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Red Hot Buns Russell Gilmore, Surrey I used to come and to peep over my friendly young couple neighbours’ garden to see the progress of the recently revamped garden or to have a chat with the couple as we know each other very well. They understand my visual condition well which was no problem for me. Anyway, during one cool evening of the summer of 1995, I peeped over to their garden to see how the recently planted plants was getting on. Firstly, I came across to a washing line with red sheets and some kinky underwear (!? - [Nick]) hanging on it and I managed to get through them to the back garden. The young male neighbour patted on my shoulder, guided me up to the garden and we had a nice chat about the garden. When we finished chatting, he guided me down the steps to the patio area where the washing line was. We chatted a bit more and I then turned left and suddenly the red sheet was in my way. I put my hands up, out of reflex action, and touched something lumpy... I groped these lumps, not sure what they were. Oh, my God! I touched the female neighbour\s boobs! She had been standing behind the red sheets listening to our chat. She came round and smiled, “You touched my darling boobs!”. I was so embarrassed! I went home feeling ashamed. |
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