"Love"/"Lust"/whatever at first sight... (describe dude's thoughts when his pal's attractive female friend comes over to talk to the pal)

[erotica_n_s]

Let's say two dudes at a bar or some such place.

Young, attractive woman comes over to talk to one the dudes - she's friends with him from before.

The other dude watches quietly, politely, he is silently stunned.

Describe what he sees. Describe the young woman's appearance, her general demeanour - base it on this video.

 

[luzharlan]

Things were looking up.

My mate Dave, who always spoke with a booming voice, like he was angry, had managed to lose the students. The annoying as fuck 20 somethings who seemed to know everything about the world. Fresh group of new grads always had the ones you’d die to fuck. This class too but there was something in their attitude that was so off putting that the thought of putting my dick in one of ’em felt like putting my dick in a pig. An attractive pig but nonetheless.

Field trip to the capital. D.C. was kind of boring really. All work no play. But when it broke down it was epic. These lawyers were having a party and for some reason they thought we’re one of them. We didn’t correct that mistake.

”SHE PASSED OUT, DAMMIT. I WAS ALREADY HARD”, remember, Dave always shouted like he was angry. But he wasn’t angry, he was in a hilarious mood. Happier than i’ve seen him in years. Apparently a lady lawyer almost went down on him in the toilet. Wild party.
And then in walks this being. She’s wearing a white collar shirt and straight blue jeans for some reason. Not from D.C. Not a lawyer. Blonde bangs, blue eyes, soft lips. Heavy mascara, i don’t think any other make up. No ear rings, no rings. And here’s the kicker, for me personally at least, tight sporty body. I don’t mean cute sporty, i mean real sporty. Broad shoulders, narrow, small ass. If i would know how to use design software, this is what i would draw.

She scanned the room, found Dave and sauntered over, hips swaying. She mad.

She leaned forward on the table. ”Hey asshole.” Her collar shirt is three buttons down. Black bra flashing. It’s like she’s wearing something under the bra but it’s just milk white skin against a heavy tan line.

Dave looks up, his spirits compromised. ”YES, EM. WHAT IS IT?”

”You dumped my sis and her friends in fucking D.C. They’re scared.”

”BOO HOO”

”Who’s this?” She points a finger at me. Kind of rude or blunt at least. But I’ve fallen in love already and find it thrilling she even noticed me.

”THAT’S PAUL. IT PROFF.”

I say ”Hi” and feel kinda dumb.

She looks at me like she’s surprised. Maybe ’cause of the fact that i’m the Yang to Dave’s Yin. I’m not loud and i pay attention.

”What’s your name?” I manage

”Emma. I’m Nic’s older sis.”

Ah Nicole. The worst air head of ’ em all. ”Yea, Nic. She’s a very good student.”

Emma gives a cute smile and makes an ’are you serious face’. ”Thanks but you don’t have to, prof.”

”What do you study?”

”Oh i don’t. Working girl.”

Over the course of the evening, she leans more and more towards me for the conversation. And it ticks off the last box for me, an intellectual. Not a fucking prancing intellectual, like someone who can quote Nietsche, but a real thinking human being. Practical. Coming up with new challenging thoughts on the spot.

I could fuck this woman, only this woman, for the rest of my life and be actually happy about it. That’s how it feels like in the moment. Reality will kick in after years of grind. But feelings like this, in the moment, they are eternal. And why the fuck is it reality’s business to get in the way? Just ignore it, enjoy these eternities in brief moments.

Dave is getting real intoxicated, so is she. Half innocent, half not, she spread her long legs apart in those hot blue jeans. Form fit. They run along her thighs, all the way up to the price. The price at the end of long legs. And I’m fucking hard. You know the things that people found erotic in the 60’s? Real innocent stuff like high heels. Her spreading her clothed legs hit me like a freight train. And i can’t quite explain why. Maybe it’s a 60’s thing.

We stagger out the bar. Dave’s already gone. Emma takes support from me. ”Walk me home, teach?” ’Teach’ comes out with an undercurrent. Hard to say what exactly but if her aim was to seduce me with a single word, then she certainly did her home work.