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 had a short black leather jacket which was pulled in at the waist and had emphasised that beautiful butt. We queued at the automatic barrier and were still having some banter when she put her ticket in the machine and it rejected her, she stopped abruptly and me not looking walked straight into her booty with my dick! I blurted out my apology and she actually laughed and gave me a huge smile. I said something cheesy like “bumps a daisy, are you joining us?”

She half-turned with that lovely smile and I swear she was going to say yes, when my pal, who had not taken in my close encounter, grabbed my sleeve to run for the escalator.

She stood on the concourse looking up at me, as I looked down disappointed. Was she waiting for me to turn around and get her, or was she waiting for a friend, I’ll never know, as my friend was too eager to get the first drink in.

Near Miss 4