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Falling Backwards. James Quinn
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isbn 9781922198051
Автор произведения James Quinn
Издательство Ingram
Before I could enter, the door opened and a man of about 45 eased his belly through it. He had the good grace to be a little self-conscious. He immediately assumed that I was a punter and as he passed the girl his Visa card he said in a quiet voice and a kindly tone, ‘Go easy on her, will ya mate. Her daughter was in a car accident last Tuesday.’ He patted me on the back. ‘I know you don’t need telling.’ His card was handed back to him, he pocketed the receipt, slipped the card into his wallet, wallet into his back pocket and headed for the door. It closed after him with a scrape across the shag pile. The girl smiled at me again and told me he was a nice man, and I couldn’t disagree. She went back to pushing her breasts together with her upper arms, head bent forward to watch the effect. She pushed them together, then took her arms away very slowly and watched them ease apart again. It was like watching a person trying to glue two things together when the glue really wasn’t strong enough. They were pressed together once more and this time she held them, held them, and then pulled her arms away very quickly as if she might surprise them into staying together. The broad cleavage reasserted itself. We were both looking at her boobs now with equal fascination. I wasn’t perving, I was genuinely curious to establish what effect she was trying to achieve. We watched them lift and separate one last time then she looked up at me, shrugged, and shook her head in amazement. I was pretty amazed myself. ‘The work space is through there,’ she said, pointing. I walked through and did my tour. There was only one woman working there that afternoon and I knew her from way back. We chatted about working conditions and she gave the place a thumbs up. Nice and clean. No rough stuff. I walked back out to reception and headed for the front door and the street. As I turned to close the door after me the young woman at reception smiled and waved. ‘I’m Angela,’ she called out with a cheerful smile. It was the most genuine and unaffected gesture I had seen in months. I waved back and closed the door with a hint of regret.
* * *
Four days later and it is Faith in the shower. She turns her back on the shower head, closes her eyes, and arches her back to let the water hit her forehead and wash across her face. By arching this way, she tightens and flattens her tummy. The hair between her legs is made sparse by the watershed, her labia pink and open in the hot water. As I watch, Faith straightens her back to stand upright again, and as she does so she brings both her left and right hands to her forehead, sweeping the water backwards in one motion. Her eyes closed, she looks like she is straining against herself. Her chin uptilted, her neck arched and taut, she pulls her hair back two-handed, like a rider on the reins.
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