just when he thought he parked
voyeur at the door
there he appeared in all his glorysplendor hed concede voyeur enjoyed a unique yasneak
splendor
he was dreaming
sitting at a coffeeshop out of doors amid an amicable chatty crowd soft
overhead lighting strung on wires on crossbeams a rustic roofed pavilion
truth of the matter earlier that evening he had read a passage from
Born in Blackness read a description of
the mid- late seventeen century historian
William Cowan wrote The numerous
coffeehouses of the metropolis were greater than the sum of their parts; they
formed an interactive system in which information was socialized and made sense
of by various constituencies of the city.
he sat alone back to a brick wall at a café table
facing the entry it was late couples waft in maybe from diners or films music or just
seeking the warming pleasure of being in a social atmosphere
he was arrested by two particular
women
he paid attention
to them furtively over the top of a book he was reading its heel resting on a
clipboard paper a pen tucked over his ear which he recorded parcels he read quotes
or ideations the words evoked
frequently musing his head upstroking his chin with the backs of
his fingers intermittent blindnessthen
seeing they were directed in line where the women sat
one was tall statuesque
for some reason which he didnt question or need
explanation shed lean forwardher blouse would
gape open favouring him he
liked to think with generous helpings of her
naked breasts seemed in slo mo she
was killing him his cock said Did you
see that? he replied to the dolt If I hadnt ya wouldnt be asking Ah, true. Keen eye, fella. asif his cock
didnt know his namecouldnt admit their attachment their lifelong
friendship frissonship
deftly or so it seemed although women have radarare aware they
are being admired during
some momentshis head up entertaining silent monologues she looked directly
at him their eyes met they exchanged pleasant smiles
she
was killing himshe knew it
voyeur enteredhe wondered out loud over the
top of dolts murmurings if he thought she might Eer clearing his throat
be an exhibitionist You know, ifya got
em flaunt em.
Isnt it nicerather to enjoy a fans appreciation adulation
I think she’s flaunting herself.
Its not necessary to be
right Just relish
cock an voyeur noddedshut up which made the evening nicer
her date stood he helped her with her chair standing up in between them she blatantlybriskly elbows in tugged her collaropened her blouserevealed
her breasts
her radiant smile hed
dare say exceeded his own
they left her dates hand on her elbow escorting her
then
ofcourse then
the small Asian woman at a table
one over from his who he also occasionally gazed at and sat in line where radiant
had sat stood facing him she bent over clutched
several parcels off the table at once standing upright their weight cleanly tugged her
tube top down popped her left breast out a perky darkbrown nipple winked at him seemed very content
stunnedshe looked down at her
breast maybe felt the cool
evening air she looked up looked at him
he maintained his interest on her
chocolate kiss
then looking up
into her face Do you need help
she smiled she blushed she seemed exasperated
she could have leaned down set the packages back on the table although had she she would have overtly
exposed herself currently she only entertained
an audience of one
Yes please, if you wouldn’t
mind.
My pleasure you can imagine my pleasure
he stuffed dolt
and voyeur before they could pipe upopen their mouths
he stoodstepped around the table
between them took the packages from her so she could oh-so-subtly cover
herself as she did as he watched he said to her and her You should understand my first inklingfirst instinct
to help was to pull your top up I really
reached to summons my gentlemanly self
she colouring now bubbling into her face
brightbrown eyes simply said Thank you.
Yare welcome Thank youse
he could easily have sequed into
a smoky neonlit bar a secluded pool
table at its rear shooting strip
eightball against two girls who fancied themselves sharks one had a fascinating mole on the inside of her
left hip had
it been on her face he would have described it a Marilyn Monroe mole the other had a tattoo of a small comedic beaver
on the inside of her right thigh for as she described special friends
thats a whole
other dream
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