Sitting with the group is this really gorgeous redhead who's a little plump but has magnetic green eyes. I've rarely seen such beautiful eyes. She’s wearing a lacy transparent blouse and a very sheer bra through which her ample tits and nipples show. I smile at her. She returns the smile coyly with a sly wink.
I sit with the group, talking, laughing and I ask questions about the city. I collect a couple of phone numbers from the girls and guys in the group on my phone – I may need contacts in a strange city if Maire doesn't work out or her boyfriend comes back from sea and objects to her hanging around with me. The girl with the green eyes and sheer bra squeezes a note into my hand unseen by the guy she’s with. She's written ‘Aideen’ and a phone number, with Cupid’s arrow through a little heart drawn in one corner. I make sure that I put that in a very safe place. Perhaps I'll have an opportunity to get a crack at Aideen's cave. Time flies when you’re having fun. The other kids have to get back to work. They get up say their goodbyes. They all leave except for Aideen. She comes closer.
"I live around the corner, would you like to come around for an early tea?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for someone. Maybe another time?"
"That's disappointing. When I saw you I was hoping for a fun, interesting afternoon."
Now I don't know if she's a professional trying to pick me up. She didn't mention money, but I won't pay and I don't want to catch an STD, especially AIDS – because that's a death sentence. "Ah well, I can't win them all." She pouts as she walks away wiggling her arse as if to show me what I'm missing.
I sit with the group, talking, laughing and I ask questions about the city. I collect a couple of phone numbers from the girls and guys in the group on my phone – I may need contacts in a strange city if Maire doesn't work out or her boyfriend comes back from sea and objects to her hanging around with me. The girl with the green eyes and sheer bra squeezes a note into my hand unseen by the guy she’s with. She's written ‘Aideen’ and a phone number, with Cupid’s arrow through a little heart drawn in one corner. I make sure that I put that in a very safe place. Perhaps I'll have an opportunity to get a crack at Aideen's cave. Time flies when you’re having fun. The other kids have to get back to work. They get up say their goodbyes. They all leave except for Aideen. She comes closer.
"I live around the corner, would you like to come around for an early tea?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm waiting for someone. Maybe another time?"
"That's disappointing. When I saw you I was hoping for a fun, interesting afternoon."
Now I don't know if she's a professional trying to pick me up. She didn't mention money, but I won't pay and I don't want to catch an STD, especially AIDS – because that's a death sentence. "Ah well, I can't win them all." She pouts as she walks away wiggling her arse as if to show me what I'm missing.