Doubts is my screen name and Doug is my real name. Please if you like what I wrote in this short story please write and let me know what you think ( good, bad, ok? ) my email is Doubts1999@yahoo.com....
Killing time in the streets in England is an easy thing to do with all the shops and buildings! This country is amazing to me all the old mixed with the new and not to mention the different specialty shops. One shop in particular caught my attention , it was a leather shop with general merchandise in the window. Thinking well i did need a vest i entered to see if they had one id like, not to mention a price i could afford. i began to browes the racks when i noticed this lovely lady walk in the shop, immediately she caught my attention for as she entered she stopped in the door and took a deep breath as if she was savoring the leather scent permiating the shop. Dark brown hair about shoulder length would flip about her neck as she began looking through the coats, belts and pants. He finger feeling each item she looked at, but it wasn't just turning the items, it was almost flirting with each of them. Lord if i wasn't wrong its was as if she was being seduced by there texture and smell. Now i admit i love the smell of leather but not anywhere near what this lady was getting from it. Anyone could see, if they payed attention to her, when she found a item she liked, she felt the leather a bit more provacatively in her inspection while taking a deep erratic breath. I can only imagine what was going thru her thoughts but i knew it had to be erotic. Lord what id give to be a part of it but alas iam only stranger, and strangers are very, if ever included in others fantasies. laughing to myself and thinking, at least in my life that never happens. This was all i could take, i knew id never approach her or intrupt her self satifaction . so i proceeded to leave but as i did i edged past her slightly bumping her and whispering in her ear..leather does have a certian feel about it.. and then left and smiled to myself, for really what else was there to say. a deep breath and i was on the street again but this time with a purpose..i needed a drink bad, lord a drink and a cigarette . Once in the pub, that was a block down from the leather shop, i ordered and raised the glass in a toast ...to my lady..with a smug smile i drank..and let out once last sigh for what would men be with your passion.. happy birthday sooz iam glad your my freind but this my lady is as sexual i get with you..winks