Double Dribble in the Bleachers
story by Anonymous
It was a cold rainy evening and I was at the local junior high girl's basketball game. I was sitting behind and to the left of a 35ish made-to-order brunette. Her long hair was swept back into a ponytail allowing me to see her perfect profile and green eyes . She filled her sweater with full half-a-football shaped breasts that had to be 38D or better.
Her nails, jewelry, makeup, hair and dress was perfect but there was more! Her tight black pants cinched her waist as narrow as a wasp's and her hips swelled wide and flowed down into the firmest thighs I have ever seen.
At the hem of her pants leg, an ankle emerged, tightly wrapped in shimmering black nylon - I wondered were they knee-high, thigh-high or hopefully waist-high pantyhose! I really could have cared less because a slender, classically-arched size seven foot was blooming at the end of her tapered ankle and was exposed down to the cleft of her sweet toes!
Her shoe was constantly swaying and slapping against the smooth pad of her nylonned heel. A soft "clap" could be heard in between the dribbling of the basketball and the whistle. She was so focused on the game that she never knew I was memorizing every nylon fiber woven around and around her beautiful foot and deeply inhaling the heady fragrance of her perfume.
Her pants leg "swished" against the smooth, rhythmic texture of her hose as her black leather slide popped against her heel while she cheered. Her clapping hands were colliding her heavy breasts together... but when her shoe fell from those toes and they spread apart under her hose...damn!
Story posted by Anonymous
on Thursday, December 09, 2004 @ 17:39:52 PST
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