The other day I was in an empty pub having a
quiet beer by myself.
The door opened and in walked the most stunning woman I've
ever laid eyes on. 5'11'' tall, stunning blue eyes, silky blonde hair,
an hourglass figure.
Barely covered by a tiny mini skirt and a flimsy cotton top. I could
see she was not wearing a bra and her incredibly firm breasts were on
show.
After watching her walk in I turned back to my beer. No sooner had I
taken a sip when I turn to see her pulling another bar stool up close
to me and sat down. She said 'Hi', and I said 'Hi' in return. She asked
how I was and took my hand and placed it on her perfect inner thigh,
rubbing it up and down.
'So, does that make you feel good ?' she asked. 'I'll bet you feel
good,' she continued. 'In fact, I'll bet you've never felt this good
before.'
'Well, I have,' I corrected her. 'You see, when I was 17, I was picked
to play for the school 1st. 15 in the National School Rugby Finals in front
of a crowd of about 3000 and I felt really good.'
I immediately felt a bit pathetic saying that and I thought she would
get up and go.But she took my hand off her thigh and put it up the
front of her top. Her nipple pushed into my palm as she massaged my
hand into her pert, perfect breast.
'How do you feel now,' she purred.
'OK' I replied.
Again, she said, 'I'll bet you do. In fact, I'll bet you've never felt
THIS good before!'
Unbelievably I heard myself saying 'Well, actually I have. In that
game, we were down by six points with about 20 seconds left in the
match. The Opposition kicked the ball deep into our half of the field,
where I caught it. I ran up field, side-stepping past the first few
defenders, handed off a couple of would-be tacklers, burst through a
few forwards, chipped over their fullback, regathered and scored a try
right under the posts,with about 2 or 3 seconds 'til full time. We were
still behind by one point, but I had a simple kick at goal to win the
match."
"Ahhh...." she growled between clenched teeth, more than a bit miffed,
pulled my hand from under her top and thrust it down the front of her
skirt. My fingers immediately met what felt like a wisp of soft cotton
and she was wet !
She whispered, 'Well tell me this, Mr. Rugby Man, have you ever felt
such a perfect c**t?'
I certainly have, I answered, 'I missed the kick.'
Ok Fatherted top of the class. Great one
LOL,good one.......