Mercy fucking

December 14, 2009
krauserpua

I’m wondering if I should escalate on the HB5 Eastern Europe who works at a nearby food shop. I go in there once a week or so for lunch and she always takes my order. I didn’t give her much thought but after I told her my slightly quirky preferences (I hate onions, mushrooms and peppers) remembered and we joked about it a few times.

I started to get that strange stirring of the loins. Not a proper “Whoa! I want to fuck her” stirring. This was more like if you’re thinking of a hot girl and suddenly turn the corner and see a car crash – you’ve got a boner but it feels inappropriate to the situation. She’s a nice size, very feminine, cute smile, and even cuter braces.

Braces! They should have me running a mile but instead I wonder whether I’d feel the cold steel on my teeth as we kiss. She’s got a few extra pounds, especially on the arse, but I wonder what type of metal-mouthed smile she’d come up with if I gave it a firm smack. I think for a while and I realise why I want to fuck this girl.

She is so bashfully demure and feminine.

It doesn’t matter that she’s got a mouth full of steel, or a chubby arse, or slightly beady eyes. She smiles, she defers, she remembers stuff, she shakes it as she walks. In a City full of ball-busting lawyer cunts, she’s a breath of fresh air. I reckon she’d let me do her up the arse on the first asking. So today I make my first stab at gaming her proper

I catch her eye as I come in. She smiles, I do a “whassup” nod and wink. At the order counter, a dude takes the order while she stands by smiling.

Dude: Hi sir. May I take your order?

Krauser: Your colleague here can tell you. She’s got a good memory.

HB5*enjoying the opportunity* He would like a [order] but with no mushrooms *smiles at me*

Krauser: Well done, but last time you left on in. *smirk* I was very disappointed with you. *sits down*

Dude brings me my food and I catch HB5 looking at me across the other diners. She walks all the way across to a nearby table to collect an empty Coke can. Proximity IOI, I think so. As she turns towards me I open:

Krauser: Do I look like a bear?

HB5: Wha…. excuse me? *gleaming smile – the braces not the tooth enamel*

Krauser: I want to look like a bear, so I’m growing a beard. I’m all furry now, see.

HB5: *laughs, glances back to the building queue, comes and stands next to me*

Krauser: I have a lot of meetings at work and I’ve noticed nobody in the City has a moustache. Look *gesture to other diners*. So I was in a meeting and I suddenly realised I had the best moustache in the room. No matter how I’m dressed or what I’m presenting, I know I’ll always have the best moustache.

HB5 *smiling, wondering what the hell I’m saying, ignoring her waitress duties*

Krauser: So I start thinking why not grow a beard. There’s too much professionalism around here. It needs more wildness. I want to be a bear. Rrrrrrrrrrrr!

HB5 *giggles, steps closer*

After that we just chat, with me doing a generic neg of her home country (“Oh you’re not one of those girls are you? I knew two girls from [country] and they were bitches. You seen nice though”) and asking bio info like I’m screening her, e.g:

Krauser: So what do you like about London?

HB5: Uh, I don’t know. It’s nice

Krauser: That’s not an answer. Are you a party girl, or a serious girl? Haha! Caught you! There was that flash in your eye, a sparkle, when I said party girl. You were thinking of your favourite nightclub weren’t you.

HB5 *yet more giggling* Yes, there’s a club I like (blah blah).

I didn’t want to go to far in the first interaction. Partly because she’ll always be there, and partly I still can’t quite shake the idea that I’m slumming it by even trying. It’s not like she’s “my 10”. She’s my HB5. But I just know that next time I knock one out, I’ll be thinking of her….. I’ve got a semi on just writing this.

4 Comments

  1. The only draw back I can think of is that it might mess with your lunch options. Assuming that the grub is decent and all. Oh, that and she’s an HB5 (Heck I’ve slummed with an UB3 so who the hell am I to talk).

  2. Yeah. Problem is, my logic wiring is short circuiting on this one and I wasn’t prepared for it. Amazing how 100% feminine demeanour can touch you.

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  4. a fat ass is always a plus. period.

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