Winni is waiting babe.... make sure you come
Sunday after two wasted hours with Ruby I message Jessie saying I’ll be there 6:15pm.
Work runs late.
Message Winni saying can’t make it.
She messages back asking why and if I still coming.
Job finishes earlier than expected.
Message saying maybe 7:30.
“How long for?”
90 mins.
Ask if she’ll stay back after closing.
“I wait for you.”
Jessie messages not long after.
“Make sure you turn up ***. Winni waiting for you.”
Yes Jessie 🙄
Driving to Wentworthville thinking about various disappointments.
Feel empty honestly. Little disinterested in what I’m doing where I’m going.
Hungry too.
Maybe rather be eating at one of the many spicy food places surrounding SP Wentworthville than eating some gorgeous young woman’s pussy.
Park.
Walk past brightly lit restaurants and takeaways. Men outside still smoking. Still talking loudly. Still talking shit. One place absolutely pumping out grilled meat smell.
Upstairs again.
Winni down back behind reception balancing books. Smaller woman in kitchen changed and ready leave. Later find out her name Ashley.
Winni looks up.
“You came.”
I ask if she’s hungry.
“Yes little bit.”
“You want eat with me?”
“If we have time lets see.”
Winni comes into the room confident bright smile white singlet and tiny American flag hotpants bought back from Vietnam.
We’re both sitting on the table her legs over me talking shit laughing smiling.
Then suddenly she’s laying back still laughing and I move around behind her head lean down lips near her ear and quietly tell her what I’m going to do.
Winni stops laughing immediately.
Just a small quiet smile.
Kiss her neck.
Shiver.
Again.
She squirms a little.
Impatient Winni starts to undress and tells me what she wants.
That body very sensitive and responsive and over time learnt where linger touch squeeze restrain.
My fingers spread firmly on her belly holding her hips still while Winni’s thighs grip me and she touches herself.
At one moment she’s put hand to mouth trying stifle herself though nobody else here anyway.
Door could probably stay open. Wouldn’t matter.
Bring her close many times. Edging her.
Finally climaxes hard enough one sharp movement slams pelvic bone straight into my nose.
Her thighs tighten hard around me.
In mock seriousness I say, “I’m worried, Winni. Maybe this too much for you. You okay?”
Raising her head, her eyes on me.
“Don’t stop.”
She comes again.
Then quiet.
Just laying there eyes closed trying recover herself awhile.
Comes back looking flustered. Happy. Slightly uncertain.
Standing beside the table hands on hips looking like she wants say something important but not sure how.
Ask if she’s ok.
Bewildered happy smile.
Gradually that shy quieter Winni returns.
I wait while she locks up.
Downstairs together, I really want to eat Indian.
Winni Thai.
I find myself listening to Taylor Swift as I drive to Burwood.
