Twin Peaks
Like a lot of people, I never cared about politics when I was younger. After watching a press conference a few days ago with a fairly attractive spokeswoman, I got to thinking about how a hormone-driven 14-year-old boy might have covered the event. Could it have gone something like this?
Washington, DC, 2/14/02—Two enormous, luscious, and perfectly-mounded breasts were hungrily ogled today by a crowd of excited spectators. The breasts, apparently belonging to some woman or other, were adorned in a blue double-breasted business suit that coyly offered just enough cleavage to make observers lust to see more. Many in the crowd used cameras and sketch pads to visually capture the image of the lovely bosom for future ogling.
The breasts remained playfully still to begin the show, seductively peeking out from behind a podium while the woman moved her mouth behind some kind of phallic object resembling a black foam dildo. The breasts teased the crowd like that for some time, simply resting while the woman moved her mouth and occasionally gestured with her hands.
The spectators grew anxious for the two stars of the show to break forth in all their majesty, but the breasts made them wait, simply pushing against the fabric concealing them so that onlookers could fantasize about the succulent nipples and areolas that lay just underneath.
At the zenith of the onlookers’ frenzied anticipation, the breasts finally started strutting their stuff. Someone from the crowd shouted out a question or something.
The woman appeared to laugh, as her cheeks flushed deeply and her highly desirable melons bobbed tantalizingly up and down on her chest like waves gently –but oh so firmly– lapping the shore.
After that, the woman started taking all requests. Upon one shout from the audience, she stuck her lips out in a pout, lowered her chin, and thrust her breasts out in a way that made the audience ooze with sexual tension. She posed like that for several moments as she began to playfully move her mouth behind the dildo again. After another shout from the crowd, her eyes grew fiery and she pointed sternly while swaying her breasts clockwise in short, tight jiggles. Several gasps and inhalations were heard, so powerful was that subtle, yet lascivious movement.
Overall, the woman created a titillating, interactive experience that few performers are able to establish in today’s world of impersonal, large-scale, corporate-sponsored displays. But this woman, even standing in front of the House of Congress of all places, managed to transcend her surroundings and transport that small group of spectators to their own private nightclub where she would do everyone’s favorite lap dances and laugh at everyone’s jokes.
She’ll be performing tomorrow at an area club called the White House, made famous by local swinger Bill Clinton.
Washington, DC, 2/14/02—Two enormous, luscious, and perfectly-mounded breasts were hungrily ogled today by a crowd of excited spectators. The breasts, apparently belonging to some woman or other, were adorned in a blue double-breasted business suit that coyly offered just enough cleavage to make observers lust to see more. Many in the crowd used cameras and sketch pads to visually capture the image of the lovely bosom for future ogling.
The breasts remained playfully still to begin the show, seductively peeking out from behind a podium while the woman moved her mouth behind some kind of phallic object resembling a black foam dildo. The breasts teased the crowd like that for some time, simply resting while the woman moved her mouth and occasionally gestured with her hands.
The spectators grew anxious for the two stars of the show to break forth in all their majesty, but the breasts made them wait, simply pushing against the fabric concealing them so that onlookers could fantasize about the succulent nipples and areolas that lay just underneath.
At the zenith of the onlookers’ frenzied anticipation, the breasts finally started strutting their stuff. Someone from the crowd shouted out a question or something.
The woman appeared to laugh, as her cheeks flushed deeply and her highly desirable melons bobbed tantalizingly up and down on her chest like waves gently –but oh so firmly– lapping the shore.
After that, the woman started taking all requests. Upon one shout from the audience, she stuck her lips out in a pout, lowered her chin, and thrust her breasts out in a way that made the audience ooze with sexual tension. She posed like that for several moments as she began to playfully move her mouth behind the dildo again. After another shout from the crowd, her eyes grew fiery and she pointed sternly while swaying her breasts clockwise in short, tight jiggles. Several gasps and inhalations were heard, so powerful was that subtle, yet lascivious movement.
Overall, the woman created a titillating, interactive experience that few performers are able to establish in today’s world of impersonal, large-scale, corporate-sponsored displays. But this woman, even standing in front of the House of Congress of all places, managed to transcend her surroundings and transport that small group of spectators to their own private nightclub where she would do everyone’s favorite lap dances and laugh at everyone’s jokes.
She’ll be performing tomorrow at an area club called the White House, made famous by local swinger Bill Clinton.
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6/28/2006 09:53:00 AM
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