The term civilized was created to shadow us from our
animalistic instincts. Regardless of how “civilized” we become, there lies a chained
beast waiting for the moment to step in to the light and take control. Aware of
my public surroundings, yet craving a sensual touch, I was struggling against
my civility.
When would I submit to my desires, to the longing which
tugged at my inner folds. When would I let its wetness seep down my thighs.
When would I allow myself freedom.
Maria waited for my response.
Though I’m sure the lapse in time was more than it had appeared to me, she conveyed
patience. I must have been a dismal sight, clearly engaging in an internal battle,
but her gaze over me was judgment free.
Pitifully I bowed my head
stating, “I actually have sanitizer.”
As proof, I reached for my bag and began sifting through
its contents. Locating my small travel bottle, I flipped the top open and
poured the cleansing serum into my palms.
Maria shrugged as though the
decline were my loss and sought off to find the restrooms hidden in the rear of
the restaurant.
My eyes trailed her retreat.
Surveying her every motion from
her head to the soles of her shoes, but mostly I centered on the area below her
waist. She had an ideal form, arguably the curves of a goddess herself. Womanly
bends and bows tightened around her waist and expanded along her vertical frame
like an hourglass. She had hips that tempted hands to touch, grab, and lift. Hips
that accentuated with each step, a rhythmic step which allowed one hip to roll
into the other. Her hips had form and
definition like its neighbor, a round and buoyant ass.
While
salivating over her lusciousness, she disappeared behind a corner and I was
pulled from my curve obsession.
The observance of her retreat
summoned erotic thoughts. A lewd beast bellowed me to action. It snarled low
and impatient, then roaring commandingly. Ordering me out my seat and towards the
darkened hallway in the rear of the restaurant. I turned the corner, lead merely
by the bestial desires that pulled at me. I entered the woman’s restroom.
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