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It’s really hard to be faithful, you’ve got a wife but you get to meet lots of sexy chicks, what to do?

This evening I was coming back from the library and took a tube. I was standing in the corner and right in front of me there was this girl sitting. She looked nineteen. She was wearing a white blouse with a single button on it down at the belly and a leather jacket on top.

People were getting in and out as we kept on moving. I was “reading” Haruki Murakami. As well as she was “really” into her reading.

I was “reading”. Sure! My brain was pretending that it’s getting the meaning of the text while my eyes were accurately inside the slit.

And they had a reason to be there. From time to time her black lacy bra would show off the circles around her nipples. So from the left I could see her tanned, tempting breast distinctly sticking out from the white blouse.

The girl was all into her reading. Perhaps, but I wasn’t sure.

The next time when I stared at her delicious breast I noticed she started breathing differently. Within three or four seconds I glanced her breasts breathing faster and going up higher than it should in the normal condition. And her fingers were nervously fiddling the page… No way, did she get turned on?

STOP!

Don’t.

I had to make sure not to take what I thought as to what really was.

So I put that “indifferent” mask on and tried to concentrate on the scene in my book. I had to fix my breathing as well. The adrenalin has turned my pulse up to 130. And surely I had to take my eyes off her breasts for at least a bit. It would have been so stupid if I got caught.

We have been going for 15 minutes as I have been looking at that beauty out of the corner of my eye.

It was uncomfortable and dangerous but I’ve been enjoying it! I could say it was like learning “the secrets inside the blouse: perspective and landscape research”.

Unquestionable. This was one of a kind experience.

Perhaps, I could also compare myself to a hunter. The hunter who was going after one peculiar creature. Yes, I liked that! The “peculiar creature” wouldn’t let me stop thinking about her. She would hide her sweet parts from my eyesight for a few seconds just so they would appear again as tempting dark skin framed in the patterns of her bra.

All of a sudden, after a while I got it! It was impossible to be real! But it was! That girl would fix the blouse slit with her elegant fingers every other minute just to leave it wide open again. She’s been doing it for the last fifteen minutes since she got on the train.

It was clear she was flashing me. She was showing off her “treasures”. Most likely she has figured me out early before I have even analyzed her lingerie.

FINISH!

I got a new splash of adrenalin in my blood! My pulse went up to 180.

The train stopped. The doors opened. We’ve arrived to the Kings Cross station.

We both got out. Me first. The girl followed me. We got on the escalator. I on the left side and she’s on my right just two steps lower me. I could see all of her from there. Her skin… I felt her smell. My imagination helped me out even more… I imagined how she feels like, her taste. I stared at her breasts in the push-up bra. The dark halo of her nipple was sticking out…she had an amazing skin.

The escalator was implacable and was going up too fast. I wished it went in a slow motion like in movies…
My delusion collapsed down to the past within a few seconds. It stopped the mechanism that gets women and men up to the fourteenth floor.

Drop the curtains!

I needed three-quarters of a second for the “battle of the titans” between passion and common sense. And I made my decision. I stayed.

I went away. My way - home. To my beloved.

I haven’t seen my darling for the whole day since that “muah!” kiss she gave me this morning.

Soon I will see her at the door of our apartment. I will squeeze her tightly in my arms for a long-long time.
I will feel her lips with mine. And we’ll stay in the darkness of the hallway not being able to break the magic of love. The Love that She has given me.

My Love.

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