Near Misses with Miss’s

Near Miss 3

There we were me and my pal, getting off the train at Liverpool Street Station for our Christmas celebration dinner with our network of close business friends. I had been swapping glances with the nice black lady sitting across the aisle on the journey, as she had smiled a couple of times at our jocularity about tales of our work experiences overseas. Maybe she had been there also I thought when we mentioned some dodgy bar in Dubai.

We followed her off the train and I couldn’t help but admire the tightly clad African booty wiggling and swaying. She…