The Discreet Charm of Perversity

I was walking along the Millenium bridge today enjoying the sights.

Tate in front of me, The Eye on the left and Shard on the right.

And the teenage beauty right in front of me, tootling along with her Dad and two sulky brothers.

I am not into girls but I am fascinated by them.

She was 14, 15 at the most. Tall, beautiful face, with full lips, twisted in a petulant pout, big blue eyes and that unmistakable plumpness in her face, not quite yet out of the puppy fat phase.

It wasn't her face that got my attention. It was her legs and bottom. She was wearing a tightest, skimpiest pair of shorts, the ones that barely cover the cheeks, cut into the crevice of her arse and most certainly feel a bit tight in the crotch. 

I slowed down and followed, taking in the view. She had that slightly out of proportion shape with the legs being too long for her body, her breasts, not yet fully mature with a cotton bra promising a soft fullness in a year or two. She walked with that foalish awkwardness which made her bum cheeks move with the fabric of the shorts skirting around that gorgeous peachiness of her arse.

And forgive me but I just imagined her being fucked. I imagined a hard cock, sliding between these thighs, teasing the crevice between her buttocks, glistening with readiness. I imagined that cock sliding into her tight cunt, the gasps, the surprise, these plump petulant lips being bitten with her white teeth at the delight of first penetration. I imagined her being taken from behind, man's hands, large hands, holding her just around that tiny waist and slamming his hard cock into her, in and out of her cunt, drenched in her fresh juice. The stifled little noises she would make. The same hands, fondling her pert little tits, pulling her closer, penetrating her deeper.

I stopped to hold that image in my head, watching her walk away, that tight little bottom, with the gorgeous creases under the cheeks slowly sashaying away.

I am a pervert like that.

Colours

I am lost in thought, having my coffee and writing.

Then I feel his hands snake around me, he brushes my breasts lightly and wraps his long arms around my midriff. I lean back to feel him closer, his head resting on my shoulder. 

'Hello you", he smiles and sits with his long legs across the bench next to me.

I look at his bright greyish blue eyes, the same colour like mine, still feeling his arms around me and smile. Because quite simply he has that effect on me. It's not lust, wanting to fuck, the frenetic need that has driven me in the past. 

It's just his face, the warmth, the ease, the touch, the scent that make me want to be close to him. 

There is something quite beautiful about him, something I cant quite put my finger on, something that eludes me.

"I really want to show you this. What do you think?", he plonks a ream of printed paper versions of the design we discussed a couple of days ago in red and cream.

"Looks great", I say. "The colour isn't right though. Maroon and taupe - that's what you need here. Taupe is like brownish grey, and maroon is less aggressive than red. It's less shouty, more subtle"

His face lights up.

"You are right. Where were you yesterday when I was choosing the paper? Taupe? Write it down for me. You know my spelling is terrible"

Involuntary reaction. I reach out and stroke his hair. I feel like pulling him towards me and kissing him. But I don't. 

"I need to dash. Already late", I say instead and write down the 'maroon' and 'taupe' while he's watching me intently.

I get up, he hugs me and rocks me in his arms. I feel his body neatly folding into mine, and yes, I can feel his cock pressed against my belly. And that sends a shiver down me, as people are milling around us. In that split second, I want rip his clothes off, have him push me onto the table, lift my skirt and fuck me. I want his head on my neck, his breath burning my cheek, my legs wrapped around him helping his cock penetrate me to the core. Right in front of everyone. That moment passes and I free myself from his arms and then I walk away. Who am I kidding? I do want to fuck him. But not yet.