Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
Note: all improper English is intentional.
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"You sure are a fine looking woman," I said to a fine looking woman I was about to walk past in the parking lot while I was on my way into a local grocery store the other night.
"Thank you," she responded and kept walking in the opposite direction.
"Hold up, wait a minute," I said.
"Yes," she responded impatiently after stopping and looking up at my face for a second or two, then looking me up and down.
"You like what you see don't you," I suggested.
"You ain't all that," she responded unconvincingly and smacked her lips before continuing on her way.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, you sure are fine," I said after I saw the shape of her ass and her panty line underneath the stretchy tight fitting dress she wore.
"Is all that necessary? she asked after stopping and looking back at me.
"Is what necessary?" I asked.
"All that mmm, mmm, mmm, and the way you're looking at me," she complained, then she started on her way again, but with a little more wiggle to her hips as she walked.
"And how am I looking at you?" I asked as I trailed a couple of steps behind her.
"Like you're undressing me with your eyes," she said.
"How do you know that... do you have eyes in the back of your head?"
"I can feel you looking at me," she replied.
"Well I wasn't undressing you... I was visualizing you in a pair of semi-transparent embroidered lace panties.
She turned her head just enough to give me a quick look outta the corners of her eyes and said, "Excuse me."
"I like looking at a woman's pussy hair thru her panties."
"You done lost your mind," she said sounding as though she really did think that I was touched.
After hearing the tone of her voice I took the fact she didn't immediately run me off as a good sign. "Do you have on some see-thru panties right now?" I asked after we'd taken a few more steps.
"I'm not telling you that," she stated.
"You just did, because you didn't say no," I remarked.
She kept walking and looking straight ahead.
"I wish I could see them," I said.
"Well you can't, they're for my husband's eyes only," she declared.
"Are both your bra and your panties see-thru?" I asked, intentionally disregarding her having a husband.
"Why does it matter, you're not gonna see them," she reiterated.
"I just want to know," I said.
"Alright... only the panties are see-thru... are you satisfied?" she asked while briefly glancing at me out of the corners of her eyes again.
"Mmm hmm," I said then I pictured how I thought she looked in them before saying, "As light skinned as you are I bet your hairs can be seen good thru them."