Some of this story is true and some of it is just a lot of a wishful thinking. One thing IS true, though... I dearly love female derrieres!
CHAPTER ONE..
I used to have the nickname/handle of ButtBytr and I didn't just pick it off the wall. I picked it 'cause I dearly LOVE BUTTS. Especially nice big round BUTTS... BUBBLE-BUTTS!! And I've seen many, many of them I'd love to byte... or at least nibble on (not to mention, hug, squeeze, caress, fondle, lick, and kiss). I don't really remember just when it was that I started admiring women's derrieres. I know that when I was a liddoo kid, of around seven, or eight, I would sit in a chair in the living room and look through the Sears catalog. And when I got to the women's lingerie section, I would become mesmerized at seeing all the women in bras and panties. I really didn't know what the fuck was happening to me, but I would get this SENSATION in my crotch... and when I put my hand there, and rubbed, it felt soooo good! When I would take a bath I'd sit in the tub and wash my tiny pecker, over and over and over again, while thinking about those ladies in the catalog.
For many years, I was a "tit-guy"... my second grade teacher was an old gal of about 30, with fabulous tits, that stuck waaayyyy out there, especially when she wore a tight sweater... which was often. To this day, over fifty years later, a set of tits will make my mouth water and cause that SENSATION in my crotch. I don't spend 30 minutes sitting in the bathtub washing my dick, anymore... but if I did, and anyone walked in me, I'd tell 'em, "Look, this is MY soap, and this is MY dick, and I'll wash it as fast as I want to." No, now I sit in front of this screen... looking at some of the nekid ladies I have here. I guess I must have about 2500 on hard-drives, and another thirty thousand, or so, on CDs.
I still love tits, but, when I see a woman on the street, in the mall, or in a store, the first thing I look at is her ASS!! I mean, I can walk slap-dab into a post, if my eyes are glued on a fine lookin' butt, as it sashays ahead of me. I deeply admire a fine pair of thighs, hips, and a plumpish, curvy ass... especially one that has really curves outward, in the back and the sides. I would guess that I've really been "into" women's asses for about thirty years, though I kept my preference to myself, 'til the last couple of years. Yep, I've cum outta the closet!! Now, I don't care who knows about it. And, I have to add the fact that I'm an EXTREMELY SHY GUY! I've become even more so during the past couple of years, as I've grown increasingly reclusive... with absolutely no social life. When around ladies, especially for the first time, I'm like I was when I was fifteen... with palpitating heart, sweaty palms, and stumbling for the right words.
CHAPTER TWO..
All this, said, I'll start the story... a story that begins innocently enough, in the western Denver metro area, with me goin' into King Soopers in Bear Valley, one morning around ten-thirty. My intentions are to get some milk and bananas and go back to da house. As it turns out, it will be about seven hours before I got home. After getting the little red basket, I head for the produce section to get my nanas. My eyes are kinda heavy, from not getting more than about my usual four hours of sleep... I have not slept well in a long time. But, when I see THE BUTT, my eyelids pop wide-ass open. My first view is from the rear... and what a REAR it is!! It's encased in a pair of snug jeans, not those damn relaxed fit, and loose fit kinds that so many insist on wearing these days. This butt totally packs those jeans. I mean this is one of the finest asses I had ever seen, oozing sex, without being obscene. It curves gently outward at the side and the rear... then curves more sharply inward to meet her luscious thighs.
She has magnificently formed thighs and hips, by my standards... but to the many fitness crazed folks of this day and age, she is about twenty to twenty-five pounds overweight. I reluctantly tear my eyes from the ass, to enable me to take in the rest of her body. I judge her to be about five-nine, with shoulder length light brown hair... and wearing a red and white striped tank top. In many previous sightings of a great ass on a woman, when viewed from the front, it's a let-down... a face that only a blind mother could love, or totally titless, or with a big belly, or a combination of three. So, I shake my head, preparing myself for a disappointment, as I move over near where she is picking through the heads of lettuce. I stop by the cucumbers, and using my peripheral vision, check her profile. Well, lemme tell ya, this lady has some fantastic tits... probably about 40 Ds... straining at the front of her tank top. Sheeittt! I can't see any traces that tell me she's wearing a bra, and I see her nipples poking at the material. My eyes drift up to her face, and I see that she should be about 33, and no raving beauty in that department... in fact she has rather plain features. If I were to look at her from the neck up, I probably wouldn't give her much more than a glance or two.
Just as I am taking in her face, she turns toward me... moving toward the radishes. She catches me looking at her, and she cracks a slight smile. The smile broadens somewhat, as she looks down at what my hands are doing. I was unaware that I had a pretty big cucumber in my hand... probably about eight or nine inches long and about four and a half inches in diameter. She moves along side me, and after excusing herself, picks among the cucumbers in the bin. After about a minute she holds one up that is about six inches long and about two inches in diameter. She slowly encircles it with her hand and kinda strokes it. She is standing so close, that I can detect just a touch of fragrance along with that freshly scrubbed aroma. One of those yummy breasts in within three inches of my arm, and I cannot resist moving slightly, so that my arm touches her tit. My God, it's so soft... yet firm, at the same time. I jump back, feigning embarrassment, and mumble an apology. She cracks that very slight smile again, and nods. The lady then moves around me and walks down the aisle, with my eyes watching every movement of her ass, as it undulates in her jeans. I don't think she walks that way intentionally, but I could watch that ass for-fuckin-ever. Did I mention that I LOVE ASSES??? Yeah, I know...
CHAPTER THREE..
I find myself standing there with sweaty palms and a palpitating heart, not to mention a semi-hardness in my crotch. I stand there for a minute, then look down and see this damn cucumber in my hand... I must look stupid as hell. Tossing the green, big-dick lookin vegetable into the bin, I try to remember just what the fuck I came in here for. Oh yes... bananas and milk. I grab a bunch of nanas, without even thinking about whether they were yellow or green, then head for the dairy section. Looking down at the gallons of milk... I'm checking the expiration dates...
I sense that someone is standing beside me. I grab a container of milk and turn to see the same stacked-ass lady from the produce section next to me, looking at the whipped cream. She cracks that same trace of a smile... as she glances at me... and reaches for a can of cream. Just when my blood pressure had retreated back to a near state of normalcy, UP it goes again. And, after sneaking another look at that ass, junior decides he wants to wake up again, too.
Her smile widens as she asks, "What, you decided you didn't need a cucumber?"
"N-N-No," I stammer, "changed my mind."
Still smiling, she asks, "Tell me something. Do you always go around staring at women's butts?"
Sheeeiiitt!! Talk about dumbfounded and speechless, I couldn't even stutter a reply... I mean, what the fuck do I say to a question like that? Finally, I say that I don't always do it, but I couldn't help noticing how attractive hers is. I expect her to give me hell, accuse me of being a dirty old man, and stomp away in a state of outrage. But, she doesn't. Instead, she continues to stand there smiling... seemingly enjoying my humiliation of being caught drooling.
"And just why do you find my butt so attractive?"
My mind is going full blast in high gear, trying to think how I'm gonna get outta this.
"Well, ya see, I'm a kinda amateur photographer," this part's true, "And I've taken a lot of pictures of ladies in various poses and lots of them in swimwear and lingerie." this part isn't. I fumble in my shirt pocket for one of my cards. Cards that I created myself... just in case, on my computer. I've handed out about three or four cards... with no response... and damn sure didn't expect to get one this time, either.
"And, is this the kind of butt you like to take pictures of?"
"Oh, yes ma'm, I would really love to get some shots of you."
What I WANTED to say was that I'd love to get a shot at getting some of that ass, or at least put my hands on it and caress it.
She looks at me with a halfway-serious expression, and asks, "Where do you do your photography work? Do you have a studio?"
