So I am having a different story today, while I figure out what to do with Miss Giorge’s adventure. I am trying to keep this short as a short though there is an open ending. Hope you will enjoy the read. May it keep you warm on a cold night.
Sensual Sunday: Reading is Sexy
Nobody knows about this or never really had a closer look. Maybe people just didn’t notice the lady underneath the old oak. When the weather was nice to be outside she would sit in its shadow reading a book. She might be what you think or is used as the usual stereotypical book worm.
On her bike she would ride into the park, with a pack of books in front hanging over the steering wheel in a simple basket together with some lunch. She would be comfortably dressed in a gentle coloured dress with a flower print, sometimes wearing a knitted scarf when it was to cool to go outside. Her straight dark hair gently wavers on the wind and kept from her eyes by a hair band.
After putting her bike behind a bench she would come walking up to the oak tree with a smile. The eyes are hidden behind the reflection of the sun in her glasses, carrying her books and lunch to her favourite spot with just the right amount of light perfectly lighting up her book and cool enough shadow to hide her body from the sun. She makes herself comfortable and starts reading, sometimes two books in a row.
I say sometimes, because on the few occasions I watched her she never did get to a second book. This so seemingly simple looking person becomes someone else, a sexy woman. There is no other way to describe it. Imagine a park full of children running around playing soccer or older people feeding some doves, couples in love dancing in a fountain. She would sit there quietly with her books. Her thumb flipping pages one by one, it must be something she learned over the years or however long she has been reading.
Her fair, porcelain like skin is coloured with natural rouge on her cheeks. A hand rolled up in her dress pulled up to her tummy. Whether it is her gene or something else, she would pull up her knees together, and her wrapped hand put in a vice like position between her thighs. I can see her mouth drop open, her lips being licked more than once.
It is a sight I seen now more than once, her gasping for air, but why am I seeing this and not everyone else who walk past her on the nearby paths, or the people sitting on the bench facing her. Hiding her book on her trembling legs, moving left to right, unable to sit still I can only see the one hand moving her dress a little, hiding what is underneath. Now I can only guess but… She makes reading look sexy.
She caught my eyes and now I can’t keep them from her, as I sit here every day on a bench, whenever the weather lets me, watching her. Tomorrow I will walk over to her and ask what she is reading.
Hope it was to your liking and if you have anything to add or say just leave me a thought in the comment box.