She Came, She Went, I Remember

A while ago a colleague left due to impromptu circumstances. She was a sweet, approachable, attractive mixed race girl with short braided black hair. She mostly wore jeans which accentuated her legs and bum. She had a lovely smile. A dark jumper covered beautiful round tits. In this instance the fact that she was covered added to the sexiness because the clothes were trendy anyway. I knew it was very unlikely I'd ever get to see what was under them.

Having said that I look forward to a time I may have one day seen her in other nice clothes or looked at her tits and body in a swimming costume as I often now picture her when thinking of her. She got on with me, the people I introduced her to and the people that she knew. We were creating a good friendship at the time she left. It's likely I would have had to keep my attraction to her secret but I do wonder how are friendship would have progressed had she not had to leave.

In my thoughts I see her swimming and walking in the pool. I'm watching looking at her in her swimming costume which to me is light blue. We chat and dance in the water. I feel her arms, her hands, her smooth skin. I think of her standing in my bathroom with the door locked and knowing she's alone takes off her jumper, unbuttons her shirt, undoes her bra, uncovers her tits and looks at herself in the mirror. After redressing she comes into my room, I'm sitting on my bed she pulls down my trousers and pants and gives me a blow job.

In reality we probably would just have been friends but it's nice to speculate about the friendship and the fantasies it's created. Being on Xhamster and other experiences in life helps you analyse and know when you find someone beautiful. Even if you just see them for a brief moment which with this girl feels as if I did.