It was a beautiful, sunny Friday afternoon.
I was standing outside my building, waiting for my buddy to pick me up, as we were going to shoot nine holes of golf.
While I stood there, I heard the sound of heels on the sidewalk coming in my direction.
I glanced over, and saw an incredibly attractive, young lady.
Blonde hair, great body, and legs that wouldn't quit.
She was wearing a loose, white blouse, and very short black skirt, that was snug against her shapely hips.
Her blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders, and framed her beautiful, tanned face.
She didn't appear to be wearing much makeup, either. Just a natural look about her.
Given that the shades I was wearing, were somewhat mirrored, I was able to stare, without looking like I was staring.
She was much younger than me, as I was forty-seven. But still, I was allowed to look.
At least that's what I thought.
I was a bit surprised, when she seemed to look in my direction and a bit of a smile came to her face.
It was even more of a surprise when she slowed her pace a bit, as she approached where I was standing.
"Nice day for golf," she said, out of the blue.
I pretended to just notice her, for some dumb reason, and smiled back. "It is stellar, isn't it?"
"Is this building five-twenty," she gestured behind me towards my building.
"No, it's five-ten," I replied. "Five-twenty is probably that one over there," I gestured across the intersecting street.
"Oh, great," she said as she glanced over her shoulder. "Thanks very much. Enjoy your game."
"I think that's highly unlikely," I said with a nod of my head. "But I thank you, anyways."
She smiled broadly at that comment, and I swear my heart melted a bit.
Then, she gave me a short wave, and turned to head across the street. As she walked, I stared right at her backside.
The skirt she was wearing was incredibly tight, and she swayed her hips with every step she took.
That,
I thought to myself.
Is a woman who knows how good she looks, and doesn't mind showing it off. I heartily approve.
I was taken aback when she glanced back over her shoulder. However, she still seemed to have a smile on her face.
Just then, my buddy's minivan rounded the corner. I could see he had his head turned to watch as the young blonde walked away.
He pulled up in front of me, and finally glanced over at me through the open window in the passenger door.
"Did you see that," he asked with a smile.
"Am I blind," I replied with a chuckle as I hoisted up my clubs and pull-cart and headed to the back.
My buddy and I chatted about the young blonde for a bit, as we headed to the course. We hooked up with another friend there, and played our nine holes.
Afterwards, my buddy drove me back to my place, and was going to come upstairs for a drink.
Just as he pulled up to the spot he'd picked me up at a few hours ago, I saw her again on the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street.
"Eyes left," I gestured with head to my buddy. "It's her again."
My buddy took a moment to admire the view, as I got out of the van.
I hoisted my clubs and pull-cart out of the back, and my buddy joined me and picked up the cart.
As I hoisted up my clubs, and got up onto the sidewalk, I noticed that the young blonde, was just cutting across the street to the side my buddy and I were on.
As she got to the sidewalk, she paused as she glanced in our direction.
She gave a short wave, which I returned. Then, she held out her hand, and gave a 'thumbs up'.
I took that as her way of asking if gold had gone well.
So, I smiled and shook my head, and extended a 'thumbs down'.
She moved her body in such a way, that I think she laughed a bit. Then, she gave another short wave, and turned to go on her way.
My buddy was up at my place for about an hour. We had a drink, and a few smokes, as we watched some golf, and a ball-game.
When he got up to leave, I went to the fridge and pulled out a container of some leftovers.
He graciously thanked me, and said we'd talk over the weekend, and to book golf again for the following Friday.
Saturday was another gorgeous day. I was up bright and early, and set about my routine.
Shower, clean the bathroom, run a vacuum through the place, do some dusting.
Then, it was off to the grocery store.
When I got back, I began preparing a tomato sauce. Once it was in the pot, and simmering away, I washed up the food processor, and then set about my next task.
Cleaning the balcony.
I headed out with some soapy water, a sponge, and a cloth, and went to work on the table and chairs before I got to the wide ledge of the balcony itself.
It was only around ten-thirty, but there was some action down below.
I was about half-way through the balcony ledge cleaning, when I saw something to my right that caught my attention.
Holy shit,
I thought to myself.
That's her again!
And it was. The same young blonde from the day before. Dressed differently, but it was definitely her.
Today, she was wearing a pink tank-top, and very short shorts. A pair of sandals on her feet, and her hair tied back in a pony tail.
I could see the ties of a bikini top at the back of her neck.
I would love to see that in a bikini,
my 'dirty old man' brain thought.
She was about exactly opposite to me on the other side of the street, when she stopped, and seemed to be looking in my direction.
I pretended to keep clearing the balcony ledge, but there was no denying it. She was looking in my direction. She even pulled her sunglasses down a bit.
As I moved to begin on the section that had me facing in her direction, I pretended to just glance up and notice her.
She gave me a smile, and a short wave, which I returned. She lingered for another moment, then pushed her shades back up, and went on her way.
There was still that great wiggle about her, as she walked, and I took a deep breath as I watched her.
