed on her face. She could swear that people could tell that she had just been "felt up" by another woman. Never having a lesbian experience before, she figured everybody knew and were talking about her. Lisa didn?t care if they were, and they weren?t. She was grinning from ear to ear, loving the memory of sweet Amanda in the hotel pool. The memory of Amanda?s breasts pushed up against her own, Amanda?s hand massaging her breasts. The memories swirled in her mind, bringing that same smile to her face and a warm feeling between her thighs. She was almost giddy.
The heels of her riding boots clicked on the cobblestones as she dashed across the intersection to her favorite bakery. Inside she perused the scones, biscuits and pastries. She smelled the fantastic aromas of strong coffee being poured in heavy ceramic mugs. A couple of English pounds later she emerged with a steaming cup of coffee and a small bag with a couple of fresh scones. Her long black skirt swished over her thighs as she hustled through the Underground station and boarded a waiting train just in time. She found a seat next to a man in a perfectly tailored suit; he was in his mid 60?s and reminded him of her father. He wore the same subtle cologne that her father preferred. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the familiar scent caused her to conjure her favorite memories of her father. He would be so proud of his little girl right now. She was living in London and doing what she loved. That?s all he ever expected from her. He was strict and demanding but never oppressive. He only expected her to do her best and give it her all. She had become a successful designer and scholar, and she gave her parents a great deal of the credit. An understanding Father and equally talented artist Mother had given her an incredible childhood of traveling adventure and love.
A short while later the train stopped at her station and she clamored out with the rest of the rush hour crowd. They spilled out into the loud, busy streets of London. It was another glorious English day. Beginning with a morning chill and fog, later to be burned away by the afternoon sun. She walked up the side steps to the V
Lisa hurried down the crowded streets of Covent Garden. The warmth of the encounter she had glowed on her face. She could swear that people could tell that she had just been "felt up" by another woman. Never having a lesbian experience before, she figured everybody knew and were talking about her. Lisa didn?t care if they were, and they weren?t. She was grinning from ear to ear, loving the memory of sweet Amanda in the hotel pool. The memory of Amanda?s breasts pushed up against her own, Amanda?s hand massaging her breasts. The memories swirled in her mind, bringing that same smile to her face and a warm feeling between her thighs. She was almost giddy.
The heels of her riding boots clicked on the cobblestones as she dashed across the intersection to her favorite bakery. Inside she perused the scones, biscuits and pastries. She smelled the fantastic aromas of strong coffee being poured in heavy ceramic mugs. A couple of English pounds later she emerged with a steaming cup of coffee and a small bag with a couple of fresh scones. Her long black skirt swished over her thighs as she hustled through the Underground station and boarded a waiting train just in time. She found a seat next to a man in a perfectly tailored suit; he was in his mid 60?s and reminded him of her father. He wore the same subtle cologne that her father preferred. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, the familiar scent caused her to conjure her favorite memories of her father. He would be so proud of his little girl right now. She was living in London and doing what she loved. That?s all he ever expected from her. He was strict and demanding but never oppressive. He only expected her to do her best and give it her all. She had become a successful designer and scholar, and she gave her parents a great deal of the credit. An understanding Father and equally talented artist Mother had given her an incredible childhood of traveling adventure and love.
A short while later the train stopped at her station and she clamored out with the rest of the rush hour crowd. They spilled out into the loud, busy streets of London. It was another glorious English day. Beginning with a morning chill and fog, later to be burned away by the afternoon sun. She walked up the side steps to the V