A short while back something odd happened. The day started coming together when a clerk at a gas station asked me how my day was going once I paid for my gas.
Telling him fine even though I felt like I just jumped out of bed and felt like I hadn't had my coffee or shower yet, he said it should be a wild day. He got my attention. I asked why. He said it was a full moon that day. I walked out and blew off his comments.
The thought of a full moon didn't cross my mind again until later on. Heading to work a second time was when I realized it was a full moon like that clerk mentioned.
The first time I arrived at the parking garage I became ill. I stepped out of the car. I knew I wasn't right, right away. In fact, I felt horrible. I turned around and quickly headed back to my car. As I got in I hurled all over the concrete floor, my pants, and somehow sustained my body sustained plenty of the disaster too.
Once the fiasco was done, I felt okay, but I had to drive back home, shower, and change. I was perfectly fine the rest of the day. I don't know why that happened, but it did.
The clerk's words came to settle in my thoughts after what happened. I saw it as fate. It is almost three blocks walking to work from the parking garage. I had a settled stomach. I felt great! I felt refreshed!
Out of nowhere as I headed in to the office there she was walking ahead of me. They humped out at me and took hold of my thoughts and me for good. I was mugged so to speak. The vision I had during the so-called mugging was awe some.
Walking ahead of me in a lightweight shorter slinky skirt was a tall, slightly big boned woman. With one heckuva solid figure she had thicker, longer, and shapely legs to die for I thought!
Adding to an incredible looking lower body which seized me, she even had a curvaceous spiraling upper body too. Not realizing it at the moment, she was tall too. Following her in, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Not really but she started my day off right!
What started off as a horrendous morning turned out to be an incredible day. What she wore from the waist down not only grabbed my attention, it seized me, abused my focus, and disrupted my day only because I wanted something I knew was impossible to have.
As mentioned earlier, she is big boned. She is a tall woman. She is shapely. She is fuller figured. She is not a huge woman though. The woman however was sexy. Fortunately I had one chance to see her again. I saw her at lunch. Wearing a pair of pumps, they gave incredible definition to a set of calves which led to my mugging and seducing me too.
It wasn't only her calves that seduced me. Her thighs seemed perfect in every way. They were impeccable! They weren't bulky. The display she put on when she wore those pumps was the perfect decoy! What closed the deal for me was her flimsy lightweight skirt. It blew every which way in the wind. The length of it was perfect too. It hung down high enough that the back of it permitted me to see her fleshy beautiful thighs! Heading just north towards her derriere, I began fantasizing. The make of her skirt along with the other superb traits I mentioned showered my fantasy for weeks on end.
Once I discovered her walking ahead of me into work, I said to "Helloooo there," but now aloud. Then I said to myself "Thank you yes thank you" as I looked up at the sky. I smiled, my heart smiled, and as I looked around everyone else was smiling too. Were they smiling at what I was smiling at I wondered.
As I came closer to my building, compliments flew recklessly in my mind. "She' perfect. Her calves, look at them, and how they jettison upwards." The compliments went on. Once I saw her thighs and after throwing out compliments I accidentally said "Oh shit!" Loud enough to be heard and forgetting myself I added "Man oh man!"
Everything about her came together for me once I looked at her legs for the third or fourth time. Something I saw on her was extremely special. Something about her came to me. The unique trait mesmerized me and that is when I felt my libido was mugged so to speak!
Slightly above to the inside of the woman's knees were subtle but exposed tufts of flesh. They were waiting to be grabbed carefully, by me of course, and asking me to make love to them. These slight knolls of extra flesh which the woman possessed grabbed my attention firmly.
Yes, it was subtle how they rose up. It was amazing how they began an ascent towards welcoming one to her pleasant looking thighs. The small knolls of extra flesh brought me to my knees. Those tufts of flesh blended almost flawlessly with her thighs. I wanted to catch up, reach out, and not only caress them, but I wanted to whisper to her how perfect they are. I wanted her to stop. I wanted time to stop. I wanted time to stop except for her and I so I could kiss them, tell her how beautiful they were, and pleasure them by running my hands, my face, any other way she felt she could be pleased by me.
I heard myself screaming I thought! I heard myself asking and begging to let me body surf her luscious legs. They were lavish in my opinion. I wanted to tell her that. I wanted to show her how perfect her legs were on that fine day.
Yes it was a full moon that day. I didn't get that chance of course. Life goes on!
But before the fantasy ended, I did the lamest thing. I coughed loud to see if she'd turn around. She didn't and I laughed at myself. It was lame in its thinking. I was lame.
I turned and went into work but never forget about her. I couldn't forget that skirt. How could I let the vision of her flimsy lightweight skirt and those tufts of flesh slip my mind? Enhanced by the skirt, highlighting every ounce, and inch of her legs made my day.
Getting on the elevator, I had a perpetual smile on my face. I said to myself "Thank you full moon. Yes ohhh yes thank you. Thank you for walking me to work today."
At break time I headed outdoors. It was a nice day of course. She happened to walk down the path behind our office building. I didn't realize she did until it was too late. My back was turned to her but I happened to turn around once she walked by. When I saw the skirt and those legs, kaboom I realized who it was right away!
I couldn't get the woman out of my mind. The vision of her even a day later was embedded on my brain. I didn't see her the next day. I went to work as usual but she was nowhere to be seen. Happiness came and went just like a snap of the fingers.
It finally dawned on me several days later. Thinking about her legs, the sexy clumping cellulite, and how those slight knolls rose subtly above her knees, I recalled what time I saw it all.
The clumping flesh I saw didn't appear until an hour later in the morning. I was fooling myself I thought as I told myself I desired sucking them as though they were a lollipop.
That's how perfect they were to me. I changed my schedule slightly. A few days went by but nothing. I stayed on that schedule. Another week went by but still no mystery woman.
2 weeks went by and no legs. No thighs to be found. Another week went by but she was nowhere to be found. Often I'd look behind me to make sure. Finally I gave up and was going back to my old schedule the next week.
That Monday I got up and went in at the normal hour. I finally put her out of my mind. It was busy at that time of the morning and usually I'd walk in with coworkers. I started out late and didn't get to work until 45 minutes later.
Waiting at the corner for traffic to pass I looked both ways. Looking left, then right I heard and then saw a squabbling of sorts up a ways. It distracted me. Noise filled the area. Looking in the direction of the noise, I watched the commotion as two people squabbled over a fender bender. I regained my focus, or so I thought, and began stepping off the curb to cross. I wasn't paying attention; the light changed again. As I began to cross, a hand firmly grabbed hold of my arm, pulling me backwards.
A woman's voice said "Careful that's gonna get you run over." Turned around to say thank you, I saw a woman's chest. I looked up quickly. I said thank you. She said "You're welcome." Wearing a radiant smile I wished I could put up in my office to stare at all day, her teeth gleamed. Her cheery eyes made my day as she looked down at me. I smiled back at her thanking her again and joking which was my nature. She laughed at my remark.
She isn't beautiful but she is pretty enough. Even though she has pretty eyes and a great smile, she made my day! She was attractive in other ways. I didn't look at much else as far as features were concerned at that time. I didn't look at her chest again or her lower body either. I didn't know it was her. I only noticed she was taller then me. She was a few inches taller then me.
As she walked away I realized it was her and said aloud "Damn it's her! It's her and she's wearing one of those skirts too!" I cursed myself. I went back to the later schedule. I didn't see her every day, but I saw her a few times a week. I rarely walked to work where she and I didn't walk together.
"Good morning" I heard from behind. "Walk into any traffic lately" the cheery voice asked. I turned around and she was wearing a silky tight off white blouse. Her blouse accentuated her tall and fuller figure perfectly.
I asked myself how a man can not look at something precious and pretty like her in a top like that. How could a man be the perfect gentleman and be polite and not look at what she was displaying? She had to want someone, anyone to take notice, and appreciate her appearance. I did. I gave her the satisfaction of knowing it too.
"That's a nice top if I may say so."
She responded with a perfect reply. "Thank you very much. That's a nice thing to say." We crossed the street but walked in silence the remainder of the way until she said "Have a nice day okay?" I began to turn in at the doorway. She was looking at me as I was turning in and I looked back. She was smiling at me. I smiled and waved.
That day I thought was going to be awesome. I worked as I ate lunch and set out to find her. I walked and walked and walked but no sightings of her anywhere.
