I had been watching her shop in the supermarket for about the last 15 minutes. She wasn't very tall; I would guess about five foot 2 inches in her shoes. She had the curves I absolutely loved. She was not a stick like the models and actresses you see that are called beautiful. This woman was more like the friend that most popular women have around them to make them look even better. Frankly I prefer those types of women. They are friendlier and more fun to be around. Also most of the time they have no clue that men find them attractive and thus have no "attitude" towards the men in their life.
She came around the isle that I was in, the one with the crackers, cookies and the like. She passed me and wow her perfume was almost delicious. How am I going to meet this woman? When I meet her how am I going to convince her to go out with me? Always the toughest of problems when dealing with the opposite sex, especially when you are extremely attracted to them.
I followed her around the next isle watching her push her cart and her beautiful rear end twitch back and forth in her tight fitting jeans. All right I admit it I was flat out turned on.
She stopped and picked a package of cake mix off the shelf and then suddenly dropped it. While she bent down to pick up the package I was enjoying the view. Suddenly I realized that she was bent down too long and realized she was looking at me from her bent position. As she stood I knew I was busted. I really didn't mind that I was caught, after all this woman turns me on. However, even though you don't mind being caught it can be embarrassing, especially if you get the go die look from the object of your attraction. Lucky for me I was not getting that look.
She smiled at me. It was a pretty sweat smile for that matter. "Hello there." She said smiling even more. "Don't you hate when that happens?"
I laughed and said, "what dropping a box mix?"
"No," she said, "I mean when you get caught looking at a woman's rear when she is bent over."
Well let's just say I could feel the flush go over my face, neck and arms completely. She probably could warm her hands on my face. I opened my mouth but damn it if nothing came out. My sharp-witted tongue and nothing came out. Let's say that I have a sharp-witted tongue when I'm not embarrassed.
She smiled and reached her hand up and patted my face. "Don't be embarrassed. That was one of the kindest things a man has done to me for quite a while."
"What is that" I stammered with my eyebrows furrowing.
"Thinking of me as a sex object. Most men don't think of me that way. In fact most men look at me and don't really even look at me. It's almost the same as when you are in the city and see a person begging passers by. For the most part the people walking by the beggar don't see the person but rather as someone to throw a few coins to make go away."
"I....I....," started up again. Then I took a deep breath and started over. "My name is Kevin, and yes I do find you attractive." I then stuck my hand out for her to shake.
She got a big smile on her face and said "My name is Missy," she then took my hand. "I'm very pleased to meet you moving a bit closer."
Missy's perfume was getting my attention. She smells absolutely delicious. It was time to take a risk, "would you like to go out sometime"?
Missy was quiet and I suddenly realized that I had not released her had and I wasn't sure that I wanted to release it.
She got that big grin on her face again and said "sure I'd enjoy going out with you. How does tonight sound"?
Before I could respond she started talking again. "How about if I cook you a home cooked meal tonight. You could come over to my house and I can cook while we talk. It think this would be fun, what do you think"?
"Not only would this be fun but I'm already looking forward to this."
"Why don't you walk with me and pick out what we want for dinner tonight. Do you like Steak or......"
That night I pulled up to the address that Missy had given me. It was an ok neighborhood. Not great but not a bad one either. She had one of those homes that were built after World War II. Lots of family's were raised in these homes. They aren't real big but there's plenty of room to live. Missy had told me she was a teacher for a Catholic grade school in the area and while she didn't make large amounts of money she was able to afford a nice enough lifestyle.
I got out of the car and floated to the front door. Ok you can tell I'm excited about getting to be around Missy again. When you meet a good lady though it's something exciting. The last lady I was this thrilled with I dated for quite a while.
I knocked on her front door, she had told me to knock because her doorbell wasn't working. She opened it up and wow she was wearing a flowery dress, the kind that you see in the summer, I think they call them sundresses. She looked fine. Her dress came up to just above her knees.
She opened the screen door and I came in then she shut the front door. I turned around and told her "My you look might sweat tonight. I swear good enough to eat." I was a little afraid I had gone too far too fast.
Missy looked at me and smiled and came close giving a big hug. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the check. She then whispered, "we'll see, we'll see."
She let me go and then took my hand walking towards the kitchen. "Come one in and let's start getting supper ready. I don't know about you but I'm hungry."
"Sounds like a winner to me." I told her. "What do you want me to do"?
She laughed and said "You just sit there and enjoy. I'm going to fix the dinner and you're going to do the eating. What would you like to drink? I've got the wine we purchased while at the grocery, or would you like to start off with a soft drink"?
"Well I better start with a pop. If I start with wine this early you'll be rocking me off to dreamland before we even eat." It's a shame I'm such a lightweight drinker. A couple of beers and I'm curling up snoozing.
