I Was Convinced That
| Her eyes remained opened and she had a passionless stare on her face. I slid myself down to her vagina. She had the odor of lavender, and opened her legs for me. Her bedroom was small, the queen sized bed dominated the room. Dirty clothes were in every corner, old clothes like the sort you'd find in a thrift shop.
Bonnie was nude on the bed, and I handed her a glass of wine like I was her servant. But I had never seen such contrast, such a beautiful woman with such hairy legs. "Pour me a glass of wine, and bring the bottle to my bedroom." Let's face it, I thought to myself, this woman snaps her fingers, and gives me commands. But what surprised me was that she did not shave her legs, and her legs were extremely hairy. Hairy like she hadn't shaved in at least a year, maybe two. "Haven't seen a natural woman?" she said, turning round and flashing her nude body for me. She slowly stepped out from the shower and stood nude on the bath mat near the mirror. She took the towel from my hand but made no attempt to cover herself. "You can watch me, I don't mind," is all that she said. I'm back." I loitered around hoping to catch a flash of Bonnie nude. "Can you hand me a towel? There's a clean one on the rack." As I reached for the towel, Bonnie slid open the glass shower door. It's easy." I watched as Black Dog ate the seeds of the apple. "This may sound odd, but I haven't had a bath in a couple of days," she said. "Do you mind if I take a shower?
"Of course not. I'll run over to the Big Bear and buy us some wine." "Sure, but I like married men. They are always a safe bet." "A safe bet?" I asked. "They don't demand commitment, and they go home at night. They always look their best, and they always try to impress. Bonnie had none of that. We stood in the kitchen and talked, as she fed a sliced apple to her dog. I worried that she would poison him, but he seemed really hungry. In fact he looked starved. "I was dating this guy," she said as she stood at the kitchen sink, "who took me home to meet his parents. Once inside, there was no roommate. The only one greeting us was Bonnie's dog, who responded to the name Black Dog. I wondered how she would call for him, should he ever be lost. We bumped around a bit, making small talk." she said as she leaned against me on the bus seat. "It's right up the street, and my roommate won't mind." It wasn't late, late for me meant after 7:00, so I went home with her. She rented an old brick townhouse apartment, a unit she shared with another woman. She was open about things such as her bisexualality, as open as she was about her refusal to wear makeup. We sat the next few minutes in silence, and I wondered what went on in her head. "Why don't you come to my house? She had brown hair, and wore a tight white blouse and tan slacks. On anybody's scale, she was attractive. She said hello to Bonnie, and when they recognized each other, they embraced. Bonnie stood up, the other woman stood up, and they shared a passionate kiss in the aisle of the bus, an open mouth tongue twisting passionate kiss." Twice she'd slammed me, and I didn't even know her. "Are you married?" I asked. "No, not to you at least. But I am 28, I know yesterday from tomorrow." Then another woman came on board, and she sat directly across from us." With that verbal slap, I walked away. Nothing lost there, I thought, just trying to be friendly. Apparently she didn't want any friends like me. But the next day I saw her again. She was at the bus stop immediately below my office, waiting to board the return ride up Neil Avenue, around 5:00 p. High cheekbones, square jaw, and firm high boobs that had never nursed a . Her top was mated to a tiny waste which then curved out to a small fantastic ass. And no makeup, no need for it, nothing to hide.
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