I have indeed thought of you many a time on passing that windy alcove in the city.

Wondering what your skin feels like, on a cold blustery day, from under your skirt.

I do indeed think of you as much as you think of me.

One day you will feel my firm hand behind you touching you slowly up your thigh you will ache to look behind you but know you cannot.

You will feel the draft as your skirt rides up your leg.

You will feel tense yet somewhat excited.

I will see you – again….

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