A Middle Eastern Woman, just wanting to Talk
While you sat and waited, you saw a giant Arabian looking woman approach you, with a vodka shot in her hand. She smiled as she leaned over you, giving you a view of her C cup breasts which hung from her low cut tank top. Looking down she spoke her first words in your direction.
"Come here alone?" She asks, with a slight British accent.
"Actually, my friend Megan is using the bathroom, but she'll be right back out." You respond, kind of nervously.
"Let me stand guard for you while she's out. Maybe we can get to know each other a little better in the meantime. The name's Jordan, and it's nice to see such a beautiful face around this place. Hardly anyone who shows up has the looks to compete with what you've got going on." She flirts as you look up and blush.
"Well thanks, I'm Susanne and you're not too bad looking yourself." You giggle out as she smiles even bigger.
"I think I like you Susanne. What do you say that we get out of this place?" She says as you grow a bit concerned.
"I don't know Jordan, Megan will be looking for me and I don't really want to scare her..." You halfheartedly protest.
"That's nonsense, you can just text her when we get to my place. Unless you don't want to come, then let's head out of here." She says before laying her hand out for you to climb on, which you do. She sets you in her cleavage, tucked like Megan had you before as Jordan walked out of the local bar and into the street. You catch a faint look at Megan as she emerged from the restroom, but she didn't seem all too concerned .
Jordan hummed a tune as you looked down at her brown skinned breasts which held you in place, the very warmth emitted from this middle eastern woman aroused you in ways you hadn't felt since puberty. Jordan walked down the concrete stairs which lay in front of her before making her way to the subway platform, and heading midtown. You hadn't realized that she lived so far away. When she got off at her stop, she made her way to the new street, fresh with signs of wealth at every turn. New cars glistened the street as rich women showed off the newest jewelry, the minimalist design of people tied to strings.
Jordan didn't seem fazed by anything as she reached a high rise condominium building, where she got in the elevator, and took it to near the top. She walked through the halls, before reaching her room, which once she opened the door finished off the impression of wealth. It was by far the nicest establishment you had ever taken step in, with luxuries you had only read about.
"My family is originally from Saudi Arabia, but once my dad struck it rich in oil, he decided it was probably best to move us to the States. Now for the fun part of your stay..."
"Come here alone?" She asks, with a slight British accent.
"Actually, my friend Megan is using the bathroom, but she'll be right back out." You respond, kind of nervously.
"Let me stand guard for you while she's out. Maybe we can get to know each other a little better in the meantime. The name's Jordan, and it's nice to see such a beautiful face around this place. Hardly anyone who shows up has the looks to compete with what you've got going on." She flirts as you look up and blush.
"Well thanks, I'm Susanne and you're not too bad looking yourself." You giggle out as she smiles even bigger.
"I think I like you Susanne. What do you say that we get out of this place?" She says as you grow a bit concerned.
"I don't know Jordan, Megan will be looking for me and I don't really want to scare her..." You halfheartedly protest.
"That's nonsense, you can just text her when we get to my place. Unless you don't want to come, then let's head out of here." She says before laying her hand out for you to climb on, which you do. She sets you in her cleavage, tucked like Megan had you before as Jordan walked out of the local bar and into the street. You catch a faint look at Megan as she emerged from the restroom, but she didn't seem all too concerned .
Jordan hummed a tune as you looked down at her brown skinned breasts which held you in place, the very warmth emitted from this middle eastern woman aroused you in ways you hadn't felt since puberty. Jordan walked down the concrete stairs which lay in front of her before making her way to the subway platform, and heading midtown. You hadn't realized that she lived so far away. When she got off at her stop, she made her way to the new street, fresh with signs of wealth at every turn. New cars glistened the street as rich women showed off the newest jewelry, the minimalist design of people tied to strings.
Jordan didn't seem fazed by anything as she reached a high rise condominium building, where she got in the elevator, and took it to near the top. She walked through the halls, before reaching her room, which once she opened the door finished off the impression of wealth. It was by far the nicest establishment you had ever taken step in, with luxuries you had only read about.
"My family is originally from Saudi Arabia, but once my dad struck it rich in oil, he decided it was probably best to move us to the States. Now for the fun part of your stay..."
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June 3, 2023
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