This is a true one.......just happened a couple of days ago....am keeping my fingers crossed....so wish me luck.
I just spotted her getting out of the car at the airport, as I was stubbing off my third cigarette in a row so that I had enough nicotine packed in my blood for a 3 hour 45 minutes flight with a stop enroute.....It had been one of those long days, when your mind is absolutely blank after a pretty long day's work away from home...the feeeling was either to crash out on the plane or feeling eager to hit the sack as you reached home......
She was a pretty young girl in her mid twenties, with a slender gait with dark jet black hair to add substance to it. The length and the volume of her hair was unbelievable,,,as it reached down to her calves. Her hair was shiny, wavy and absolutely well kempt.....it looked freshly washed.....if you know what I mean...........I delibaratelly stalled my entry into the airport building, as she effortlessly swung her light luggage over and made it ahead of me...I trailed her by a decent distance...so as not to catch her attention....and hoping she would be on the same flight as me....and I could catch and enjoy more glimpses of her hair.
I watch her proceed to no airline counter in particular, as she picked up her mobile to call someone and indulge in a conversation...;.my mind raced through the thought of the lucky guy if it happened to be her boyfriend.......and wishing I were in his place.....a picture is worth a thousand words they say, and my diction may fall short, in describing her hair. She was the cynosure of all eyes, including the feminine kind, as she loitered around listlessly engaged in a conversation, swivelling and tossing her hair around... as if with the sole intention of flashing it............around, and make her presence felt.
I just couldnt take my eyes off her, nor did many other like minded co-admirers as us. I was relieved to find a well placed charging point for mobile phones and I quickly sidled my way to that spot to avoid being spotted and caught at staring and looking lustfully at that cascade of gorgeous hair. She had a pretty face too, and I had already mentioned about her terrific slender gait, and this combo was smashing and a heady mix. I was sure that this sight would not go off my mind as long as lived, and I believed that it would not, out of so many others around me.
I thanked the almighty for giving me the pretext of being in her vicinity, as I charged my mobile and complimenting the mobile technology simultaneously cursing my primitive mobile and my own concept of having a mobile just for utility purpose...just call and receive calls. What would a NOKIA N93 would have done in my hands that day.... I reallly wish it had been there with me.....PC would have been proud of me...for posting that pretty sight at this forum......I did the research subsequently though...and it has 3.2 MP Cam + VIdeo.
It was about twenty minutes she spent on her mobile..........as I charged mine and the libido.....and she was a life time fantasy..and just as announcements came for my flight to proceed for check-in, she reacted and moved in the direction I had been desparately hoping all along, she would. I was pretty certain till this point of time, I had never drawn her attention towards me in any manner whatsoever. I quickly yanked my mobile off the secured airport charger and paced myself behind her to land myself right behind her in the queue which had already formed and was long enough to give me about 10-12 minutes....of uninterrupted line of vision and possibly physical contact and heavenly touches of her hair.
As I stood behind her in the queue, I managed not to stare at her directly, and on a couple of occasions she glimpsed around at me and that was it. As we neared the counter, people could get a bit anxious., and the distance between the individuals could drastically shorten if you would have noticed in a similar wait to hit the counter. That did happen to me on that day, and the feel of her soft wavy hair on my forearms, strategically placed pretending to be a carrying the ticket, is an experience to cherished for rest of your life.....
the feel was ultimate, and the fragrance of her hair was just giving me the kicks.....unforgettable and vividly in front of me as I write now.........was thinking that I was the most luckiest guy at airport that day having had my share of my proximity with her.....she got her boarding card had my share of her................
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no iam fleming's fantasies...pure experience ...await he second part that is on its way....
please name this story...all you genuine hair lovers......so that we can carry on.........