joy_of_cooking
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Happy to hear any feedback except about specific typos (unless they're repetitive enough I'm clearly just misunderstanding something systematically).
Happy to hear any feedback except about specific typos (unless they're repetitive enough I'm clearly just misunderstanding something systematically).
"Nice shoes," she shouted over the music. "Want to fuck?"
Startled, he looked down at his shoes. "Uh, thanks. They're, um, Shimano." He had thrown together a last-minute costume out of the same jersey and bib shorts he'd wear on his morning ride the next day. The shoes were the worst. The protruding plastic cleat under the toe was slippery and its height gave him a pronounced waddle.
They looked nearly orthotic next to her stilettos.
"Nice shoes yourself!"
She leaned in, and he politely averted his eyes before she treated him to a look right down her magnificent cleavage. "You're dodging the question!"
Question? Oh, right. He laughed politely. Then he allowed himself one quick look up and down.
As he suspected, she was dressed to impress. Long legs in smoky nylon. A surprisingly modest A-line skirt nearly touching her knees. A leather corset that lifted and separated her plump ivory breasts. Black gloves nearly to the shoulder, so shiny and skintight they could only be latex.
Oh, and a headband with a little pair of devil horns. She had half-assed her costume too, in a very different way.
Want to fuck? God, if only.
"No, seriously!" she shouted.