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Good walls make good nighbors, Part 4

Date: 10/20/2017, Categories: Voyeur, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

shorter, and she was wearing a gray suit with a green silk blouse. It went beautifully with her skin and displayed the top of her cleavage very nicely. She looked around and seemed to pause slightly when she saw me watching her. I looked at her a second longer and went back to my book and noticed out of the corner of my eye that she walked up to the counter to order, and as she stood there with her back to me I watched her a little. "After a few minutes she was at the register; I took that opportunity to go refill my coffee. It just so happens, as I had suspected, that she had ordered a coffee as well--it was one of those places where they give you a cup and let you have as many refills as you want. As I was filling my coffee, she started filling hers from the pot next to mine. When it was full she turned to face me. We looked into each other's eyes for a second and she smiled and said, 'Hello.' "So of course I said, 'Hello.' She made a little small talk about me being new there, and I made small talk back, and the whole time I stared into her eyes and then looked away, but each time I looked back, she was looking at my face and smiling, except one time I saw her looking at my fingernails." She looked at me with a smile and said, "Always a good sign, and of course I'd made sure to cut them very short the night before and painted them a neutral pink. In fact, all the signs were very good, but of course I didn't push it, and we returned to our tables and glanced at each other ... across the room from time to time until her lunch came. She ate and left, but when she left she looked right at me and waved and smiled. "And so it continued for the next three days. At the beginning of the next week, when she came in for lunch I waved, and she came over and sat at my table and we chatted like old friends while, of course, staring at each other. She was wearing a very sheer silk blouse with a lacy bra under it, just beautiful, and she let her suit jacket hang open so that I could stare at her chest without anyone noticing. I was, of course, pretty sure that was intentional." We laughed and she continued, "And after a couple of minutes her nipples were sticking out. And of course so were mine. I was in a T shirt and a plain bra that was pretty thick so they weren't quite as obvious, but she was close enough to see the details well enough, and she did stare at them a few times. I of course was torn between staring into her eyes and at her nipples." "So basically you were pretty much like any man." She laughed, "Actually, there aren't as many tit men as you might think, but yes, exactly. I have a lot of sympathy for poor guys like you face to face with my breasts. They're a great test to see how much self-control a young man has." After we finished laughing, I started caressing her breasts and chest and she continued, "Anyway, I'd done some homework and knew rather more about Iran than most Americans do, so I was able to hold a solid conversation with her on her ...