The Big Box Store and the BBQ Joint
Once again my wife is shopping. Here I am sitting in my big ole red truck at the Big Box Store. No not the 1975 Ford. This one's a new Dodge quad cab. This can be any store in your area or mine. MsDollie, once again, is shopping as I sit and listen to the radio and relax. Not really planning on doing any people watching. It's just something that happens as I sit here alone on this asphalt jungle with vehicles, painted lines, and signs all around. Shucks there are even Sea Gulls in this parking lot shitting on the blacktop and on cars.
The weather is summer like here in NW Florida, making for less clothing and more chances to see skin. For the most part, girl watching, which is my preference, seems to be left to mostly obese and ugly wimmin. After all, I am in redneck country and most of the pretty gals seem to live someplace else.
Don't get me wrong, occasionally a knock-em-dead-gorgeous woman passes by. I'm a hunter. Hunter of pretty girls. And this girl watchin thing is similar to fishin, duck, squirrel, deer, and other types of hunting. You spend a lot of time waiting for a keeper to wander past.
Yonder comes a throw-it-back right now. Looking pretty much like a few others I've mentioned in my ramblings. She'd dress out around 298# if she was nekid. But she ain't naked! This un's wearin typical camouflaged bib overhauls and some kind of halter top thingie under it. Yeller tennis shoes with no socks. Her hair is in a ponytail and she's wearin way more make-up than the entire Dallas Cheerleaders squad.
Nuthin special or outstanding, considering half the wimmin passin by are dressed and lookin pretty much the same. Makes that one in a million looker really worth lookin at. But, as she gets closer, I am overcome by feelings. Laughter, sadness, pity, grief, and even a sort of kinky wild passion overcomes me for a few moments.
This redneck woman has been walking a great distance down the drive isle through the large parking lot ready to pass directly in front of my big red truck. It's not until she is nearly right in front of me that I notice her left breast is fully exposed. Yea it was hangin out of the left side bib overhaul strap opening and her halter top. There she was with that humongous white pendulous protrusion called a boob. It was shakin too and fro like a large clock pendulum, bangin on her arm, as she sashayed past me.
I wanted to warn her. I wanted to say something sexy. I wanted to crawl onto the floor of the truck and split my gut laughing. But, I did nothing except continue watching as she disappeared into the Big Box Store.
Other people, male and female, stared. Many laughed, many had silly expressions on their faces. No one warned or told the redneck woman her tittie was hangin free. That female mammary gland was nearly as big as a cow's udder. It was shakin and wigglin right out in full view. Wind and sun had to be creating a natural sensation upon it. Add to the fact that large mass of flesh was rubbing back and forth on the woman's arm, there's no way in hell she didn't know it was out.
