Page 5 of Pelvic Flaws

“Stupid damn bag,” she moaned, crawling towards me. “Shit.”

Her hand reached under my chair, but whatever she was trying to pick up was evidently out of her reach.

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“No problem. Here let me help.”

As she looked up at me, her mouth gaped open and her eyes went wide.

“Bloody hell,” she gasped.

I couldn’t help the smile that lifted the corner of my lips. She was real pretty, with blue eyes so light they were almost grey. She had dark blonde hair piled on top of her head, plus an amazing cleavage that was trying hard to bust out of the top of her shirt.

“I’m sorry.” She flung a hand to her chest, covering up the spectacular view. “I didn’t mean…you’re just…wow.”

I burst out laughing as she gazed up at me. I wasn’t a bad looking guy and had done some modeling in my younger days, mostly for tattoo magazines and a couple of men’s health type journals, but these days my stubble and hair were silver and the cheekbones weren’t quite so pronounced.

“Well thanks for the compliment,” I said, holding out my hand. “Appreciate it, I’m Dex. Dex Michaels.”

Lifting her hand from the floor, the hot mess of a woman wiped it on her jeans, and then offered it to me. “Katie Grainger.”

“Well Katie, how about you get up off that not so clean floor and I’ll get whatever it is that’s gone under my chair.”

“Nooo,” she replied, shaking her head. “You really don’t want to get those lovely jeans dirty. Mine are ready for the wash anyway. If you could just open your legs, I could get under there and reach it.”

Katie ducked her head and peered under my chair, but as I opened my legs as requested, her head bobbed back up.

“Bloody hell,” she muttered, but not so quietly I couldn’t hear.

I glanced down and noticed she was in direct eye line with my crotch. Now any man will tell you, when you’re sitting down and you’re wearing slim fit jeans, your bulge definitely looks, well… bulgier. Not that I’m not a proud man, I am, but I figured what I was packing had been a little bit enhanced for Katie’s eyes to be bogging out so far.

“So, you manage to reach it?” I asked, trying to take the emphasis away from my dick.

Katie colored up and closed her eyes. “No,” she ground out, sounding pained.

“Let me move my chair, it might help.”

As she silently nodded, still with her eyes closed, I tried hard not to laugh. Problem was, when I moved the chair and peered closely at what she was trying to reach, I couldn’t help it. My laugh was loud and fucking hearty, deep from the pit of my gut.

Lying next to a discarded coke bottle was a pink tube emblazoned with ‘Vagisoothe, the perfect cream for Vagina relief’.

“Oh shit.” Katie must have opened her eyes and seen me looking. “Can I be any more humiliated?”

Stemming my laughter, I coughed and reached for the tube and handed it to her.

“Did you lose anything else?” I asked, as she shoved it into her bag.

“Apart from my dignity, no,” she said in a quiet voice. “I think that’s everything. Thank you for your help.”

“No problem.” I smiled, shifted my chair back into place, and sat down.

As I did, the guy behind the counter shouted. “Dex, did you have dough balls?”

“Bloody hell,” Katie said under her breath. “And I thought a dry fanny was bad.”

Katie

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. If heaven smelled of garlic and chips, then I definitely was there. Dex, the man sitting on the plastic chair with my head between his legs, was absolutely gorgeous.

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