He walked into the bank and couldn't believe how hot she was, standing on the opposite side of the island. He always felt awkward going in, because he was usually the only customer in there, and usually it was the ladies behind the counter that he found attractive. He didn't want it to seem like he was staring at them, but he also didn't want to seem creepy by not making any eye contact. Today, however, was different, because it was another customer who caught his eye.
He couldn't take his eyes off her if he tried. He walked right up to the island, without even hearing the young lady at the register ask if she could help him. He walked up, set his check down, and tried to make it look like he was signing his check. In reality he couldn't stop staring at this sexy woman.
"This pen isn't working," she said. "Can I use that one when you're finished?"
He was so distracted by her that he couldn't even register what she said at all. He paused for a moment, just staring at her, with a blank look on his face.
"Would you mind handing me the pen?" she asked, pointing to the pen in his hand.
He just stood there mesmerized by her. 'What the fuck is happening to me?' he thought to himself. 'It's just a gorgeous woman, you never have a problem talking to them.'
"Why don't you just hand me the pen?" she said, reaching out for it.
Since he still couldn't get his mouth to work for some reason, he just handed her the pen. She took it and signed her check while he studied her closely. She was definitely older than he was, with shoulder length blonde hair. There was something unexplainably sexy about how her hair was layered. Her face was gorgeous, but not in a pretty girl way. She was sexy, more porn star gorgeous than marriage gorgeous. She was wearing a modest blue dress, but yet her cleavage was still eye-catching. He couldn't see her ass or legs, but he was sure they would have been just as amazing as the rest of her.
He was trying to decide if she was the sexiest woman he'd ever actually seen with his own two eyes. There was that brunette at the mall, who was so hot he couldn't look away from her, even though he was walking next to his wife. She was even wearing ridiculous Capri pants, that he definitely would have made fun of if she hadn't been so fucking sexy. There was also the baseball players wife that he met at the baseball game a year ago. She had an amazing ass, but her fake tits were almost too big. He remembered standing behind her, and he could see about an inch of under-boob on each side of her. When she turned around he had a bitch of a time looking her in the eyes while they chatted in line. Although both those women were very sexy indeed, and led to a few masturbatory fantasies, he decided this work of art in front of him was definitely the sexiest.
He knew he'd never have a chance with her for a couple of reasons. One, she was definitely out of his league. She was a perfect 10, while he considered himself an 8 at best. Second, she had a huge diamond wedding ring on her finger. Not only was she taken, but clearly her husband outranked him in life. She finished signing her check, handed the pen back, and wished him a good afternoon. He watched her walk up to the counter knowing he'd be jerking off to her for the next couple of days.
He left the bank and went back to work for a few hours. He did sneak off to the bathroom to jerk off before leaving for the day. When he finished jerking off he got a text from his wife asking him to pick up a couple of items at the store. No big deal at all, he'd just swing by the store next to the bank. He did wonder how crazy it would be to run into her at the store as well, but he knew that was unlikely. He quickly closed up shop hurried out the door, anxious to get home.
He parked in front of the store and went in to look for the few things his wife had asked for. While standing in the cereal aisle, searching for the right kind of Raisin Bran, he heard her voice from just over his right shoulder.
"You know, my last stalker was much better at it than you are," she said. He turned his head to see the gorgeous stranger smiling at him.
"Actually, he couldn't have been anywhere near as good as me," he said. "I make sure to do it right out in the open, so when they go back and look at the security cameras they won't believe you. They'll figure there's no way he's this bad at it and just let me go."
"Well look at that, he can talk just fine," she said. "And, he's pretty funny."
"I can't imagine that I'm the first guy to be shocked to see you, and struggle to think of something to say," he replied.
"Oh no, you're definitely not the first at all," she said. "There was a teenager the other day who couldn't put two logical words together. My friend and I had a good laugh about that one for days."
"I'm Drake," he said, reaching his hand out.
"Heather," she replied, shaking his hand gently.
"It's truly a pleasure to meet you Heather," he said. "So, what's for dinner tonight?" He glanced at her cart, but didn't want to come across as nosey or rude.
"Tonight it's leftover lasagna, but I'm shopping for this weekend," she said.
"Are you having a nice romantic dinner with your husband this weekend?" he asked.
"Not even close," she said with a little laugh. "He's out of town until next week, so I'm here picking out what I want to eat this weekend."
"That's exactly what I do when my wife goes on her girls weekend trip," he said with his own little laugh. "I come here and pick out the thickest steak I can find, and grab a twice baked potato while I'm here. I never eat as good as I do when she's out of town."
"Well I'm not a big steak fan, but I make a fantastic chicken Marsala," she said. "And, it's all for me."
