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He's Hiding On The Balcony
Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: flytoomuch, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories
women they were pursuing. “What do you mean? She’s grade-A number-one prime cut, hot-ass, hot-body fucking material.” Steve laughed at his dopey floppy-haired dreamy friend from Vancouver. Steve figured blondes really were dumb, even male blondes. The guy might be an amazing tennis player, but when it came to women he was far too ambitious for his own good. “Dude she’s older than you by a few,” Steve paused, “and look at those clothes man. That’s like sophisticated shit she’s decked out in. That kind of chick is looking for sugar daddy material, not some poor tennis chump like you and me.” Will thought about it. He agreed with Steve’s assessment, but still he couldn’t help staring. Sexual attraction is like that; you can’t control whom you desire. Fuck that woman was so hot. His cock was hard just looking at her. “I have to ask her to dance man.” Steve chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. His friend was truly an idiot. Guys from Vancouver just smoked too much weed. It killed their brain cells. “Okay dude. But you’ll be shot down in flames. She wants a guy in a suit with a gold Rolex buddy. Take it from me. You don’t have a chance in hell.” The two young tanned studs laughed. Will was pretty sure his friend was right, but nothing ventured, nothing gained. He gulped his drink and resolved to walk over with the next song. _____________________________________________ Paul had found a bar seat about six seats away from his wife. He had watched the entire scene where his ...