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Sales Girl
Sales Girl
Lonely pony lost in mall herd
Girl lassos me with sweet persuasion
She anoints my hand with lotion
Huddles close enough for me to feel her breath
Her hands caress mine
Our palms in silken waltz
As though she a palmist reading my life line
Paths of pleasure tingle under her touch
She strokes my heartstrings
In her intimate incursion
Lonely pony lost in mall herd
Girl lassos me with sweet persuasion
She anoints my hand with lotion
Huddles close enough for me to feel her breath
Her hands caress mine
Our palms in silken waltz
As though she a palmist reading my life line
Paths of pleasure tingle under her touch
She strokes my heartstrings
In her intimate incursion
Published 25th Mar 2016
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Its beautiful John. Love the intamacy...
Holding hands...if for a moment.
Love you
Jen
Holding hands...if for a moment.
Love you
Jen
26th Mar 2016 3:37am
Thanks honey. This was based on an young saleswoman I encountered in the mall. I was just passing by and her friend, a guy, stopped me. I was seduced into letting hre rub lotion over my hands. It wasn't what I expected that day. LOL
John
John
26th Mar 2016 2:05pm
Her friend wanted you to? Oooh how interesting...i love knowing where these come from.
Love you babe...
Love you babe...
26th Mar 2016 9:42pm
My niece used to work at a perfume counter in a store before she took on her present job for a women's refuge service. Reminded me of her (she is my only niece and is elegantly built).
27th Mar 2016 6:31am
Thanks for sharing that Solomon_Song. Glad this reminded you of your niece. This woman was elegantly built too. She smiled the whole time she caressed my hand. How could I resist?
John
John
