I am a freshmen in college at a state university, 18 years of age. I'm a pretty average, I have brown hair, brown eyes, thin and I stand about 5'10. I've had a slew of girlfriends that have mostly been unsuccessful.
It was a pleasant day in late fall, my friend approached me after my last class of the day and told me he had lost one of his contacts at a party the night before. I knew what he wanted. I had brought my car to the first semester of college, unlike many of the other underclassmen around campus. I got these kind of conversations all the time....I'm out of this, I need a new one of these....My friend of course needed a ride to the nearest Wal-Mart optometrist so he could get some replacement contacts.
I looked at my watch - it was only noon. What did I have to lose, it was nice enough outside for a ride I guess.
We got in the car and drove the 15 mile distance to the Wal-Mart. Surprisingly the town we were in didn't have one of these stores so we had to drive to the next nearest one. The town was nice, you could tell it had more money than the city in which our campus was a part of.
We walked in the Wal-Mart and I sat down in the optometry office while my friend went up to the desk to see about getting himself some new contacts.
The look on his face told me that this was not going to be the quick stop in and leave visit I had expected. He came and sat down next me.
"You need a damn appointment. She said she could fit me in sometime in the next hour but she has no idea when that will be."
Jesus. I was stuck in Wal-Mart for at least an hour. I hadn't brought anything to do - no homework, no books, no music, nothing.
I looked out into the store, the Wal-Mart was huge at least. I could waste some of my time walking around. I turned to my friend, "I'm going to wander around the store, I'll come back in a half hour or so."
I walked off. For about the next 15 minutes I moved aimlessly around the store. I looked at the CDs and electronics and went through all of the magazines they had. I had made may way through the store twice when I came upon her.
She was my height, dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders and very bright blue eyes. At first glance she appeared only to be decent looking, so I walked on by. Since I had nothing better to do I decided to stop and circle around for a better look of her, in the hopes that maybe she could occupy my attention for awhile.
I was definitely pessimistic the first time over. Her ass was absolutely gorgeous. It was not too big or too small and from the looks of it had just the right firmness as well. I gathered that she knew this fact to be true because the jeans she had on couldn't get much tighter.
I moved into the aisle she was in and acted like the footrace products were of interest to me. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her move around. I watched her reach up and grab something off the top shelf, the movement pulling her shirt up enough to show off her stomach and belly button. I was definitely interested; she was very fit and had some slight ab definition.
I realized I was staring about a second too late. She turned at looked right at me as I was drooling over her great looks. My heart jumped in my throat and I felt like a dick all the sudden. I decided my fun was over and I turned and walked out of the aisle.
