She walked straight toward the fence
The next day, the air was even heavier, as if foreshadowing a storm that wouldn't come. Hania Women mature 55 age, plus size , breast size 90J, wasn't bustling about as usual. She walked straight toward the fence,Dressed in a light, fitted blouse and skirt that accentuated every curve of her body, she stood exactly where her underwear had hung yesterday. Piotrek sat on the steps of his gazebo, pretending to read a book, though his gaze kept drifting toward the neighboring garden. His heart leaped into his throat when he heard the door slam and the rhythmic clatter of flip-flops on the concrete path. "Piotruś?" she called, and her voice, though calm, held a new, sharp edge he hadn't heard before. "Are you there?" The boy flinched, almost dropping his book. He walked to the fence, feeling sweat break out on his forehead. "Yes, Miss Hania... Is something wrong?" "—he choked out, trying not to look into her eyes, afraid she'd read everything in them. Hania leaned against the fence, leaning in so close that he could smell her perfume mixed with her heated skin. The neckline of her dress tightened dangerously, and despite his paralyzing fear, he couldn't look away. "You know... a strange thing happened yesterday," she began, slowly running her finger along the edge of the board, right where he had touched her clothes earlier. "I think someone was looking into my garden. Someone moved my things while I was in the shower. Did you perhaps see some... stranger?" She looked at him searchingly. Her gaze traveled over his young face, over his hands clenched on the fence. She enjoyed his confusion. She saw him blush, his eyes roaming over her arms and breasts, unable to maintain eye contact. "A stranger?" No... I didn't see anyone," he lied, his voice trembling an octave higher. "I was inside, studying. Maybe it was the wind?
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