The queue in the post office was long. Long and tortuous. As far as I was concerned it was too hot to be stood in the line with an armful of parcels. In fact I could see that the counter had only 2 staff working. One a bored looking man and the other a younger, dark haired female who actually wasn't serving but was filing her nails! I could see from the small amount of her body that could be seen, that her boobs were big. They may have been stuck behind her post office uniform but they were big. Definitely more than a handful!!
The queue slowly shuffled forward and my mind began to wander. I wondered what the counter girl looked liked underneath her uniform. What did her boobs look like? How big were her nipples? Did she like them to be sucked or played with? What kind of underwear would she have on? Was she shaven or hairy? If she was hairy was her bush wild or neatly trimmed?
The computerised voice shouted counter number 2, counter number 1 in a monotonous sequence which shook me out of my wandering thoughts.
I continued to move forward with the queue and soon I was at the head of it. The bored looking older man was serving another old man who wanted to renew his driving licence. The girl was serving a mother with 2 unruly children.
I could see now that the girl had bright red lipstick on, her longhair was black like coal and she had deep, large brown eyes. She flicked a look in my direction and I smiled. She turned away and carried on serving her customer. The older man was still stuck with the old man and I just stood there. I saw the girl serve the lady in front of me and she walked away with her children. I turned away for a moment and when I turned round the girl had pulled her counter window blind down. What! I hadn't even been served!
As I stood raging that the counter had been shut and I hadn't been served I felt a tug on my shirt sleeve.
"Excuse me" came a voice from my left."
I looked and it was the counter girl who had just left her position.
"Would you come with me please?"
I followed as she walked to the side of the counter, punching a number into a door keypad she let me into a back room.