Sara's sister Liz is itching to talk to you...

Liz looks like she is trying to leave the conversation she is in. She sheepishly points in your direction and almost looks embarrassed for a moment before turning and walking towards you. She looks very similar to her sister, just a bit thicker in bust and hip size. You remember fantasizing about grabbing onto those hips and burying your face in that chest when you used to date Sara. An almost derpy grin crosses your face at the pleasant memory.

A quirky smile crosses Liz's face as she saunters up towards you. You get further lost in thought as you watch her hips sway with every step as she gets closer.

Yes... it would be nice to get your hands on those lovely wide hips. An idle thought about those cutoffs slipping over them and down her thighs. Her gingerly stepping out of them and turning away from you to bend over and present her gorgeous ass in your direction for a...

"Hey! Where did you just go? Were you thinking pervy thoughts?" she smiles as she gently chastises you. There is mirth in her eyes. Her hand lightly touches your arm as she speaks in a lilting manner. "Do I need to file a harassment suit?"

You shake your head and smile back at her. "No... just admiring your choice of outfit. It's so much warmer than your usual choice of clothing."

"Ah... so you weren't just eye fucking me as I walked over here then. You were actually thinking about my clothes?"

You nod as that technically isn't a lie. "I think you look lovely. It's nice to see you let your hair down and relax a bit."

Her other hand reaches up to her hair. It's probably been permed since it's extremely curly. Her fingers thread through one of the larger curls and she plays with it a bit while talking to you. She bites her lover lip at the compliment.

"So... what do you think of my hair like this? Cute right? I thought it'd be a nice change from that flat boring pony tail I used to have."

"Yes, it's nice..." you say aloud. You think to yourself, "it would be lovely to run my fingers through that mane of yours, but less easy to just use as a handle without being rough... maybe you'd like that though..." Back to actually speaking, "I'm sure it will look amazing with your brides maids dress as well..."

She beams at the compliment. "I thought so as well.

Your eyes rove over the rest of her as you continue your idle chatter. Her top looks like it's almost a bit small on her. The pearl closures almost straining to hold the material closed over her gorgeous chest. You imagine another pearly substance covering her face and dripping down her neck to cover those beauties...

"Hey," she says and playfully slaps your chest this time. "Come back to earth and talk to me..." she bites her lip again. "There was something I wanted to talk to you about..."