From Accross The Room...Our Eyes Met.

I noticed her as soon as I entered the room. She was breathtaking. Just looking at her made my heart rate accelerate with excitement. If only I could meet her, find out her name, have a conversation with her, my life would be fulfilled.

From accross the room, our eyes met, and she smiled ever so slightly, and gave me a knowing glance, almost as if she thought she recognized me, and started to walk toward me.

My mind raced. What would I say to her? I had to make a good first impression. Try to keep cool. Try to keep cool.

As she came closer, I could not help but picture her naked in my mind's eye: The long shapely legs, perfectly propotioned. Her hips, moving so slightly back and forth. Her tiny waist, so feminine. Her lush beatiful breasts, swaying back and forth with her steps. I could almost see those breasts pressed against me.

She approached and stopped, very close, and looked into my eyes, waiting for me to speak.

"Whoa,.......Nice Rack!" I said.

Chicks really dig it when you say sensitive shit like that.