| Author: | Nick Foxx | ISBN: | 9781476075785 |
| Publisher: | Nick Foxx | Publication: | August 10, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nick Foxx |
| ISBN: | 9781476075785 |
| Publisher: | Nick Foxx |
| Publication: | August 10, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
When I finished my show Carolyn was waiting for me at the edge of the stage. It was weird. She was beautiful and didn’t need to work that hard to get laid. Plus, she had a rock on her finger that was so big it could be seen from space.
She said. “I just wanted to know if….”
“Hold on before you say anything else. I’d really like to hear the rest of that sentence, and it would be incredibly tempting. You are so beautiful that it’s hard for me to look at you and say this-but I don’t date married women,” I said interrupting.
She chuckled and said. “I had a feeling about you and I was right. That’s the most gentlemanly thing anyone’s said to me all week. But you’ve got it wrong. It’s not for me. I want to give you my daughter’s number or introduce you if you’d like to meet her. I think you’d like her.”
“Your daughter? You’re not interested yourself?” Grabbing her slim waist, I pulled her close to crush her substantial chest against mine. “Besides, don’t good mothers try to keep their daughters away from musicians?” I asked smiling.
“Yes, yes, and yes.” Looking at me intensely she went on, “But I have a beautiful 21 year-old daughter who doesn’t know how what a catch she is. I think you’re just what she needs to shake her up a bit. At least say hello.”
She turned her head to look at the bar across the room. At the corner of the bar there was another tall, beautiful brunette, her purse in her hands and her feet on the floor. She looked like she was ready to make a run for it. “Wow. Is that?”
“Yeah, that’s my Sue Ann.”
The name was too sweet and innocent for such a bombshell. Long, toned legs went up and up and up to rounded hips. The tiny black skirt she wore begged to be ripped away to reveal the treasures beneath it. A wasp thin waist only added to the overwhelming affect of her substantial breasts under a pale gray sheer blouse. A black vest topped off her outfit. She looked like she’d stepped off the cover of a magazine.
“Sue Ann? She’s….”
“Not what you expected. I know. If a mom has to fix her little girl up, she must not be much, huh? Well, as you can see, that’s not the case here.” She tugged at my arm and said, “Come on. Come say hello.”
Any description I offer will seem as though I’m exaggerating, but here goes. Like her mother, Sue Ann was tall (5’10”) slim, with full rounded hips and a face that would make a model or actress run to the plastic surgeon in a fit of envy. Her clear light complexion was carved into beautiful delicate features, highlighted by full red lips. When I looked into her eyes-she had me. They are beyond my ability to describe. They were innocent, sweet and enticing. I was lucky she was too shy to stare back at me. If I looked into her eyes for too long, I knew I wouldn’t be able to form a complete sentence.
When I finished my show Carolyn was waiting for me at the edge of the stage. It was weird. She was beautiful and didn’t need to work that hard to get laid. Plus, she had a rock on her finger that was so big it could be seen from space.
She said. “I just wanted to know if….”
“Hold on before you say anything else. I’d really like to hear the rest of that sentence, and it would be incredibly tempting. You are so beautiful that it’s hard for me to look at you and say this-but I don’t date married women,” I said interrupting.
She chuckled and said. “I had a feeling about you and I was right. That’s the most gentlemanly thing anyone’s said to me all week. But you’ve got it wrong. It’s not for me. I want to give you my daughter’s number or introduce you if you’d like to meet her. I think you’d like her.”
“Your daughter? You’re not interested yourself?” Grabbing her slim waist, I pulled her close to crush her substantial chest against mine. “Besides, don’t good mothers try to keep their daughters away from musicians?” I asked smiling.
“Yes, yes, and yes.” Looking at me intensely she went on, “But I have a beautiful 21 year-old daughter who doesn’t know how what a catch she is. I think you’re just what she needs to shake her up a bit. At least say hello.”
She turned her head to look at the bar across the room. At the corner of the bar there was another tall, beautiful brunette, her purse in her hands and her feet on the floor. She looked like she was ready to make a run for it. “Wow. Is that?”
“Yeah, that’s my Sue Ann.”
The name was too sweet and innocent for such a bombshell. Long, toned legs went up and up and up to rounded hips. The tiny black skirt she wore begged to be ripped away to reveal the treasures beneath it. A wasp thin waist only added to the overwhelming affect of her substantial breasts under a pale gray sheer blouse. A black vest topped off her outfit. She looked like she’d stepped off the cover of a magazine.
“Sue Ann? She’s….”
“Not what you expected. I know. If a mom has to fix her little girl up, she must not be much, huh? Well, as you can see, that’s not the case here.” She tugged at my arm and said, “Come on. Come say hello.”
Any description I offer will seem as though I’m exaggerating, but here goes. Like her mother, Sue Ann was tall (5’10”) slim, with full rounded hips and a face that would make a model or actress run to the plastic surgeon in a fit of envy. Her clear light complexion was carved into beautiful delicate features, highlighted by full red lips. When I looked into her eyes-she had me. They are beyond my ability to describe. They were innocent, sweet and enticing. I was lucky she was too shy to stare back at me. If I looked into her eyes for too long, I knew I wouldn’t be able to form a complete sentence.
