Hunter woman

I got myself a drink and went outside for a smoke. It was crowdy outside. While I light a cigarette, I saw a female hand waving in a front of my nose. It was Christine*, she stood there with a girlfriend. Her girlfriend was new to me.

Christine: Hiiiiiiii Alex.
Me: Hello there.
Christine: How are you?
Me: Doing fine. How about you?
Christine: I’m fine too.

She then turned her head to her friend and whispered (hardly enough I could hear it) “He’s gay!”

Her gesture brought a smile on my face at once. Once more I was astonished as I find it amazing how women are much better in being able to shake off anyone whom they consider to be a competitor – even it’s their best friend. Which makes me wonder: why do we men rather fight in stead of using our mind this way.. just like women do?

The same as this Saturday night woman, Christine too brought my memories back.

It was hot summer night, one and half year ago when I spoke to her for the first time. I knew she was married but we haven’t speak to each other until that certain night. I played a pool with some dude, when she spotted me. She was sitting at the bar that moment, then she came closer, and closer… and closer. Within a minute she was standing next to me. It was my opponent’s turn, I watched his play.

So, her timing was perfect.

I turned my head and looked at her. As I suspected from a distance, she had:

• Beautifully formed blue eyes –- check!
• Great, nicely shaped full lips –- check!
• Soft, long blond hair –- check!
• Symmetric face shape with a beautiful (taken care of) smooth skin –- check!
• Then my eyes fell on her full (not too large) young breasts –- check!
• Almost perfect ass –- check!
• All the way down to the bottom.. I kept staring at her shoes — that’s where I stopped checking.

Her: WHAT?
Me: Hmmm.. nothing.
Her: You’re staring at my feet.
Me: No, I’m not. I’m staring at your shoes.
Her: Is there something you want to tell me about my shoes?
Me: If you insist.. you’ve got wrong shoes color.
Her: And why is that?
Me: They do not match the rest of your outfit.
Her: Damn, what a jerk!

She left and wouldn’t approach me again another several weeks.

The second time she approached me again, was again an evening she was going out without her husband. It was still the summer, another hot evening, me again at the pool table. Christine was having fun with another girlfriend of hers. They both came closer to a pool table. Then Christine jumped and sat on a pool table, she took the ball (I needed to hit) in her hand and laughed at me. I went to a bar to get another drink and stayed there enjoying my drink and a cigarette.

After that, Christine wouldn’t approach me again for a couple of months. Until an evening I stood at the bar, waiting to order a drink. She was standing next to me, drinking a white bear.

Her: So, you’re just patiently waiting for your turn. (* smile*)
Me: No, waiting is pointless. I rather just stand here, she will come to me anyway. (* smile *)

The girl behind the bar came indeed. She gave me my drink and then I left outside for a smoke, leaving Christine behind.

During our last (short :) conversation, a couple of weeks ago, Christine was too drunk to sit (she fell off her chair while we tried to have a decent talk), let alone to speak. Which makes me wonder: did she feel ashamed for it - and was that the reason she wanted to discredit me in a front of her girlfriend last night? Or did she just want to eliminate her girlfriend as a competitor, so her girlfriend doesn’t get interested in me? Or…??

It’s tricky one. Even I feel she has an eye on me for a while now. She’s a hunter woman.

A hunter

Somehow it just turns me on, each time I encounter a predator woman like Christine. These women know what they want and they go for their kill. They don’t wait to be approached, but make action themselves in stead… which makes them my favorite type of women.

Could it be that Christine’s marriage is boring to death and she’s just looking for some entertainment? Or is she really having an eye on me?
Is she trying to get laid?

Is she really a hunter?
Or is she just a cat playing with my ropes for fun only?

Perhaps I should screw one of her best friends some day in stead …so it all was not for nothing?!

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* Christine is a fictive name. Her character is not.

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Photoshoot with Henk and Naomi

The photoshoot I had with photographer Henk Roeters and model Naomi, featuring a rock star with a guitar and a hunter glamor girl. We had this shoot on february 28, in Studio Leiden.

Credits:
Photographer: Henk Roeters (www.roetersphotography.nl)
Model: Naomi (http://naomi00.hyves.nl)

A rock star & glamour girl

As a rock star, model Naomi with guitar.

Naomi close-up, portrait.

Model Naomi as a hunter, glamour girl… (also did her hairstyling here). The side of her cheeks got some extra Max factor natural minerals foundation powder on this pic, to make her look a bit more glammy. :)