To the tradition of pick-ups!!!
It is a nice warm evening (my standards of warm have already changed, 60F is pleasent, 65F is warm!! duh to chicago). The young woman puckers her lips, looks around and adjusts her dress. The shy,look-around, "play the field" look on her face.
"There's one", she thinks. She checks him out, and thinks, "he does not look the sticker around types, too fast, he's moving thru the women thick and fast". She looks around and keeps the innocent smile going. She's already getting frustrated. How difficult can it be to find someone on a Saturday?
Then she sees him. Dressed casually, he looks fit, and quite a novice. Someone, she can take charge of, or so she thinks. She raises an eyebrow and checks him out. He returns the favour and sly smiles are exchanged. They move towards each other. "Matches", they say, "are made in silence". Says who? you-know-who; well,if no one did, then I say it now, so shuddup and read. The eyes lock, she asks him to head out, she will meet him at the lower level. He understands, finishes his drink, and moves briskly to the grassy area. She comes down, and he lets out a sigh, brushes the sweat off his eye-brow; looks at her, and they head out.
Comfort levels are soon established and a nice pace of conversation is struck. Soon, they are talking in high gear about family, friends, likes, dislikes and all the garbage of the likes. A brush of shoulders, the nervous grins;a strong shoulder as he guides her through a particularly crowded part and the ice has pretty much melted.
They go away from the crowd, moving steadily north, always away from the crowd, enjoying each other's company, he smelling her, she showing him her school, her favorite store,all the while they are on the move. They move closer to each other.
......................................
Breathing heavily, they are past already what they had set out to do on the Saturday, but neither of them now wants to stop. There are of course differences-she wishes he would go faster, imploring him to do so, with her eyes; he ignores her, concentrating and enjoying the slow movements, before the final ecstasy. She starts moving her hips faster, in a show of impatience. He relents finally, and starts moving faster.. Together they move,hurriedly in the final,silent act.
....................................................................................
And, then finally it ends. They are there, where they wanted to be. Over,across the finish line. And they hug, their sweaty bodies in a tangle. And then they separate, and go over the time spent together. And soothe their aching bodies. What an evening!
And they remove their shoes.
That, my "dear perverts", is the art of finding a running partner from the opposite sex and doing a long run on the weekends. What did you think it was?????!!!!! Ro, you frigging idiot, this is not my declaration, so don't jump up :).
I have not tried, and I hate running with somebody I do not know, especially if it's a woman and the woman is fit and runs faster than me. Indian MCP tendencies, kya karein??? :)
Marathon time in under a month people. :)
"There's one", she thinks. She checks him out, and thinks, "he does not look the sticker around types, too fast, he's moving thru the women thick and fast". She looks around and keeps the innocent smile going. She's already getting frustrated. How difficult can it be to find someone on a Saturday?
Then she sees him. Dressed casually, he looks fit, and quite a novice. Someone, she can take charge of, or so she thinks. She raises an eyebrow and checks him out. He returns the favour and sly smiles are exchanged. They move towards each other. "Matches", they say, "are made in silence". Says who? you-know-who; well,if no one did, then I say it now, so shuddup and read. The eyes lock, she asks him to head out, she will meet him at the lower level. He understands, finishes his drink, and moves briskly to the grassy area. She comes down, and he lets out a sigh, brushes the sweat off his eye-brow; looks at her, and they head out.
Comfort levels are soon established and a nice pace of conversation is struck. Soon, they are talking in high gear about family, friends, likes, dislikes and all the garbage of the likes. A brush of shoulders, the nervous grins;a strong shoulder as he guides her through a particularly crowded part and the ice has pretty much melted.
They go away from the crowd, moving steadily north, always away from the crowd, enjoying each other's company, he smelling her, she showing him her school, her favorite store,all the while they are on the move. They move closer to each other.
......................................
Breathing heavily, they are past already what they had set out to do on the Saturday, but neither of them now wants to stop. There are of course differences-she wishes he would go faster, imploring him to do so, with her eyes; he ignores her, concentrating and enjoying the slow movements, before the final ecstasy. She starts moving her hips faster, in a show of impatience. He relents finally, and starts moving faster.. Together they move,hurriedly in the final,silent act.
....................................................................................
And, then finally it ends. They are there, where they wanted to be. Over,across the finish line. And they hug, their sweaty bodies in a tangle. And then they separate, and go over the time spent together. And soothe their aching bodies. What an evening!
And they remove their shoes.
That, my "dear perverts", is the art of finding a running partner from the opposite sex and doing a long run on the weekends. What did you think it was?????!!!!! Ro, you frigging idiot, this is not my declaration, so don't jump up :).
I have not tried, and I hate running with somebody I do not know, especially if it's a woman and the woman is fit and runs faster than me. Indian MCP tendencies, kya karein??? :)
Marathon time in under a month people. :)
posted by Hitchcock at 12:07 AM
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