Amazonian is a Disservice

Your first thought is one of utter appreciation; the woman before you is certainly confident. Her dark skinned form towers over you arms crossed. You immediately find your eyes level with her cleavage. Her perfect breasts are pressed slightly together by well-muscled arms. She reflexively tightens and you quickly find yourself looking down, only to be stunned by her wonderfully shaped thighs. Finding little respite you lift your gaze to once again stare in awe; this time at her wondrously sculpted face. A short crop of raven black hair perfectly frames her brilliant golden eyes and firm lips. her aggressive stance shows little weakness or indecision.

You've struggled unsuccessfully to hide your staring as a torrent of fantasies floods your mind. She has certainly noticed your inspecting gaze.