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In a coffee shop at the back with her black laptop dark haired in glasses a studious dame taps away then pauses stares then bites a lower lip Johnny spies her as he talks to others he sips his coke in glass and ice sees her readjust her spectacles someone talks of the economy and some fraud in the City but Johnny watches over the shoulder of another how the young dame taps away with a florid flush of fingers then stops and smiles (to herself not him) he takes in her black top and black shortish skirt moderately busted pretty in a geekish way he assumes another talks of a famous singer dying Johnny recalls her (the singer) in her heyday long since gone the young dame rises to go to the WC in a side passage but it's occupied so she walks back to her seat and sits in the background some jazz music plays cool sax weaves with sparse piano the WC is now free and the young dame rises again from her seat to return to the WC and as she walks past and down the passageway seeing her tight wiggling *** has made his day.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
MADE HIS DAY.
In a coffee shop at the back with her black laptop dark haired in glasses a studious dame taps away then pauses stares then bites a lower lip Johnny spies her as he talks to others he sips his coke in glass and ice sees her readjust her spectacles someone talks of the economy and some fraud in the City but Johnny watches over the shoulder of another how the young dame taps away with a florid flush of fingers then stops and smiles (to herself not him) he takes in her black top and black shortish skirt moderately busted pretty in a geekish way he assumes another talks of a famous singer dying Johnny recalls her (the singer) in her heyday long since gone the young dame rises to go to the WC in a side passage but it's occupied so she walks back to her seat and sits in the background some jazz music plays cool sax weaves with sparse piano the WC is now free and the young dame rises again from her seat to return to the WC and as she walks past and down the passageway seeing her tight wiggling *** has made his day.
A MAN IN A COFFEE SHOP STUDIES A YOUNG DAME AT HER LAPTOP.
TerryCollett
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
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