A Blue Million Miles

A sexy stranger pressed her young ass against my legs. She leaned into me. Her weight sweaty and heavy. Sexy. Her arm pushed on my shoulder. She ground her hips into my side. Her thick succulent body pressed against mine
She was laying into the man stood next to me. But she was so gone she was oblivious that there existed a mirror image. To my delight. Our shared pleasure. Removed.
I didn’t move for shit.
What was this woman? Besides drunk, an angel. A tipsy plus angel.
When the real thing hits, I will soar. A preview.
I didn’t say a word to her. And she didn’t know I was alive.
But I was.