Name: Anonymous 2011-10-07 3:51
The weather was cold compared to the previous days and it was windy, probably that's why there weren't so many people with bikes out.
On a straight street, ahead of me, I noticed a woman pedaling slowly, either she was tired or there was something wrong with her bike but she was putting in good effort yet was moving rather slow. As I got closer to her, I slowed down and planned a little interaction with the woman ahead..
Judging by her clothes she looked like working class but with a touch of intellectual spirit, perhaps she was a teacher or a piano instructor, I have no idea. I think she was lonely, in her 40s, maybe divorced or maybe she was never married. Her dry curly hair was trembling in the wind, her curvaceous body preoccupied with pedaling was showing it's shapes and lines and I could not look away.
I sprinted, as if I am planning to pass her, but when I was next to her I slow down and go as fast as she is, then immediately I extend my right hand and cup her left breast. I extend my palm to touch a big surface of her bosom and I slightly squeeze it, immediately I look ahead and sprint as fast as I can, turning left and hiding in the labyrinth of narrow streets of the old center. I did not look back.
It felt good, very good. I think she will fantasize of me taking advantage of her in various ways in the following months, women do that.
Today was a good day.
On a straight street, ahead of me, I noticed a woman pedaling slowly, either she was tired or there was something wrong with her bike but she was putting in good effort yet was moving rather slow. As I got closer to her, I slowed down and planned a little interaction with the woman ahead..
Judging by her clothes she looked like working class but with a touch of intellectual spirit, perhaps she was a teacher or a piano instructor, I have no idea. I think she was lonely, in her 40s, maybe divorced or maybe she was never married. Her dry curly hair was trembling in the wind, her curvaceous body preoccupied with pedaling was showing it's shapes and lines and I could not look away.
I sprinted, as if I am planning to pass her, but when I was next to her I slow down and go as fast as she is, then immediately I extend my right hand and cup her left breast. I extend my palm to touch a big surface of her bosom and I slightly squeeze it, immediately I look ahead and sprint as fast as I can, turning left and hiding in the labyrinth of narrow streets of the old center. I did not look back.
It felt good, very good. I think she will fantasize of me taking advantage of her in various ways in the following months, women do that.
Today was a good day.