Originally Entitled -- "Discovery"
A Re-creation of the Original Tale
Written earlier by me, StrangeSounds2003
He briskly walked through the mall, as he did every other day, in a hurry to get to the office supply store before time ran out. There were a lot of supplies for him to order and purchase -- as was his duty. He was the stockman for his company, assuring them that supplies of paper, pens, tape, etc., were all kept up -- as well as his other ordering duties.
He took the same path every single time he went through the mall, passing by this particular record store, thinking nothing of it in his haste to reach the supply store. Being slightly out of breath at this moment, he decided to sit on the bench, just outside the record store and take a breather. Combing his hand through his graying hair, after-all, he was in his 50's -- not getting any younger, he watched the teenagers going in and out of the store, some with earphones on, listening to their newly-bought "tunes".
He saw this particular sales girl helping this one gentleman who seemed to be impatient and gesturing rather excitedly. He seemed to be explaining to her what he wanted with some difficulty. She was this pretty girl, probably in her early twenties, he guessed, wearing the latest fashions; little dangles in her ears, very attractive red hair, a rather slight build, and wearing an attractive, semi-short shirt, showing off her pretty pink waist with this little diamond spangle twinkling from her navel as she moved. Abruptly, catching an idea, she walked briskly over to a shelf and began reaching high up to retrieve something.
Arching her back as she reached up, the man sitting on the bench watched as her shirt rose up nice-and-high revealing practically all of her pretty, pink tummy. It was then that she looked down at the middle-aged gentleman who was intently staring at her with a smile on his face, obviously enjoying "the view", fully oblivious to the fact that he was even gawking at her. Gaining a cute, sly smirk on her face, she winked at him, smiling at having being "admired". Then she returned to helping the gentleman by lifting the item off the shelf and handing it to him. The gentleman-in-question then apparently thanked her and rushed off to the cashier to purchase the item.
The older gentleman, Edward by name, realized what he was doing and blushed three shades of red, standing up briskly and hurrying off to the supply store - the back of his neck burning red-hot in embarrassment. Stealing a quick look at her as he rushed off, he could see that she was giggling softly to herself, holding her pink tummy, her other hand on her mouth -- her eyes beaming back at him, warmly. Totally abashed, he pulled his collar up, rushing off, his face boiling hot and beet red as he realized he had been smiled at and "Giggled At!" by a pretty young girl.
"YOU BALD-HEADED IDIOT how COULD you?????" he thought to himself as he rushed on. He had been noticing for a few days now, that his comb seemed to be catching more-and-more strands of his graying hair.
He couldn't help it though. "She" filled his mind with the sweetest of thoughts as he mindlessly performed his duties, thinking of her lovely pink waist and her soft, amused smile and the twinkle in her lovely eyes as he gazed upon her.
"Oh, what a very SWEET dream!" he thought to himself as he remembered the cute little dangle twinkling merrily from her soft, pretty navel -- or so he surmised.
Still, taking the same path he always took to get to the supply store, he realized that every time he passed the record store, he would peer-in to see if she was there -- drawn to the store like a magnet. Sometimes she wasn't, sometimes she was -- and at those times it seems she also went out of her way to notice him and smile -- which of course brought on a new flood of embarrassment as he hurried on by, his eyes twinkling none-the-less.
"Were her shirts getting shorter and shorter, or was it my imagination?" he mused as he dashed on by.
This went on for weeks as he hurriedly went by the store, chancing a peek and being rewarded by her soft giggle, an elated gleam in her eye, a wink, and even a toss of her hair as she arched her back -- "just for him??????" he wondered.
"OH, MY GOD!" he thought, as he swooshed on by. "Oh that sweet, fiery mane of Beautiful Hair - oh, what a very pretty girl indeed!" Thoughts of her swirled dizzyingly through his mind as he envisioned her arching her back "just for him?" he hoped. He shuddered as he hungered inwardly to place a soft kiss on that lovely tummy of hers.
At night, he would lay in bed staring up at the stars visible through the skylight above his bed, his head swimming with the sweetest of fantasies, all involving her. He would imagine her slowly swaying up to him, wearing a severely skimpy shirt and daisy-dukes, her pretty legs bare, her little feet bare, her toes painted ruby-colored with little gold speckles in it. Slowly, siren-like she would arch her back, stroking her hands slowly through her, long, thick, red hair as she "belly danced" towards him, straddling his chest as she lay on him in the bed, gently caressing her soft, large deep, oval navel gently against his mouth as his old-tired body would explode in ecstasy, pulling his face deeply into her lovely, rounded navel-mound, his tongue slipping slowly and deeply into her quivering, pink-pale navel.
He had never SEEN a sight so beautiful! She DID have a sweetly-pronounced navel mound! Remembering every characteristic of her lovely body, he realized that in his eyes, she had the most PERFECT waist he had ever SEEN!!!! -- A deep, curvy waist, a sweet pronounced navel mound where her navel sat like a ruby being carried by a page in a royal processional; an overly large, oval, deep navel that caused his mouth to water thinking about it; a navel with such a sweet-soft, gentle inward curve, it was like looking at a gracefully throated bud-vase or wine glass. How he HUNGERED to imbibe and become totally DRUNK from that wine glass! Indeed, she was the LOVELIEST creature he had ever seen! - from the crown of her hair that would burn him to CINDERS should he dare touch it, down to those perfect, tiny, kissable feet with those nibble-able, wiggly ruby-glistening toes. He caught himself, praying silently to himself, that that smile of hers was totally meant for him, and that one day, he would have her in his arms, drinking the sweetest of love-wines from that pretty, perfect siren-navel of hers.
AAAAHHH, what wonderful dreams he had on her account.
It was Saturday, and it certainly wasn't a day he was scheduled to go to the supply store. However, he decided he would wander by the record store and see if she was in. Maybe, just MAYBE he would even screw-up enough courage to wander-in, nonchalantly of-course, to peek at the records to see if any "Eagles" or "Journey" recordings were available. His mind racing, his mouth practically dry as a stone, gulping air, he approached the record store walking in hesitating steps, practically in a PANIC. He was scared-to-death that "she was there" and also scared-to-death that she wasn't. Sweat covering his brow, his collar sticky from the stuff, he approached cautiously, peering inside, a nervous, quivering smile on his face.
He quickly changed to a mouth-drooping, shoulder sagging, crushed frown as he disappointedly realized that she was NOT there! Looking around feverishly, trying to maintain his "non-existent cool" he searched for her until a male salesperson came up to him and said,
"Can I help you?"
Forcing down a gulp, he replied, "No, that's fine! Thanks!" Then, in the process of turning to leave he added, "Uhhh, is that red-haired girl working today?"
"Who, Angela? No, she's off today. But, if you'd like, I can let her know you stopped in. Are you her dad or something?" he asked.
