Brief Encounters - The E S Sex Girl

"I'm an E S Sex Girl."She accompanied the statement with a cackle deserving of a starring role in any am-dram production of 'Wicked'.I responded with my best questioning head tilt and supercilious eyebrow raise. Well, the best I could manage under the circumstances. The circumstances being that we were the leftover dregs of an after-work sortie for Happy Hour cocktails that had dissolved into a succession of Moji-Cosmo-Sex on the wherever-Espresso Martinis. Time had fled, along with our work colleagues, and the only thing we had in common was our repeated desire for yet another drink and a lack of anything besides cold central heating and even colder beds at home."So what does the E S stand for?"She looked at me shocked and befuddled, her spider's legs eyelashes flittering in panicked Eryaman Escort bewilderment. Either she'd never shared her status as an E S Sex Girl before or never been quizzed as to its meaning. Or, perhaps sobriety was but a far flung island and she was having trouble dragging herself through the alcoholic breakers to flop exhausted on its golden, sunlit shore."Extra Sexy.""So you're an Extra Sexy Sex Girl. Not just sexy but extra sexy, and also a sex girl which I suppose makes you even extra, extra sexy."I knew I wasn't making much sense but the last round of Tequila slammers had just started a Samba Dance Party in my head and my eyes were struggling to give her upthrust and barely concealed breasts the attention they deserved.I Sincan Escort couldn't decide whether they were extra sexy or even sexy. Certainly they were substantial and obvious trapped as they were within a form-fitting dress that the original designer probably imagined being modelled by someone about twenty years younger. And if sunbed, sun-kissed fleshiness with the creased and cracked patina of an Old Master was this year's sexy then she certainly had that in extras.What there most definitely was, was plenty to survey and my blurry vision and hangover-ready brain were taking their time in absorbing every last detail. So I was a bit surprised when, once they'd eventually completed their task and I'd manage to drag my Etlik Escort ogling vision from out of her cleavage, to find Miss E S Sex Girl's spider-leg eyes staring straight at me."Extra sexy," I blurted.It was the only thing I could think to babble, but it seemed to meet with approval as her collagen implanted lips gave a moue of pleasure within her flushed face and she treated me to a celebratory 'extra sexy' hand flick at the hair straightener and bottle bleached tendrils of hair gracing her neck.I accepted her invitation.What invitation? Was there an invitation? Surely wasn't that an invitation?I shimmied and squirmed my bottom across upholstery, once plush but now decorated with the stains of pleasures past, until my unhosiered thighs rubbed up against hers; artificial tan and splodge freckled alabaster legs contrasting as our exposed skin rubbed together in greeting."Extra sexy?"She met my query with a nod and a parting of lips; her breath escaping to tease at my own poised mouth with her tipsy neediness as my fingertips found the nape of her neck and fluttered amongst split ends and flyaway strands.