SHAKIRA

Across the room she sits looking like a sex doll with her immaculate legs crossed as if to lure him into them; rather between them. Thenegozitata vondutchmutzen loevenichhut maisenzashop lamilanesaborse marellaabiti chilloutsmutze gioie-di-gea kleankanteenkinder kleankanteentrinkflasche kleankanteentrinkflasche fracominasaldi chilloutshut chilloutshut coralbluescarpe y are barely exposed but that luminous green skirt she’s donning has nothing against his imagination. He can visualize how sensitive the back of her knees are. Hell he can even feel the supple skin on those thighs wrapped around him; squeezing him as she locks him in. The thought of kissing her motor limbs from the sole all the way to her hip joint (or beyond) makes a brother squirm a little. Fetish taken too far, but he likes it.

What he does not like however is the fact that his woman, Mercy, is right by his side with their fingers locked yet there’s not even a tinge of remorse in him even with his misdeeds. They are at the hospital’s waiting lounge all awaiting their turn to see the doc. Neither he nor the woman he confesses to love is sick. They are here for their routine check.

***

“Why is Miss Sexy-Legs here though?” he wonders. Is she sick? And if she is, what is she suffering from? Terminal illness? Mere flu? Or maybe she is just here to get her birth control shot (or IUD). Yes! It must be that. She even shuffles her feet in agreement. More like an admission to her dire need of a third leg going where it hasn’t been in the longest time ever. He smiles devilishly, knowing this one might be easy prey.

“What about your woman bro?” logic whispers to him. “Doesn’t she deserve better? Doesn’t she have legs as fine? Do you even know how Miss Bang-Me-Please looks? You’ve been staring at her legs all along. Come on George!”

“You know what? You are right. I haven’t seen her face” he debates. “What do we have here?” he adds to his uninterrupted chain of thoughts, scanning her from her hips upwards pausing a tad too long at her bosom. She’s got a lovely pair alright.

By Jove she is fine! The way her ass spills over while she’s sitting gives him untold joy. And in unison the hips pop. Could that be the land of “milk and honey”? Most definitely. Her tiny waist is surreal. He fails to understand how hips so large and that mammoth back can belong to a being with such a waist. But that means she’s got really great handling points to hold onto on in that “h°” position; if you know what I mean. wink

Then her bosom! Lord have Mercy. Those babies can make a grown man cry. They’d make an adult reconsider getting nursed. They’d look really good in his hands with those perky dugs sticking out between his middle and ring fingers. Their prowess to make adultery and matrimony intermarry excites him! But he is far from done.

“Dan!” calls the nurse as a patient walks out and the guy seated next to George’s new found obsession stands up, pats her on the thighs and walks into the doctor’s room.

Such debauchery! Oh the disrespect! How dare he? Who does that? Is he a pervert? He must be! Wait… Miss Touch-Me-Once-More did not even flinch! She must be really starved this one.

“Worry not baby girl. George is here to save you” a mental note is made in a testosterone infested brain before he resumes his evaluation process, now shifting attention to her face.

She has a chisel chin that flows down from a full pair of lips. Lips that look overly capable of sending life threatening spasms of pleasure down his spine if they ever locked with his. Transfer them further south and she’d be a certified murderer. More so if she gave a speech using the sacral mic while staring into the eyes of her audience. Nobody can survive that. Not even the pope.

Her eyes. Her brown eyes! The eyes that can peep into your soul and call you out for all your BS. The eyes that he’d gaze into while she chokes on (his) meat with a handful of her silky hair offering anchorage! She is all he ever wanted. And he intends to get her by all means.

He locks eyes with her and for the first time, he meets a lady who doesn’t shy away from eye locks. This one does not even blink. She looks at him dead in the eyes as if challenging him to an eye wrangle. And he loves it! Confident women tickle his fancy; no wait… they turn him on a good one! He’s got to get her…

***

“Shakira, let’s go baby” interrupts Dan as he walks out of the doctor’s office, blocking George’s view and breaking the eye lock.

“Wait, what?” wonders a lustful George a tad too loud.

“What’s up dear?” Mercy asks, somewhat surprised

“I just remembered I am supposed to meet a client in town in half an…”

Sex doll?

“Okay Dan” interposes the most artificial and indifferent voice George has heard all his life. It’s almost robotic and so he stops mid-sentence to see its source just in time to see the final lip movements of Shakira as she gets up from her seat to follow Dan. Then it hits him. She couldn’t blink because she’s not human; she is a sex doll. One of those that got him in trouble with Mercy a while back. Sigh. Was she even looking at him in the first place? That sneaky bastard Dan was accompanied by his sex doll to hospital. He must have balls of steel. Or not!

He cannot believe it! He’s been lusting over a sex doll! A robot! A mass of silicon with a chip for a brain! Yet all this time his human woman has been by his side! Ungrateful bastard.