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Caminaba delante mío y como iba en mi misma dirección ajusté el paso para que también coincidieran nuestras velocidades. Llevaba un vestido veraniego, suelto y abierto en la espalda. Al caminar el vestido tendía a despegarse de sus pechos. No llevaba sostén y desde mi posición podía apreciar sus senos, perfectos en su redondez. Me sentí profundamente incitado a tocarlos.

Quiso la fortuna que su destino fuera la estación de subte, mismo lugar al que me dirigía yo. Bajé tras ella las escaleras y haciéndome el desentendido subí al mismo vagón. Ella se sentó, yo quedé de pie a una distancia que me permitía ver su provocativa belleza. Estaba claro que era una mujer que sabía muy bien el efecto que causaba y que adrede lo buscaba. No era por descuido que su vestido resultara de tal suerte provocativo.

Yo la observaba y pensé en dirigirme a ella para decirle que tenía una propuesta interesante para hacerle. Me imaginé invitándola a tomar un café, o un helado, para plantearle allí, con aire de hombre de negocios, un proyecto que podría dejarnos a ambos muy buenos retornos.

Entonces le hablaría de Steemit y de Dporn. Sin entrar en detalles aburridos le mencionaría la idea detrás de la blockchain y sus bondades. Le explicaría por qué podríamos juntos hacer publicaciones que tendrían una aceptación casi inmediata y un apoyo que en poco tiempo podríamos permitirnos vivir exclusivamente de ellas. Y que, además, con una determinada estrategia de reinversión de ingresos podríamos pensar en ir acumulando una riqueza que en el plazo de dos años tal vez nos permitiera mucho más que simplemente vivir.

Y entonces ella me daría claras señales de interesarse. Y yo, a través de ciertas preguntas que me dirigiría, podría ver cómo su manifiesto interés hacia el proyecto que le presentaba iba de la mano con un creciente interés por mi persona. Y, entonces, de ese café o heladería nos iríamos a su casa o a la mía y allí la besaría, descubriría por entero el cuerpo que hasta entonces se insinuaba tras su vestido y tocaría por fin triunfal esas dos tetas sublimes.

Todo esto supe imaginar hasta que en una estación ella descendió del vagón y se perdió para siempre.

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She was walking in front of me and as she was going in the same direction as I was going, I adjusted the step so that our speeds also coincided. She was wearing a summer dress, loose and open on her back. As she walked the dress tended to detach from her breasts. She didn't wear a bra and from my position I could appreciate her breasts, perfect in their roundness. I felt deeply incited to touch them.

Fortune wanted their destination to be the subway station, the same place to which I was heading. I went down the stairs behind her and, pretending not to understand, I got into the same car. She sat down, I stood at a distance that allowed me to see her provocative beauty. It was clear that she was a woman who knew very well the effect she was causing and who was deliberately looking for it. It was no accident that her dress was so provocative.

I was watching her and thought I would address her and tell her that I had an interesting proposal to make. I imagined myself inviting her to have a coffee, or an ice cream, to propose to her, with the air of a businessman, a project that could leave both of us with very good returns.

Then I would tell her about Steemit and Dporn. Without going into boring details I would mention the idea behind the blockchain and its goodness. I would explain to her why we could make together publications that would have an almost immediate acceptance and a support that in a short time could allow ourselves to live exclusively from them. And in addition, with a certain strategy of reinvestment of income, we could think of accumulating a wealth that in the space of two years perhaps would allow us much more than simply living.

And then she would give me clear signs of interest. And I, through certain questions that she would direct to me, could see how her manifest interest in the project that I presented to her went hand in hand with a growing interest in me. And then, from that coffe, or ice-cream, parlour we would go to her house, or mine, and there I would kiss her, she would discover the whole body that until then was insinuated behind her dress and I would finally triumphantly touch those two sublime tits.

All this I imagine until in a station she got out of the car and got lost forever.