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Mistaken Identity
by
Paul Curtis
| “Bob, go to the Hilton” I was told “and meet Sam Barrowclough” A lunchtime meeting at the Hilton sometimes life was tough I was expecting a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead you see With a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee A dour Yorkshire man wearing cloth cap and dressed in tweed So was not prepared for who it was to greet me I must concede The whippet welding Yorkshire man had turned out to be A very pretty young woman who was called Samantha you see She was actually a stunningly beautiful petite young blonde The type of delicious creature it was impossible not to be fond She introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello I stuttered out my own introduction by way of a quid pro quo She offered her hand to me in greeting and I accepted it gladly Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and gripped mine firmly In my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child In silence we continued to shake hands and we both just smiled We held each other’s gaze and hand perhaps too long slightly We both laughed nervously and her cheeks blushed brightly She then turned away and bade me follow which was no chore I followed her exotic heady fragrance out thought the door Silently she led me down a corridor in the lounge direction I followed mesmerized by her form and admiring its perfection Even wearing four-inch heels I marveled at her daintiness Only reaching the dizzy height of five foot three more or less The straight blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders softly A fitted silk blouse complemented her waifish frame perfectly She had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing And pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirting Then the shapely legs clad in stockings unless I miss my guess The overall effect was stunning and I was smitten I will confess Then sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton The sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination Seemingly completely oblivious to the effect she had achieved On the red-blooded men in her wake she’d never have believed She stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards me This caused the illumination of her fine breasts for us to see The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on a cushion pad A glimpse of her stocking top confirmed the suspicion that I had She effortlessly and elegantly slipped into the vacant place And gestured for me to sit beside her in the neighboring space Not coy she sat straight-backed upright confident and proud Her voice was strangely hypnotic clear and soft but not loud Once again I was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent Then she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the document Like a precious work of art I had admired her from a distance Now I could examine in detail every brushstroke every nuance Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine rain The sun was highlighting strands like spun gold again and again The golden rain tumbled to caress the nape of her neck gently Coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders diffidently I was transfixed by the vision of golden hair framing her face Of pale alabaster like porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace Her eyes stunning and captivating were of translucent green And her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in between Her mouth was only narrow but the lips were full and luscious As she spoke the pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuous I would blush to my roots if our eyes met however fleetingly And then a smile would dance about her mouth provocatively I turned my attention to her slim pale arms naked and bare The suns illumination fringing like white gold the downy hair Then her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim No bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewelry But then no jewelry could ever improve on this beauty before me Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it Causing her blouse to gape revealing her breast well just a bit Just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill Enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses and thrill Then she catches me letching and smiles as I avert my gaze Now it’s her milky white flesh that blushes in a crimson blaze All too soon our short business meeting was at a close and done I felt her soft and delicate hand in mine and then she was gone So blinded by her beauty and intoxicated by her sweet perfume I could barely stammer out a sentence before she left the room I was left with only the exotic fragrance lingering about me Feeling quite despondent and in a strange way quite empty In my hand I found her business card as you would expect Then I turned it over like you would to more closely inspect A hand written note and number is not what I thought to see Here’s my number, call me soon, I’d like to see you socially |
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