I got in the elevator and pushed "G".
I stood against the back wall waiting for the doors to open. Unexpectedly they slowly creaked open on floor 4.
In walks a woman wearing a gray sweater and black leggings that are barely tucked into her heeled boots. Short, ankle high boots. She has a yellow dog, that's nothing but fluff, who refuses to do anything but stand on his hind legs.
She says a few commands to him that he eagerly dismisses.
Choosing instead to jump on my leg.
The elevator reaches the ground floor and I let her leave first.
The dog reluctantly starts out the now open doors and heads to the front of the building. I watch her walk away.
My eyes move from the bottom of her ankles, slowly up her thighs. Round thighs that barely touch at the top. Her leggings are tight, so tight they cup each one of her butt cheeks perfectly. I'm lost in a gaze.
At the top of her leggings a gold zipper darts down two inches from the top band. I wonder if I was to unzip it, would I see the beginning of her butt? I imagine the weight of the zipper in my right hand while my left cups her perfectly perky cheek. Squeezing it, kissing where the zipper exposes skin.
She continues to walk away while I'm still holding onto her skin in my mind.
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