These will be fantasies, not experiences - but if fate wishes to take inspiration from them I won't complain haha

Opening the gate at the top of my garden, I step through it into the residents only access path which runs along the length of terraces, closing the gate behind me. It's a warm evening, getting dim, but still not dark by anyones imagination. I'm heading to the shop for some cigarettes, but spark up my last one as I begin my journey - taking in the first drag and exhaling it with satisfaction.

I glance up and about 4 gardens away, down the narrow and claustrophic path, I can see a girl. I can't see much, just that she's leant agains the fence of one of the gardens playing with her phone. I keep walking, very conscious of my footsteps knowing it could well freak her out if she sees me approaching all of a sudden - with nowhere much to turn. I'm not someone to hurt anybody, but of course she's not to know that. I scuff my foot intentionally, and she looks up momentarily, and then back to her phone.

As I get closer I see can see more. She's about 4'11", brunette, and slim. She's wearing leopard print leggings, with Ugg boots, a white vest top, and summer cardigan sloppily draped over her shoulders. I'm getting closer, and not sure whether to say hello or not even make eye contact. She looks up just as I take another drag of my cigarrette and continues her glance for four more of my steps.

I reach her, and she's still looking at me - the eye contact dilemma solved. I can see her properly now. Gorgeous, pouty lips, a slightly grumpy expression, eyebrows drawn on thickly, and her boobs much bigger than I had expected from such a small frame - her pushup bra making two large mounds visible above her vest top.

"You alright?" I ask

"Yeah, why?"

"Just..." I reply, a bit short of a response, and still hypnotised by her tits.

"okaay....erm, have you got any fags?"

"I'm on my to get some now actually, this is my last one" I hold it out, to offer her a toke on it. She accepts, as I watch her take it from me and enjoy it. 

"Fucking bitch at the shop wouldn't serve me." She says after a moments calm.

"Oh"

"She's served me before, I dunno what her fucking problem is..." she continues looking at the floor with a glare.

A slight awkward moment ensues where I don't know whether to agree with her, or keep quiet and let her get her frustration out. I decide to compromise.

"I can get you some if you want, I'm going around there after all," I chirp up, "what do you like?"

"20 Lambert and Bulter, but I've spent that money now anywyay" She says looking back at me exhaling her smoke.

"Well...don't worry about that - no big deal".

She laughs abruptly, and chucks the now finished cigarrette to the floor, standing on it as she breathes out the last breath.

"and what do you want in returm?" She looks back at me, with raised eyebrows and a look of expectation.

"Erm...well, nothing really. I was just gonna..."

"How old are you?" She asks

"I'm 30, you?"

"Doesn't matter how old I am...I'll make it easy for you mate..." She says as she reaches forward, grabbing my hand and placing it on her left tit. My hand now spread, encompassing her breast through her vest top, my heart beating fast. "...come back here with some fags, and I'll do something for you, yeah?"

A little overcome, I nod, and inadvertantly bite my lip as she smiles back - not in a friendly way - purely slutty - her eyes filled with duty, while my cock presses hard against my boxers. I walk off slowly, look back and she's still there and not a figment of my imagintation... I'm not going to waste time at the shop...

I will write more tomorrow :) Hope you like it so far :)