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She was across a busy street, about a block away when I first saw her. She stood out in the late afternoon 'rush hour' pedestrian traffic. So many drab outfits on all the women this afternoon...same as just about any other day. It was the way her short skirt danced as she walked, the lively bounce in her step that caught my eye. I stopped with the crowd waiting for the light to change. A momentary pause in the mindless flow of humanity whose only goal was to escape the city for yet another day. I stood watching her, she was different, not wishing to escape, but embracing the crowd. Aware of those men near her who were stealing glaces at her sexy curves, her breasts spilling out over her top, her sexy legs. Aware also of the delightful fact that her skirt was just a bit too short for a breezy late afternoon. When she was nearer, I could see her fishnet stockings, her skirt not quite long enough to meet the tops and completely hide her creamy thighs. That flash of thigh between her stockings and skirt had heads turning. I noticed more than one gentleman with a healthy bulge in his pants. The light changed and I moved with the mass, crossing the street as a school of fish. Not really knowing why they were moving, in unison. That's when I saw those shoes. Those exciting 'fuck me' shoes, with heels and platforms so high, I marveled at how she could stroll so gracefully.
I was becoming quite aroused, standing there, my mind wandering. I noticed a few women snicker, offended not only with how this woman was dressed, but also, by the men looking at her. That only served to increase my arousal. She was part of the crowd blocking my path, making me feel like a salmon swimming upstream. "Excuse me.", I said, causing a few heads to turn, unaccustomed to rush hour politeness. She turned to the side, leaving me just a narrow passageway directly in front of her. As I walked past, my upper arm brushed against her breasts, and my knuckles grazed her stockings. She smiled as I turned down the less crowded side street. She was soon on my heels matching my stride. I slowed and she passed me up, giving me a chance to enjoy her creamy thighs peeking out from beneath that short pleated skirt. As we passed an alley, she turned and walked into the late afternoon shadows, glancing over her shoulder to be certain that I would follow.