A Neon Lit Street

This part of town, the lights and the women.

We walk down the street, Neon Lights flicker above lighting up the sky and illuminating the puddles that splash beneath our feet. My arm is instinctively wrapped around my girlfriends shoulder as we wander forward, she is drawn in by the sights and occasional sounds. I almost swear Becky gets a kick out of it, seeing the Sissiboi's soliciting men and women out of the street and into the buildings that frame the street.

I never really paid attention to what was going on around me, I felt safe and secure. This was more Becky's interest, seeing the other side of life as she put it. Occasionally my eyes would wander, whose wouldn't. An enhanced set of tits, a slight bulge beneath taut rubber but nothing tore my attention from Becky's warm body as she pressed herself against me.

Then from the corner of my eye I briefly saw her, entering the neon pink lit hotel as she slid in from beneath the awning. I saw her voluptuous femme frame, ripe bubble butt, and perfect tits as she came to a halt. She looked back gazing at me with a knowing smile on her engorged plum painted lips, her eyes shone with a golden light. I took in her beautiful face, the waves of auburn wrapped up in a tantalising pony tail.

My eyes lingered a few moments more on the plum collar around her neck held by a bright golden ring that matched the hooped rings in either ear. Her lips curled into a knowing grin as I watched her slip into the hotel, I thought that brief encounter would fade from my mind as I walked home beside Becky. Following the casual walk home, Becky and I slid into bed together before I crashed hard.

As darkness took hold my conscious mind forgot about the brief encounter, whilst my subconscious mind took hold and began to obsess.