The wife hadn't given up any sex in several days, and I was feeling kind of horny. But it wasn't anything unusual, and I wasn't out looking for sex from another source. I'd gotten used to the fact that sex just wasn't a high priority with my wife. Twice a month seemed to be all she was interested in. So I read stories & looked at pictures on the Internet, to stimulate me as I took care of my own sexual needs.
I'm the boss of a decent sized office, and I usually take my lunch. But occasionally I eat out, and when I do I try to avoid anyone from the office. It's kind of a mental health break for me. The Monday after Easter was a beautiful day, weather wise. It was sunny, and about 70 degrees, with very little wind. For some reason I turned South on Broadway looking for a fast, cheap, place to grab some lunch, and decided on this little franchise taco place. I'd gotten away late, as usual, and it was nearly 12:30 by the time I got there.
I got in line behind some idiots who didn't know what they wanted and couldn't make a decision. I just ordered the special and looked for a spot to sit where I could read my paperback book I brought with me. I find pulp novels to be a nice escape, to help me get my mind off of the day's events.
They gave me a number & I sat at a table and started to read. After a few minutes they called my number & I went up to get the food. I had returned to the table and was just sitting back down when I caught the flash of skin in my vision. I looked up, and at a table two rows away a woman was just sitting herself. She was scooting behind the small fixed table, and her skirt was riding up her leg, exposing quite a lot of thigh.
Once she settled, and sat with her left leg crossed over her right, I looked up to take in the rest of her. She was not a pretty woman. She had short, dirty blonde hair, which was styled rather haphazardly. She wore glasses, and she had a face that bordered on masculine. She was in her forties, possibly even 50's by her face. But those legs would have looked nice on any 30 year old. She was wearing a simple gold band on her ring finger, and a rather simple black dress. She had on fairly light hose, and I thought they must be pantyhose because otherwise I would have seen the top of her stockings, as high up a the dress rose on the one side as she moved.
She was also reading a book, a big hardback, as she ate her combo meal. I started to eat, but felt compelled to keep looking up at her legs. I could see up her dress, as her legs were crossed, nearly up as high as I envisioned her panties might be. I thought that the dress was awfully short for a woman of her age, but I wasn't sure how much of that was due to the fact she'd had to scoot her way into the chair.
I ate, and read, and looked at her legs. I estimated her to be about 5' 5", probably 135 pounds. I really couldn't see much of what her breasts might be, but the skin on her face and arms, looked old and weathered. She was dressed nice, but simply. I tried to think what she'd look like if she smiled, and I thought she'd look much better that way. I tried my best to will her to uncross those legs, so I could get a better look at her, but she just read & ate, totally oblivious to me.
By the time I was done, the place was practically empty, as it was near the end of the lunch hour. I just couldn't seem to stop looking at her legs. I thought, as beautiful as it is outside, I can't think of a thing I'd rather look at than her legs. So I sat, sort of reading my book, but really looking at her. She never looked up once while I was watching her. Finally I decided I needed to go, even though I really didn't have to get right back to work. There are certain advantages to being the boss.
All the sudden I was overwhelmed with a urge to speak to her. I didn't know her. I'd probably never see her again. What did I have to lose? But what would I say? The butterflies swelled up in my and I was almost dizzy with the excitement. It was like asking a girl out for the first time.
I took my tray to the trash can and deposited it. I took a circular route back to my table so that I was approaching her for as long as possible. I picked up my book and started for the door. Then I thought "What the hell! Do it!" I walked by her table and stopped. I thought that she would look up, and saying something about her book seemed like a good idea. But she ignored me. I didn't want to be a chickenshit, so I decided to initiate some conversation. But for some reason my mouth just blurted out what I'd been thinking.
