Wanna Bet?
As she walked into the store I could tell she was in great shape. She wore a halter top and shorts of a bright orange color, which really set off her fantastic tan. As she approached me I watched as her thighs would constrict and relax, constrict and relax with each step. I guess I gawked because she smiled at me and the look in her eyes was a taunting one.
“Where do you keep the blank cassettes?”
“Right this way.”
As I started to show her where they were she said, “oh, stay there I’ll find them myself.”
As she walked away I had the feeling she wanted me to watch her from the rear. What a sight! The ripple of muscle in her buttocks was fantastic; but, the bunching of her calves, which were accented by her high heels, was truly awesome. She got her tapes, came up to the counter and looked around to see if anyone else was in the store. We were alone.
“Are you a betting man?” she asked coyly.
“Well, sometimes, why?” I replied.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll bet I can beat you in arm wrestling and even make you beg me to take these tapes for free. Wanna bet?” (click to read entire story…)
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