Standing at a department store music counter waiting to be served is not exactly high on my list as possible pick up points, but it happened. The sales girl was a bit dithery and I was getting a little aggravated at her incompetence. While she was out the back searching for the CD’s I wanted to purchase a lady arrived at the counter to do likewise. I glanced her way and she at me, we smiled at each other and then turned our respective attentions back to the sales attendants. The girl trying to help me realised that she had forgotten one of the disks and promptly disappeared again.
“I don’t believe this!” I whispered to myself semi audibly.
“I know exactly what you mean.” the woman beside me responded. “Once upon a time, this stores reputation for quality service would see that lass dismissed or removed from the counter.”
We were interrupted by the return of both sales people. I handed my store credit card over and waited for the paper work to be generated. This allowed me a brief moment to have a closer look at the charming lady beside me. She was busy giving her name and phone number to the guy who was serving her because the disk she was after was on backorder. I quickly noted her name: Cathy Waugh. The thought briefly crossed my mind, “Is she related to the cricketing family?” I studied her form closely admiring her overall well groomed presence, despite her casual dress, and making a guess that she was probably in her later forties, early fifties. She was wearing a pair designer jeans that hugged her curvy hips without appearing to be overly tight. The snug fitting yellow boat necked top that she wore hugged the curves of her prominent 36D breasts perfectly. The swell of her breasts was very sexy to the eye and the feminine plunge of her neckline gave a hint of her well-tanned chest and cleavage. I could also see the outline of her thick nipples clearly through the fabric. The flattened appearance of the abs on her tummy rippled each time she moved. Her hair was a light smoky blonde and in my estimation she looked somewhat like a mature aged Lady Diana, really sexy and a well-proportioned body. Her legs seemed well toned and tanned feet extending out from the bottom of those killer jeans were nothing less than a work of art. The blood red polish on the nails of those sexy sandaled feet matched the polish on her long fingernails.
“It is so pleasing to see the price of CD’s has dropped.” I heard her say to the sales assistant. He responded in the affirmative and then pointed out the 10% discount offer they had for buying 2 or more CD’s.
“I guess I should get both of them then.” She added, smiling. Her teeth were pearl white and perfectly straight. “So that means I will get 10% off the one on order if I buy another as well?” she asked.
“Definitely.” Exclaimed the guy.
“It is a very good offer.” I added. “I was able to get a discounted price on nearly all the CD’s I got for my children for Christmas.”
“That is a good way to buy.” She said flashing a warm smile at me. I had finished my shopping at that counter but delayed slightly my departure, hoping to coincide with Cathy’s. I had no preconceived idea of what I hoped to happen but just the opportunity to gaze upon her lovely physique a little long was worth it. She noticed my hesitation and fixed her deep blue eyes to mine.
“It was nice to chat.” She said reaching for the bag of CD’s. “I must be going, more birthday shopping to do I am afraid.”
“Um… I, well, um…. Would you like to join me for a coffee before you tackle the hordes?”
“I do not know you, however, I am feeling somewhat parched. Why not.” She replied much to my relief.
We went off into a remote corner of the mall and chatted over coffee and cake for over an hour. The immediate rapport we discovered between us was quite astounding and the talk crossed many wide and varied topics. Finally we both realised time was quickly getting by. I gave her my business card and she jotted her name and number on a napkin. I gave her a kiss each on each cheek, continental style, and we went our separate ways.
About an hour later my mobile rang. It was Cathy. She had left her parcel of CD’s at the café and asked if I could retrieve them for her as she had gone to another mall. I told her I would be delighted and would call her back to let her know how I faired. As soon as I had them in my possession I called her.
“Hi Cathy, its Ray speaking.”
“Oh, hi Ray. How are you? Oh, did you have any luck?” she sounded anxious.
“I am extremely well and yes, all present and accounted for.” I said in a light cheerful voice.
“Phew, that is a relief.” She sounded genuinely relieved. “I need them before the weekend as they are part of a birthday present. Could I come around to your place later and pick them up?”
“Cathy, how about I come to you? I have some things to do over that way tomorrow and it would not be any trouble what so ever for me to drop past in the morning?”
“Would you? Could you, I mean? That would be splendid. Oh, you are such a darling for that. I do not know how to thank you.” She sounded so happy I had to smile to myself.
“Cathy, it is fine. I will be there about 10am if that suits you?”
“Wonderful. Oh thank you. I will see you tomorrow.” I rang off with a million thoughts racing though my mind. I could think of a number of ways she could say thank you but I decided to push them all aside. She was a married, middle-aged woman who probably did not have a wayward bone in her body. Although, after my recent experiences with Michelle, my wicked lover next door, I would certainly answer if opportunity knocked.
