I saw her walking casually in front of the dress shop across the street. Her blonde shoulder-length hair swaying gently in the breeze as she stopped and peered into the window of the shop for a moment. The hem of her yellow, summer skirt hung just above her knees, revealing her shapely bare legs. She turned for a moment and glanced at her watch. Then, looking around, she continued down the street in the direction of the park.
I followed her slowly, taking my time to glance at the shop windows. Then crossed the street and walked some 20 yards behind her. I noticed the way her ass swayed as she walked causing a burning in my nipples. This burning became more pronounced as I walked with my nipples rubbing against the fabric of my cotton blouse.
At the entrance to the park I came up behind her and followed her closely for a few minutes until we were well within the park grounds. Then, screwing up my courage, I moved up even with her. Pretending to have mistaken her for a friend I said, “Linda. How good to see you.”
She stopped short and looked at me quizzically. “Who are you looking for?” she said through a puzzled expression.
“Oh. I’m so sorry. I thought you were a friend. But you are so like her. The way you walk. Your hair. Everything. But, of course, now I can tell I’ve made a mistake.”
“No need to apologize” she said looking me up and down. “Were you to meet her here?”
“Yes, I was. By the entrance”, I said turning and pretending to look in that direction. “But she’s not here.” Then, smiling, I extended my hand. “Jenny! Glad to meet you…?”
“Kelly” she said smiling.
I shook her hand warmly, feeling a bit of perspiration on her palm even though it was early in the day and not yet all that warm. I smiled at her and asked “Would you like to sit for a Latte?”
Kelly nodded and we walked a short way to a kiosk and I bought two Grande Lattes. Handing one to Kelly, I guided her to a park bench under an oak tree. We both sat sipping our coffee.
Turning to her, there on the bench, I could see her blue-green eyes sparkle. There was a shyness there that I had not expected. Then she lowered her eyes. I thought she was looking down at her coffee but it was clear her eyes had stopped at the bulge of my breasts under my thin blouse. The top three buttons were open providing a view of my cleavage. This is where her eyes seem to rest for the longest time.
I reached up and touched her shoulder. Her muscles tightened at my touch. Then I said, “Do you see those two cute guys over there”, nodding my head to a pair of men across the park.