Her curved hips, full breasts, and her gorgeous face with minimal make up were only ever over shadowed by her bubbly, kind, warm and generous nature.

People are naturally drawn to her as they see her glowing, smiling a radiant white set of teeth behind beautiful plump lips dressed in rich red lipstick. Her eyes large, brown and honest, flutter with a radiance most would envy.

It was a party setting, I was a guest of a friend and didn’t know many. I gathered she knew a few as she floated around group to group with acceptance. People like bees orbiting her warm and sexy honey vibe. I wanted to too.

I hold myself back, I admire from a safe distance. It is a lovely view watching her smile happily and show genuine care to those around her. Anyway, am I allowed to approach her? It had been sometime, but last time I knew of, I shouldn’t! So I did not. I gazed from afar and felt those old familiar feelings well inside me, those feelings I had first experienced with her more than a decade previous. The ones that make you do a little happy dance. I loved this woman, I still did and always will.

The party is hitting its peak, I avoid the overwhelming pull towards her. It’s painful to not let myself go to her. But I respect she may not appreciate it and I don’t want to ruin her night. I spend the majority outside chatting to others and settle for the glance I see of her, dancing freely as I get drink from inside. Her blonde hair and peachy round bum bounce to the music. I’m obsessed.

Later cruising through the outside she sees me. It’s a look of mixed emotions, but mostly one of ‘ah fuck, why do you need to be here’ we avoid each other. Later standing in the toilet line, she stands behind me. I turn and melt, she smells divine. I wanted to kiss her right then but refain, I start with ‘hey’ get a cheeky ‘hey’ back as she does a slight bop to make her large perfectly shaped breasts do a little bounce, I enjoy the movement way to much and place my hand over my face. I’m beat, I’m already defeated. She knows me… and she knew I couldn’t resist her.

I had tried for years after our first Parting to reconnect. She was hurt and a lot stronger than I, so we never did meet again. Until now! The fantasies started to flood through me. Oh how I desired her, her skin so soft, her curves so feminine, she was just as beautiful as ever but a women now, she walked taller with an easy confidence, that made her more alluring.

The fantasies, her breasts, my god! Exceptional! Perfectly shaped weighted and symmetrical, they matched her wide eyes both full of life and hard to turn away from, both turning me on. I look down and motion her to do the same. I’m erect the outline of my cock pressed against her front of my pants. I regretted it, instantly thinking ‘too soon’ and expecting her to look disgusted and leave.

She poked it and smiled with a giggle. Both pretending we didn’t just share a moment, no matter how small. We carried on with small talk, work, family, time to use the toilet. When I came out she was gone, I walked back to chat with others resisting the urge to look for her. Thankful for the small interaction had and feeling lighter as maybe time had healed old wounds.

Later I seen her helping to clean up mess, I immediately joined her! Any excuse to be near her, I didn’t want to stare at a distance and Pyne for her. I’d rather do it in front of her kissing her feet. More small talk. She had come with someone to the party yet she said it was new. I asked ‘may I text her’ She gave me a blank stare and turned away to pick up another plastic cup. She didn’t say ‘No’. I knew the party was drawing to a close and surely the new man would be returning to collect this prize. The beautiful woman with the fun playful and deeply sexy side which I had the pleasure of remembering as I was hearing her voice tonight.

I closed the distance between us and said ‘ok well it was great to see you’ and hoped for any physical touch to walk away with. She said ‘bye’ turned and walked away. I could feel her smiling, in triumph as she knew what I wanted. I hoped I wasn’t delusional but I felt as if that was flirting or foreplay. She would have said ‘no’ to a text. And she left me hanging, she’s too nice to do that, even if a barely hug would have been in disdain.

I wasn’t interested in anything now apart from pursuing her. I left the party with a smile, the ice had been broken, she smiled in my presence and allowed me to be in hers, I felt blessed, relieved and optimistic, I was down for the chase. I wanted to worship this queen! TBC