tara (at)tempted

i think it was about ten days ago, tara wore this satiny pink blouse to work. i sent her an email complimenting the top, but chiding her for wearing a bra under it, since the straps were showing. she told me it would be bordering on pornographic if she didn't wera a bra with that top.

last night i was to meet her at a quiet lounge bar in town. when i walked in, a few minutes late, i spotted her sitting on a stool at the bar, legs crossed in a short skirt, the same top, and this time: no bra straps visible. i kissed her cheek and stepped back to look her up and down, but my eyes became stuck firmly on her chest - the same way her amazing breasts are. perfectly pert, nipples erect, every hidden detail magically accentuated by the delicate clinging pink fabric.

we sat there for several hours, drinking cocktails and talking about why she should break up with her boyfriend. by the time the staff turned up the lights to chase us out, we were the only two customers left, our legs entangled with each others', entangled in each others' stool legs.

she had to get home to her boyfriend and i was supposed to go to a friend's late night birthday party, so we kissed and parted, promising to do it again soon.

i started off towards the birthday party, but changed my mind at the bottom of charlie's street, and walked up the hill to appease my hard-on.