Struck by a Thunder Bolt

[patford31769]

OOC: Here's my latest SRP story. I hope some lovely Lit lady will join me.

Aloha from Patty

 

[patford31769]

Whoops, it wound up an attachment, that won't open. Having computer problems on my end, I'll try again when I can get it all working right again.

Sorry about that.

Aloha from Patty

 

[Sweetp4u]

It opened for me.. so I posted it here for you.

OOC: Looking for a woman to play the woman I met on the street. You can make up any name or details about her, and the story direction is wide open.

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Do you remember that scene in Godafther II where Michael Corleone is in Italy, and he first sees this village girl, and "the thunderbolt" struck him?

Well, I had that sort of experience this morning.

I was just walking down a street in downown Honolulu, when suddenly, there SHE was. An angel, a vision, a little glimpse of paradise.

The first thing I noticed was her heels, about 3 inches high, and spiked. Her right ankle was crossed across her left, with her right foot vertical, pointed straight down at the sidewalk. Causing my eyes to naturally follow down to her red, RED toenails. The reddest toenails I had EVER seen! They looked wet and shiny and beautiful and amazing.

She then she shifted her weight, to cross her left leg over her right. Her shifting motion naturally drew my eyes up her long, lovely, shapely legs. Her smooth legs were a beautiful soft color, like mocha cream. Only glowing in the golden Hawaiian sunshine.

She wore a simple yet elegant black cotton miniskirt, that ended only about a quarter of the way down her soft, smooth thighs. Like I said, an angelic vision.

Her soft, pastel-orange cable-knit top had short sleeves, showing off most of her golden tanned arms. Lovely arms that anyone, man or woman, would feel privileged to have wrapped around them in a loving hug. Her orange top stretched very tightly over her soft, round breasts, letting her dime-diameter nipples softly and invitingly poke up against the fabric. Not in a cheap or slutty way, but with the beauty and grace of a classical sculpture.

And then I saw her face. Like her toenails, her lips were so RED! Glisteningly red! They looked so delectably kissable! And her eyes. Big and round and brown and soft and shimmering and oh-so-very-inviting. Deep, deep eyes to lose yourself in, to drown in. Her eyes, her lips, were smiling impishly. Her chestnut brown hair cascaded in soft ringlets down past her shoulders.

Then I noticed that she was talking and laughing on her cell phone. "I'm SERIOUS," she laughed, in a voice as soft and as full of melody as an entire angelic choir, "After last night, with Tom, I'm just about fed UP with men! No, I'm not mad!" she laughed again. "Nor hurt, either. I'll be FINE, Jill! Honestly, Jill, I'll be just FINE!" she laughed happily. "But I mean it, no more MEN! I just might turn lesbian!"

Oh my God. Talk about being in the right place at the right time. Here I am, a bisexual woman, walking past the most amazing looking woman in the universe, and she is ready to turn lesbian!

"No, Jill," she laughed again, in that delightful laugh of hers. "I'm not trying to turn YOU lesbian! Like I would have a CHANCE, the way you moon over Bob all the time! But I swear Jill, the first good-looking woman who crosses my path..."

God, this was getting better and better all the time! I'm am exotic dancer, and six hours a week in the gym keep my 38C-24-35 figure in shape so the men (and the women) keep giving me great tips week after week after week. If she was going to turn lesbian, this radiantly beautiful woman could do a lot worse than me.

I looked at her, and I gulped nervously. I wanted to rescue her from the painful break-up with "Tom" that she was obviously going through, that she was now so bravely trying not to affect her mood. I wanted to hold her in my arms, to comfort her. And to ease her transition into lesbianism. But what the HELL was I going to say to this gorgeous stranger? And did I have a RIGHT to butt in? But I had to say SOMETHING! Like Michael Corleone, I had been struck by the thuderbolt now.

Then she glanced up from her cell phone, and she looked me right in the eye. She got that thunderbolt look on her face, she smiled at me, and she said "Hi!" in the most inviting, sexiest voice EVER! Her eyes looked right through mine, straight into my very soul.

She gulped hard. "Gotta go now, Jill!" she shouted excitedly, and closed-up her cell phone. "Hi!" she smiled at me again.

 

[patford31769]

OOC: Thanks, Sweetp4u, for getting my post through for me. So, who wants to play the role of the beautiful women talking on her cell phone, who meets me, and we are both struck by "the thunderbolt" for each other?