"I love, Girl Watching."
I've heard that some women,
claim they don't like to be leered at lustfully, by men!
But the clothes they wear,
make men stare,
and they know it!
Let's face it,
the only guys that don't look,
are either, queer or dead.
And I'm neither.
My wife had just left for work, and I was sitting on my front steps, having a cup of coffee. It was a beautiful early fall morning. The leaves had already started to turn colors. But the air was still warm, and the kids were back in school.
I like checking out, the young Mommy's walking their children to school. There's this one young Mother, in particular from up the street, that really catches my eye. I wasn't out here long, when I heard her kids, yelling, "Mommy, Mommy, hurry up, were going to be late for school." I could hear her, calling back to them, "don't be in, such a rush, slow down, and wait for me." I looked up as the three of them, ran by, the kids yelled and waved at me, "Hi BigC." I barely got a glimpse of her.
This young Mother look's HOT. There's just something about her, that makes me want to fuck her. I never met her, or even saw her up close. But even from a distance, I could see, that she's got a great body. I figured I'd sit here a while longer, and maybe get a better look at her. When she comes back up the street.
As my thoughts returned, I looked up, and saw, that the Mommy, was walking straight up my drive way. I said to myself, aw-shit she caught me, leering at her, with my lust filled eyes. Now she's going to give me a piece of her mind. Even with these concerns going through my head. I kept thinking about what, I'd like to do, with her in bed.
My cock was caught, between the leg of my jockey shorts and jeans. As soon as I saw her, it began to swell and creep down my leg, making a huge bulge in my pants. I kind of leaned back on my elbows, and stretched out my legs with my right leg over my left, in hopes of looking casual, and at the same time hiding my erection, from her.
As she got nearer, I could she was a little older then I though. But she still, looks good enough to eat.
She's a real beauty, with a dark complexion, her hair is shoulder length and almost black, she has big brown bedroom eyes, with freckles on her cheeks, and a small sexy heart shaped mouth.
She was still dressed for summer, in a pink tank top, a pair of black, shorts, with a white strip on the side, held up by an elastic waist band. Her socks were pink, matching her top, with a pair of dainty white keds on her feet. I couldn't help noticing, she wasn't wearing a bra. She looks so sweet.
Just by looking at her. I could tell that, she works hard at keeping in shape. She has nice full breast, with just a slight sag to them. I could see the outline of her nipples, through her top. She has a trim waist, with full hips, that tapers down nicely into long well toned legs.
She laughed and, said. "Hi my name is kitty. I can see you like, my titties. I can tell, because your staring at them."
I blushed!
She laughed and asked me, "Are you really comfortable sitting like that?"
I could feel myself starting to burn a bright red. She caught me!
She went on to say. "My kids love trailer trucks, because you drive them. That makes you, kind of a hero to them. I've wanted to meet you, and get to know you, for some time now. I know your called, BigC."
I told her my name is "Carl, but I've called BigC, for years."
Then she asked, "Do you have another cup of coffee? If you do, and don''t mind, I'd like to have a cup with you. I want to talk to you bluntly, about something personal, and important to me."
I said. "I sure do."Let me get you a cup."
I got up, and went into the house, with her following me uninvited. I gave her a cup of coffee.
I thought to myself, there's no doubt about it, she is blunt.
We stood in the kitchen looking at each other, for a moment. I was curious, about what she wanted to talk about!
Kitty said "BigC, if you don't mind. I have a few, very personal questions.I want to ask you. I want you to promise me, that you'll answer them honestly. If your answers are what, I hope they are. Then I have a favor, I want you to do for me."
I had no idea what was coming, but she sure had my interest. Besides that, she's a real piece of, male eye candy. I cant over state how sexy, I think she is.
She just asked me, "Do you drink, or use drugs?" I answered her.
"No! I don't drink, or use drugs." "I don't smoke either."
She replied "good." Then she asked me. "Do you have sex with a lot of other women, or prostitutes?"
"No!" I said, "I'm really fussy about who, I have sex with, but I really don't think, that's ... any ... of...your ... business!"
She shushed me by putting her finger over her lips, and said, "Please let me finish?"
I let her go on, wondering where this was going.
Than she stated, "you don't have any, STD's?" "No, I don't," I replied.
I think my mouth was starting to hang open. I couldn't believe the things she was asking me, and I had no idea, why she was asking, me them.
She said. "Please let me continue?" "Now I want to explain something's to you, about myself."
I though to myself. Okay I'll let her go on. This is really getting interesting.
She said,"I love my husband, he's a good man, and good Father. He works hard as a salesman, and has a passion for golf. We have a vanilla sex life, and it's pretty good too. We only have sex, a couple of times a month,usual on Saturday nights, but that's only if, everything goes right."
I though to myself. I can understand that, but sad to say it's. "NEVER" the right night or time, for me and my wife.
She said, Now heres what I want to talk to you about. I like the way you look and dress. I think your a sexy man, in your own macho way. You look rough and gentle, at the same time. The way you look at me, undressing me with your eyes, excites me. I fantasize, about how it would be, in bed with you.
