His jaw dropped as she walked out of the trial room.
He could smell of her in the soft, lacy material in her purse she allowed a glance at.
Lightning bolts zapped through her as the raw silk of the topper rubbed against her tender, erect lobes as she snuggled up to him on the bike.
They were burning for his touch as he shut the door behind her.
—–x—–x—–
Inspired by the works of Kunal and Sangfroid.
Cheers!
a hiker on the highway 
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read it twice, still blank.
koi na, different people, different frequencies 😉
grrr… i am not going to give up :P.
is this the sequence (comprehended it from my third reading 😀 ) :
trial room -> bike -> bedroom
If I am wrong again, either you or dj ranga should elaborate it for me :P.
good one dude… not very easy to comprehend but it’s lasciviousness hasn’t decreased a bit! keep entertaining us with more 55 fiction stories 😉
Thanks buddy 🙂 Glad you find it lascivious (had to look that word up, someone is very apparently giving his all for CAT!) 😀
eh … it’s a bit confusing … multiple perspectives of narration is generally okay, but here, am not even sure how many people there are, exactly?! 😛
There are only 2 here, he and she 🙂
Good one, had to read it twice though 🙂
I second ranga.. not very easy… but worth comprehending. 😉
Cheers! 🙂
Thanks guys… watch out this space for more.. 😛
Had to read it twice to understand 🙂
Waiting for more 😛
hee hee hee 😛
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Lag to kuch achchi story rahi hai….
bt I am unable to comprehend it completely 😦
nice description.
though cudn’t relate the context of trial room with the pair…and reader is left on his own imagination to cook up. 😀
Doesnt any guy except the author himself here, understand any women related stuff