I had a pleasant experience at Costco the other day. My wife had sent me to pick up a few things from down there the other day. Now I'm in my mid 70's and don't like the crowds so I like to go early in the mornings if I have to go. As I was exiting, as you probably know, someone from the store has to check your receipt to verify your purchases. This early fortyish gal with her hair in a ponytail, wire rimmed glasses, a tight black sweater and tight black ski pants with black ski booties was at her post. Some might she had a plain face though I really liked her smile.
As there were no customers behind me after checking my basket she said, "Have a nice day, thank you for shopping at Costco."
Looking down I could see the outline of her puffy nipples so I stopped and said, "Thank you Beautiful!"
Blushing, she said, "Did you just call me beautiful?"
"Indeed I did, and I meant it, though my wife might say I'm just a big flirt," I said. She started to laugh, I read her nametag said CeCe. She had dark brown hair and golden brown eyes. I added, "CeCe, you are stunning."
To which she replied, "Well, I try."
"And you've succeeded beyond all expectations," I said. We had to pause our conversation so a few customers could be checked out, then I moved back close to her.
Checking behind me and seeing no one close approaching, I looked at her and said, "Too many women today look at what's in the magazines, on the television or movie screen and base themselves compared to what they see there. Those are empty vessels who go through life seeking something that most of them can never find, that's true happiness. Unfortunately a lot of beautiful women, such as yourself, don't see themselves as beautiful. CeCe, let me tell you, you exude a sensual presence about you that can drive a man wild. I know it sure does me. My beautiful lady, if I were to be 20 years younger, I'd pursue you like no other and we'd make love until we both passed out. I would devour every inch of your body and pleasure you until you begged me to stop."
By this time, she was holding my hands and looking up into my eyes, savoring every word I spoke. Then she placed a hand on my chest and leaned up as if to kiss me and we heard gasps coming from behind us.
Suddenly we realized that there were four or five ladies fixated on our conversation who had abandoned their carts and had moved up to hear us better. The line had backed up halfway to the registers and one of the managers ran up to assist CeCe in checking receipts. Her face was crimson but she was smiling like a Cheshire cat. She leaned in and whispered, "Thanks a lot, now you have me all wet and I'm probably going to get in trouble."
As I started to push my cart away, one of the ladies that was behind me called out to me so I stopped. She came up and asked, "Did she give you her phone number?"
I shook my head no and asked her, "Why?"
This gal was probably in her mid-50's. She shoved a piece of paper in my hand. I looked and it was her phone number and she said, "I'm Lissa. You can give me a call. Any weekday between noon and 4:00. I'd love to get together with you. If you fuck half as good as you talk, I can't wait to try you out." I just stood there and watched as she walked away. She was dressed rather classy; her hips were quite slim and I wondered how she'd feel if I took her doggy? I shook my head and told myself to quit having these fantasies, I'm too old for women to be coming on to me.
I stopped at the edge of the concrete to look for cars when a cart bumped into the back of my legs almost knocking me over. Startled, I turned to see this blond giving me an embarrassed look. She rushed up to me and started rubbing the back of my legs. "Thank you," I told her, "I'm sure I will be fine."
This young lady, who looked to be in her mid to late 30's, kept apologizing and said, "Please let me make it up to you." She opened her purse and took out a card and a pen, then wrote on the back, 'One free massage. Costco exit.' And handed it to me. I turned the card over and it said, "Magic Hands Massage by Jackie" then with a gleam in her eye, she extended her right hand and said, "By the way, I'm Jackie. Please let me know it's you so I can schedule you in for one of my special massages." She winked and blew me a kiss as she walked away.
I was standing there not believing what had just happened when one of the cart retrievers walked up to me and handed me another note. I opened it up and there was yet another phone number with C.C. at the bottom. I turned to look back at her and she gave me a wicked grin and a half wave as she quickly swiped her marker across the next person's receipt. I doubt she even looked in their cart.
I made it back to my car and loaded the items I had been sent for. I was shaking. Vicki and I had been married for over 50 years and I had never cheated on her. Of course we hadn't had sex in the past seven or was it 8 years now. Ever since her hysterectomy she had changed. It was very rough on me the first couple of years but I accepted it because I loved her. As I reached into my pocket to get my keys, I found the notes and pulled them out. I started to throw them away but for some unknown reason, I stuck them in my shirt pocket and headed home.
