{It isn't every day that some woman does a naughty show in a vehicle right next to you. Most women are on the modest side, at least in public.
But there really are those females that for some reason get off on showing off, usually it is a low cut top with lots of cleavage, or a thin top and no bra with all of the jiggling. Much rarer are the ones with more courage that allow a nipple to show, the up skirts with panties happens right along, up skirts without panties are nearly always deliberate.
Let's face it, women KNOW when their beaver is hanging out.
So it's when they are in a situation where they feel safe and that they aren't going to get caught that we can find out what women are really like deep down inside.
Just think of how much fun it would be to actually KNOW what your wife or lady friend was thinking about? Getting a male excited is almost like a conquest.
Sometimes a man gets to find out about their mate, from what I read, but most often we don't.
I was at that shopping center several times after that incident, OK, I admit it. I was looking for the little blue convertible. And that blonde, that turned me on about as much as it is possible to do.
My wife Debra knew damn good and well why all of a sudden I was willing to go down there with her, of course she did.
She just thought that was hilarious, but then, my Debs is way different than most women.
But then, she was also getting the benefit, for quite some time I was more active than normal.
Yep. Rambling again, way it is. I always do, at my age I can if I want to.}
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There was no tiny blue car, no blonde. Yep, I was looking, guilty as charged.
Debra knew that, too. To get me to go to a shopping center normally requires threats, begging, even then it typically would take a bull dozer and some logging chain to drag me to one.
Suddenly I was willing, at least for perhaps a half dozen times. I sat out in the truck, way across the lot from the store looking for a repeat, good lord that was hot!
This pretty blonde woman had exposed herself completely and deliberately to me as I sat there in my truck watching.
I did tell the wife about that, our new agreement is that we keep no secrets from each other. That was due to some incidents, both of us guilty and for awhile there our relationship got sticky. I even thought of leaving her, for several long and miserable days I actually did.
But at our ages, there really is no such thing as starting over. Replacing a mate over an indiscretion is sometimes over the top, especially when a man is 99% happy with their woman.
Some men really can put the hurt and upset behind them, I am proof of that. But then, I also stuck myself in where it didn't belong, later certainly, yet no less guilt.
So Debs and I had that long talk, no more messing around with anyone else, we would be content with each other. Topless, fine. Massages, even the naughty ones, hell, we both liked those and it was only hands and touch, so why not?
Sticking it inside some other woman, or any other male sticking it in my Debs was now agreed to be a complete.. NO!
Limits. There had to be limits. There has to be trust, also. I believed Debra, and of course I knew I could handle myself.
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Back at that damn college, a bit of booze, some contact high from the kids around smoking dope, a woman that is about as sexual as one can get yet having gone weeks on end without. Then add in a good looking young professor and yeah, things can happen.
But then, I did some things I probably should not have.
So, I told Debs all about what happened that afternoon in the Safeway parking lot. I didn't have to even make anything up, that display was absolutely obscene!
And, obviously completely deliberate.
Debs just thought it was funny.
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"You said she was getting and sending texts?" Debra asked me as I helped her unload her purchases. I was also grazing on the sack of grapes she bought, she finally reached out and took them away from me since she knows I would eat all of them if she didn't.
"Yes, looked like that. That was before she did the lie down and give me a beaver shot thing." I chortled, the vision still fresh in my mind.
"I bet she was talking to her husband or boyfriend, he was somewhere getting off on it."
"Maybe. I don't know."
"Some women are that way, remember the woman I saw in my office last year? The one that told me she and her husband went up to that shoe store so he could watch her flash?" Debra snickered at that.
"Yeah." I cleverly didn't say any more, Debra and I had driven up there, the idea was that she wanted to try it. But then the clerk had shown more interest in some 30 something and Debs got into a mild snit about it so we left without doing anything.
"I think what you saw is something like that, some couple getting their jollies." She gave me a big smile.
It wasn't too long after that before the two of us were snuggling up on our couch. We really do that a lot, probably different right there considering both of us are mature.
But then I mostly forgot all about the parking lot incident, life goes on around our place. I did drive Debra to the store several times, but nothing happened.
That got boring so I went back to being as normal as I can ever be.
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The wife and I live in a coastal town in Oregon, and every year they do this Tuna cooking competition.
That is what they call it, but every restaurant or café in town's idea of cooked Tuna is slice off a raw chunk of it, burn the outside edge of it and leave the middle raw. Some of them don't even bother to burn the outside edges of the stuff.
Wrap it up in seaweed, stuff in some Rice or something, got to do SOMETHING to kill the taste, I guess.
Sushi, they call that.
I hate raw fish, but Debra gobbles the stuff down like it's good that way or something.
There were a couple of guys I know that had some food laid out, and they had a small gas stove there, so I asked them to cook me a piece, well done.
They looked at me like I was crazy but they did cook a nice chunk, they had a dipping sauce in a bowl so I poured a liberal dose of that on the chunk of fish.
The sauce turned out to be that Srirachi stuff, holy shit that was hot!
Hot and I do not get along, not one bit.
I was coughing, grabbed some water, the one guy was staring at me, probably wondering if I was going to die right there in front of him.
"Are you OK, sir?" A woman next to me asked.
Almost choking, I turned to look at her.
It was the blonde!!
I wanted to open my mouth to say something but by then Debs was right there and she had one of those little cartons of milk she had grabbed from somewhere.
That helped.
Debra was leading me by the hand towards our car, I managed to get enough breath to speak.
"That was her." I managed.
"Who?" She looked at me oddly.
"The woman that did that, you know, the parking lot stuff?" I managed, still gasping.
"Really?" Debs paused and looked back.
"I know her, she was in my office last week." She said.
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I didn't die although for a moment I thought I was going to. We got home, I went in and sat down, telling myself that this was the last damn Tuna cookout thing I was ever going to go to.
Fucking Tuna belongs in a can, take it out and spread it on bread, in my opinion.
Certainly not raw, and NOT with some fire sauce on it.
"Miranda Collins." Debs said, bringing me some more ice cold water.
"What?"
"That woman, the one you saw in the parking lot? That is Miranda Collins, she is married to the guy who owns the Bayfront Diner."
I have never been in the Bayfront, for one thing it is way down on the far end of the street and I don't want to walk that far. That isn't even half a mile, I don't care, I don't want to walk that far.
I go to Jack's, which is a standard fare restaurant that opens nice and early, and serves breakfast all dang day right up until midnight.
Hash browns scattered out and fried up nice and crisp the way they are supposed to be, big gob of real butter on top. Eggs sunny side up cooked in butter on medium heat so the butter gets all foamy and you can splash it over the top of them.
Why it is called Jack's is beyond me, there is no "Jack" there, the place is owned by an old lady and they have a solid stream of new waitresses. Fishing town, big strong men and they all tease whoever is on shift with no mercy.
Any waitress that works there had better be tough.
