Saw a pretty babe today.. But All I could do was steal long glances at her time to time. Her perfectly curved body got me in total desire. Her fairly exposed cleavage which showed a little more while she lowered her chest arrested my attention and made me look on in genuine appreciation of her womanly features. Beautiful was she... It was a dinner function and she served as a waitress sort of. Clearly she was on work mode, moving around and with such gentle and objective facial expression, I could have stood, walked, and tried to get familiar but no, i couldn't have thought about that...she was on work mode. But then Mike, even if she wasn't on work mode, could you have gone? Surely if fate permits, our paths crosses and I with her become friends. Surely she understands how genuinely grateful I am for her body and the fact that I am truly interested in her, for Beautiful She is.


These feelings that I get about a pretty babe's perfect shape and bosoms, I'm curious as to where they come from. I am a virgin boy...and although I happen to know a little more than a virgin boy would normally know. I wonder if anyone could give me an answer to this.