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Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Lyndal's Tits

The flat at Noosa needs to be paid for sometime in early February...

E@L went to the bank to change his AUD term deposit so that when it was due to rollover, he could get a fair whack of it out to cover the shortfall in the loan valuation.

The personal-service bank-clerk girl E@L had been staring at for 5 minutes as she completed the previous customer's paperwork pressed her button and E@L's number came up for HER booth. Yes! E@L had earlier noticed that she was the only one in an non-uniform suit; rather than high collar she had a low-cut top.

As he sat down and leaned forward so that he wouldn't have talk too loud, E@L tried to avoid looking down into her cleavage at the small goose-pimple imperfections of the skin where the swell of her breasts commenced. E@L passed over his passport and documents, and she too leaned forward. There is a God. She was wearing a red bra, the edge of it was just visible on her right breast where the black top had crept down... He was already looking at her face when she looked up from the documents and into his eyes as she asked about the size of his transfer.

She took the passport to photocopy it (bureaucracy!) and went to search for the right forms. When she came back and sat down her top was still low and her heaving embonpoint rose invitingly with each breath. If she had a push-up bra it was unnecessary, that much was obvious.

This time E@L was caught - she looked at him as he was raising his eyes. Without any sign of recognition or any pause in her explanation of the forms she hitched up her top with a deft hand that made the manoeuver almost imperceptible. As she continued asking him to sign forms and write the details down, she surreptitiously hitched it up again. Lost. They were almost completely gone. E@L leaned back and looked out the window of the bank, and sighed.

"That's all," she said, dismissing him with a cheery "Happy New Year."

He smiled at her, genuinely, thinking "Would you please marry me?", stood up and made his way out...

A man sitting on the couch waiting his turn for the personal-service bank-clerks heard a soft but distinct murmuring from the big man who passed him by. He wasn't completely sure because of the Australian accent, but it sounded very much like: "Lyndal, you have great tits."

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Off to Bali this very minute; bags packed with hat, baggy board-shorts, sun-block, snorkel and holiday reading (don't ask - OK; Jack Vance, Chabon, Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Carver, and Ann Quin) - plus novel-writing accoutrements...

Later, dudes.

E@L

8 comments:

scott said...

These are the joys that make life interesting. A glimpse of perfect cleavage before leaving for vacation on a tropical island.

expat@large said...

Wonder if they accept the Charisma Card in Bali?

dh said...

Tits are going to save blogging. You should see the hits I get from Lily Allen's.

expat@large said...

Dick: I can't read about, ahem, look at Lily Allen tits as your archives seem to be hidden...

rockstar69 said...

Ah!!

Rule 32: Enjoy the little (or not so little) things!

dh said...

Here you go...enjoy.

http://dickheadley.blogspot.com/2009/09/lilys-tits-etc.html

I don't know about archives. One of those settings things I suppose.

expat@large said...

Cheers. Lily Allen's tits? You mean nipples...

scott said...

Phil no need for you to feel bad for blogging about your admiration of the Breasts of a lovely young lady. You do not have to look too far on the internet to find a lot of females blogging about their own perving on the hard bodies of younger males. just think they have adapted a better way of expressing their perving on much younger members of the opposite sex as it has generally not been the case that a younger man partners with an older woman. Since the case of younger girls with older men is so normal I think people are conciously ready to be dismissive of perceived perving.

Perhaps you just feel a little guilty as you perceive that she was uncomfortable with your gaze?

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