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The War Against Hot Mature Woman

• Publicado por Christie Makin 24 de janeiro de 2015 - Arquivado em Arte & Cultura - #mature women  #allover30  #mature wife pics  - 26 visualizações
  STORIES TOLD FROM GATE NUMBER EIGHT Part One, of Many More Tales to Come, by Nick Faraway ……………………………………………………………………………………………….. ……………………………………………………………………………………………….. 1. Maggies Monday Morning Blues Maggie let out an audibly resigned breath of air, pinching her lips together as she did so… Then, she bent down beside the cardboard box in-front of her, balanced precariously on her high-heels and being extremely careful not to let the brim sexy old ladies of her skirt catch on her ass, the way it sometimes did when she wasnt being careful. Just this moment, Maggie didnt feel like giving every man, woman and child waiting at Gate 8 of the Melbourne International Airport the chance to see her exposed panties at 4 a.m. on a Monday morning. Then again, Maggie thought, a little bitterly, at my age, I shouldnt complain if anybody wants to take a peek at *my ass*. She sliced the packing-tape with a box-cutter, then pulled the cardboard flaps back, revealing a two-by-two grid made out of shiny Hustler magazines. This was, by far, the least pleasant part of her job. Maggie loathed having to stack the Playboys and the Hustlers and the Penthouses onto the shelves. It wasnt that she hated pornography itself in any way. Or that she thought it was irresponsible to sell these magazines at the same magazine-stand as Spongebob comics and miniature LEGO planes (though, it was indeed odd to her). No… Maggie couldnt bare physically holding onto them. And more importantly, being seen holding onto one of them. All around her, she would sense the passer-bys stop dead in their tracks and gawk at her, because she was a 47 year old woman holding onto a bloody **** magazine! Maggie let out another sigh. Followed by a deep breath. Youre being silly, she told herself. Just silly, thats all. Was this anxiety irrational? Yes, she knew that it was. Absurdly it was. But in reality, no one really cared, of course. But, could she help but feel it? Not in the slightest… 2. Uniforms vs. Costumes Maggie reached into the cardboard box and grabbed a stack of Hustlers in each hand, then stood to place them on the top-shelf, where young boys would be able to see them, but not reach them, she thought. Then, as Maggie bent back down to grab more magazines, she noticed a group of flight-attendants walking toward Gate 8, getting ready to board a plane; four of them, all women, all over thirty. They look like a fantasy out of one of these magazines, Maggie thought, bitter again. Even the normally ugly fluorescent lights in the air-port seemed unnaturally flattering on their faces. God, I hate them… She was made to wear a very similar blue skirt to the one they wore as part of their uniform, only they were able to wear theirs with a sense of purpose, or desirability. I mean, allover30 free Maggies self-conscience thoughts continued on relentlessly, they make sexy flight attendant costumes for Halloween, but no one would ever make a sexy magazine sales-woman costume. Thats why every man over twelve in this room is staring at them right now, oogling their legs, unconsciencly holding their breath until they have mature women pics walked past.. But not me… She grabbed two more handfuls of magazines, then stood and placed them on the shelf. Maggie was glad, at least, that there was only half a shelf to go… The irony is, Maggie thought, a little disappointed in herself, I worked at a sex-store before I was even legal age… What happened to that girl? Maggie sighed again, nude old ladies unable to answer her own question. 3. The Actual Irony Henry picked up a Snickers bar from next to the counter and pretended to be engrossed in reading the nutritional contents, while actually staring at the woman bent over the magazine-rack. She looked much older than him. Maybe by nearly thirty years, he thought. But Henry couldnt stop watching the way her blue skirt fell against her long, pale legs when she stood; the way her ass stuck out a little when she reached into the box of magazines. Hed been standing there for a minute, maybe more, and only now had the thought to pick up some prop as cover occurred to him, in case the older woman in question happened to glance over her shoulder in his direction. Then, he saw something he hadnt noticed before… Shit, Henry thought, instantly feeling the crotch of his jeans tighten uncomfortably… Oh, Jesus… The sight was beyond words. So Henry reached into his pocket for his phone and took a picture instead… ……………………………………………………………………………………………….. ……………………………………………………………………………………………….. Authors Note: Coming Soon, in a Separate Post! Part One: Youre Reading It! Part Two: http://ift.tt/1BCA1mB Part Three: Coming Soon! KinkyNick_Canada