I seriously hope I didn’t just kill this thread.
Don’t worry, dear, I’ll save you
::runs in wearing cape and not much else::
Hey, where’d everybody go?
[sub]fox, where are you watching the game this Sunday?[/sub]
Oh! I hope I’m not too late…it was such a long night of paramedicing and firefighting that I didn’t get here until now…
Woo! Man in Uniform!
kinoons, how YOU doin? 
Where? In my living room probably, unless you were implying some other meaning that went totally over my head.
Who do we play tomorrow again? The Vikes? Oh I hope we kick butt…
Sorry, back to the flirting.
I’ll be wearing my Sapp jersey, and nothing else…
Nothing’s more sexy than a girl wearing the jersey of a 280 pound defensive tackle…grrrowwwlll…
I went to one customer’s home in Manhattan Beach. Arlene Scilla, age 40, was in the yard with her two sons, ages 18 and 20, and another boy who was a friend. It was a warm summer day, and Arlene was wearing only a sheer nightie, panties, and slippers; her full breasts showed right through the nightie. All of these people were standing in the front yard, near the street–no fence, hedge, wall, or anything else to shield them from onlookers on the street.
I waited patiently for her to tell me what work she wanted me to do that day. The sons and the friend went inside the house; Arlene and I went into the back yard, where nobody else could see us.
We got to a large patch of weeds she wanted me to clear out; she showed me the tools nearby. Just as she was about to turn and go into the house, I lifted her nightie up in the front, to get a good look at her boobs.
She acted shocked. “How dare you!” she screamed.
I let go of the nightie. “How dare I?” I said smugly. “I saw you standing out on the street exhibiting yourself to your boys and that other kid. And I might add, How do you look inside the house?”
Arlene agreed I had a point. “That’s well taken,” she said, as she doffed the nightie, panties, and slippers and edged very close to me…
No, dougie! Not flirting with other people, flirting with Dopers! {fwap}
All right, Ginger…any female Dopers want to do what this customer did?
Incidentially, the story I posted is true (!) except for her name and what happened in the back yard. I’ve had some women customers who turned my head (including a woman from Lebanon who was, and presumably still is, very intelligent and very sexy), but I’ve never dared to touch the clothing or person of any of them.
And at my age I really wish I had tried it once or twice…
Now that you’ve said hello, perfect. 
How are you doin?
DE walks in late, decked out pointlessly in leather pants and sleeveless shirt. He glances around, sees no available women left, and sits alone at the bar, cursing himself for not picking a more erotic user name…
…then realizes even Crunchy Frog is getting some. So much for blaming the user name…
S’cuse me, all the blood rushed away from my brain for a moment there. Now this is my ultimate fantasy, foxy in her jersey with nothing underneath.
Care for a friendly game of two-hand touch?
Two touch? No rules? Aaaaalrighty then. I’m game.
I’m watching the game right now in fact, I hope TB can pull it together sometime soon. I have to wear this jersey tomorrow too and I would hate for them to lose.
Anyways. I’ve still yet to hear any suggestions on my lap dancing technique from you, Shibb.
Waaahhhh!!! :sniff:
I know. I went from upset at the TD by Culpepper, to hopeful at the challenge, then distressed again when it came back tht the ruling on the field stands, then hopeful again when TB had the ball, and finally the interception put a damper on my day so I left and rode all day.
Is it starting to occur to you, Shibb, that we turn every thread into one about football?
Get back in here.
After a long day at the range, punching holes in paper at insane distances, (we’re both gun nuts) 1kBR kid invites Babe back to his place for dinner. Together, we’ll make Pasta Alfredo. No Alfredo sauce in a tub either, we make everything from scratch. For dessert; strawberries with whipped cream and Champagne…oops, a little bit of whipped cream got on Babe’s neck…
runs her hands up 1kBRkids chest…sweetie I think I got a little whipped cream on you too, mind if I lick it off??
[eyes rolling back involuntarily] softly kisses Babe’s neck and chest, then slowly untucks her shirt, unbuttons and unzops her jeans, then gets down on his knees to kiss her tummy and caress her bottom and thighs.
<sigh>
fingers running through 1kBR Kid’s hair… damnnnnnnnn
Ack! Take it to private email, pleeeeease!
dougie_monty, working in an office, steps outside his booth and suddenly collides with a woman–an unidentified female Doper.
“I’m sorry!” they say at the same time.
She is quite shapely, and it’s obvious, despite the tailored, well-fitting outfit she wears. He looks her in the eye–and blushes deeply.
They identify themselves to each other. After lunch, she shows him a set of keys she has to rooms in the building inaccessible to most people. Before they go into one of them, she calls the alarm company, touches buttons on a keypad near the door, and unlocks the door, and they go in. There are mats on the floor and a lot of furniture of a kind not often seen in an office building.
The two of them embrace and cuddle for a while. It’s quite some time before the topic of sex even comes up.