Hester was an amazing woman and I might have loved her had I not been older than her father and if she had given me a blow job on the bus instead of just a hand job. It was that close and yes, as simple as open, insert and suck. But that never happened and sadly I never loved her.
Now I've always loved a woman's hands, the intricate delicacy of her fingers, the careful detail of the nails and the incredible softness of the skin. The lotions, creams and liquids they try just to make their hands softer, more beautiful are all so luxurious and exciting. Just the thought of what each woman does for her hands makes a woman's touch so exciting. Unfortunately Hester bit her fingernails, her hands were rough and I had no idea where those hands had been.
It started on a bus leaving Austin late at night heading to San Antonio and points west. I had lugged my bag walking along Congress from Nineteenth Street through the State Capital building and on to Eighth Street. I remember how my tennis shoes squeaked on the polished floor of the capital building, echoing up through the light blue dome. It was early evening then and the few people left had loosened their ties and generally looked a bit disheveled as they headed to their cars. Of course at their disheveled worst, they didn't look as bad as me in my dirty jeans, tee shirt and squeaking shoes.
What I find even more exciting is when a woman uses some of her creams or lotions when touching me. The slippery feel of her fingertips running over my chest, moving in slow, concentric circles, getting smaller and smaller, finally honing in on my nipples is simply ecstatic in itself, but then when they trail down my stomach, through the curly patch of hair all I can do is arch my back and submit to however she wants to take me. Nice, but we were stuck in the back of a bus, jammed in the back seat and had to keep it quiet or we'd quickly have an audience.
With my bag I thought they would make me walk around the building, but after a quick stop with security they let me proceed, though I did feel their eyes on me each step of the way. I passed through the rotunda and continued through the front door and then walked down the steps and onto the great walk leading out to downtown Austin.
