This was my first weekend to take care of my daughter. My wife, Sandy, who could be a bit overbearing, had decided to fly out to Dallas to visit some friends. She had asked me if I wanted to come, but I really didn't want to fly to Texas one day and fly back the next. We didn't know how our 18 month old daughter, Evie, would handle a 3 hour plane ride in our laps. Plus, one of the kids from daycare had invited our daughter to a birthday party and we had committed before Sandy had the idea to fly out.
I had been nervous about taking care of my daughter by myself for the first time for 2 nights. So far, it was a blast. I loved my daughter, and without my wife to govern our schedules I finally could do all sorts of things that I would otherwise be getting an earful over.
We went to a space museum and saw a decommissioned shuttle. I bought her a little astronaut suit and put it on her. All the mothers were swooning over how cute she looked waddling all over the museum and trying to touch everything. I had a blast with her going up to all the big planes and spacecraft.
After that, we went to one of those kids gym places you see in strip malls for the birthday party. She ran all over the place and bounced, jumped, and bopped everything in sight. Again, the other moms who saw her swooned. A few of them thought I was a single parent and one of them very obviously hit on me.
The three of them weren't bad looking. Two were brunette in their early to mid 30s and hadn't quite lost all of the weight that their pregnancies had put onto them. The one that was shameless was similar in age, but had strawberry blonde hair and wore a low cut V neck sweater that showed off here ample cleavage. Her friends even mentioned to her that she was bending down in front of me quite a bit but when they did, she looked me in the eye and gave me the "want to head to home day care?" kind of look.
As this was just harmless fun, I played along with it but left abruptly when the session ended. I did not want to hear another awkward conversation about how hard it is to get out the house with a kid. I actually liked hanging out with mine and I loathed those who treated them like they were somehow them back.
It was mid-afternoon and we had one more stop for the day- the grocery store. When Sandy and I found out we were going to have a kid, I got on this cooking kick for some reason. I wanted to learn how to make everything from scratch. I knew I wouldn't get to make any elaborate meals with a baby, but I knew that I didn't want to eat frozen dinners for years on end. I felt that with knowing the basics I could come up with different combinations to break up the monotony.
Evie had a short nap in the stroller earlier that day, but I knew I had to get her home for her long nap before she exploded in rage in the grocery store. I had always seen those little carts for kids but Sandy never let Evie use one because she was so small. I wanted her to have fun, but I also wanted to tire her out completely so she had a sound nap.
Evie still had the astronaut suit on and was happily pushing the empty cart around the store as I put items for dinner and the next few days in. Again, all the ladies gushed over her and some over the seemingly single father taking his daughter to the store as an astronaut.
We got the items we needed and Evie was getting tired. We got checked out and loaded the car. The whole process was fairly slow. I had Evie buckled into the cart seat while putting the groceries into the trunk. That's when I saw her.
She looked like she was in her early to mid 20s. She was about 5'7 with an athletic build. She had muscular legs that looked like she played soccer and she had a nice healthy tan. She was wearing a loose fitting worn out purple athletic top and very short yellow shorts. Her sun-highlighted auburn hair was tied in a loose pony tail that came down to about her shoulder blades.
I watched her go from one end of the parking lot to the store while trying to make it look like I wasn't staring by hiding my eyes in my sunglasses. Her breasts bounced a bit with each step. As she crossed the lot, I saw more of her rear end when passed. It was the best looking ass I had seen since I was in college.
There was a big campus nearby for a major state school so I assumed she was one of those that lived off campus, as I had done. I had a pang of nostalgia and a bit of reluctance of being married, as I felt I was never going to seen an ass like that naked ever again.
Oh well, she went into the store and I resumed loading the trunk while talking to Evie. The cart return was pretty far away, so I brought her with me to return the cart and carried her back in my arms. Doing anything with a toddler always took 2-3 times longer, no matter what it was.
I got her back into the car and opened all of the windows as it was getting hot in late may. We started off and waited in the line of cars to exit the parking lot. The time of loading the car, putting the cart away, loading Evie, and getting out of the lot was long enough that I saw that same girl again, this time heading out in the same direction that we were. The traffic lights worked in such a way that anyone trying to turn left made everyone going straight have to wait a while to go. I watched as the girl walked down the sidewalk, with a reusable shopping bag in hand, bounce her ass and breasts with every step.
Finally it was my turn to go. I flipped a mental coin in my head and said fuck it, if she says no, she says no. I pulled up beside her and slowed to her walking pace.
"Hi," I said loudly from the car, "Do you need a ride somewhere?" The neighborhood we lived in was very safe. Everyone was neighborly with each other. I've lived in other places where this question would have the cops called on you, but this was an area that the worst that would happen was just a polite decline.
She looked over and studied my car then me. My car was a crossover. I refused to get a minivan or full on station wagon. It was more like a wagon with a lift- capable or rough terrain and a whole lot of power. We bought it right before Evie was born, so it was new and did not look like a rape-mobile.
Her eyes studied me quickly. I was 35 and I was in fairly decent shape. I was in the army for 8 years and hadn't let myself go as others had. I kept up with my fitness and ran or rode my bike daily for about 2-3 hours. Since I spent quite a bit of time outside I also was pretty tanned. Since Sandy wasn't home and it being the weekend, I had a bit of scruff on my face.
Her eyes betrayed what she wanted. I could tell that she thought I was good looking, but even in a good neighborhood, you don't get into cars with strangers.
"Um, I don't live too far from here. It's ok" She said as she wiped sweat from her brow. I could tell that she didn't actually want to lug her groceries home.
"Alright, well you have a nice day" I almost finished as Evie in the back took the opportunity to get vocal.
"Daaa DAAAA daaaaaa!" She yelled as she grinned at me in the mirror. The girl looked into the back seat window and saw Evie.
"Oh. My. God! She's so cute! Is she wearing an astronaut suit?!" She exclaimed.
"Yeah, we were just at the space museum about an hour from here. Have you been there?" I said
"Only like 30 times! I really want to be an astronaut and I took a bunch of extra math classes this year to increase my chances of getting into this special program." She said smiling. She had repositioned herself in passenger window and was bent over at the waist. Her worn out athletic shirt was hanging down and I could see her beautiful C cup breasts were not being held by a bra. Thank god I hadn't removed my sunglasses.
Evie made some more sounds and laughed, catching the attention of the girl. She made some baby sounds back, while bouncing on her heels as people do when they talk to babies and toddlers. I enjoyed the sight as the movement bounced her tits.
