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Ahhhhh GAW

7 March, 2013

At lunchtime, I was sat at the high counter working on FriFic when GAW walked in. And for the first time I saw that she was wearing a dress that day instead of her usual trousers. “You have legs,” I said brightly. “Yea,” she said, “all my trousers are in the wash so I’m wearing this” – she opened her fleece to allow me to see the whole creation. “Very nice,” I nodded, “and great legs.”

She laughed, came and sat on the seat next to me to chat. As she crossed her legs, the material rode high up her thigh and she demurely adjusted it. She took her phone from her bag to show me a text, but noticing the screen needed cleaning, lifted the hem again to use it as cloth, exposing those slender thighs and dark tights again.

Later that day we were on a tea run, and as we stood side by side at the coffee machine, I turned to listen to whatever she was saying. I didn’t really hear it though because the deep V of her neckline folded at the exact moment, at the exact angle for me to catch a clear view of her petite breasts and the black lace cupping them. I was the perfect gentleman of course and kept my furtive glances to a minimum but I thoroughly enjoyed every one.

I’m under no illusion that she might have any interest in me, and I ‘m not kidding myself that she was in some way practicing some subtle body language to lure me. She doesn’t, and she wasn’t.

Maybe it’s the fact that I am a bit less busy at work lately and have time to go for an occasional tea run nowadays. Maybe it’s because having briefly wondered about new GAW it had become obvious that there is no comparison. Maybe it just takes a peek of underwear and a flash of flesh to ensnare my fickle tastes. But in those couple of brief exchanges I was reminded just how cute she is, and felt a tiny niggle of disloyalty that I had flirted with another lunch companion. My candle for her is aflame and burning once again. There is only one GAW.


  1. Gentleman, Ask her out for a drink, for Pete’s sake! I am dating myself saying for Pete’s sake, who says that anyways? What have you got to loose? You have time on your hands. No matter what the answer is, you should take pride in knowing that you at least asked her, takes courage that you know you have.

  2. You are hopeless… I am reading no more GAW posts.

  3. PLEASE PLEASE just for once!

    • Haha! I nearly put “ask gaw out” on my fuckit list 🙂

      • I’ve put it on there for you, you HAVE to do it. What if you weren’t around tomorrow? You’d regret is big time, life’s not for regretting remember..

      • I think that moment has passed and i dont think i ever really believed she was interested. i dont regret it, honestly!

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