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 He watched as she moved the round, black tube ever so slowly across her lips. An easy confidence born from years of practice showed as her lips filled with a rosy hue. The world halting around him as his mind zeroed in on her delicate movements. Her exquisite fingers, long and soft called to him. Red flowed from the container staining over her lips like a sunset lighting the evening sky afire.
Her actions were innocent he felt sure. Almost naive. She was simply doing as she had done from that first day her mother announced she was now a young woman. So why did it cause such an aching as he watched?
He noticed the gentle twist her wrist made. The quick manipulation of the lipstick as she closed it and placed it in her pocket. She then shook out her long dark hair, letting it fall around her slightly pale face. A perfect frame for those bedroom eyes that scanned the room. A dainty nose gliding to her full mouth, which was permanently set in a pout that begged to be kissed.
God, how he wanted to sedate that which she so easily roused in him with each movement. She quickly pressed her lips together to ensure perfect coverage. He almost crossed his legs wanting to grind them together. His mind filling with thoughts of her using his hardness to wipe her lips on.
Her eyes came to rest upon his. She languidly passed her tongue over her lips. A naughty smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she winked at him before turning, with a toss of her hair, and walked from the room.
His body shook as he commanded it to regain control. The slight wetness between his thighs drying as he breathed deeply and returned to the book on the table before him. A single thought floating through his mind.
'She is not so innocent or unaware as all that it seems.'
liza Magill fall 2000 (From notes taken on a trip many years before)
| No woman is truly all that innocent. ~wink~
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