Back at the Big Box again. MsDollie spreading my wealth inside. Shopping, visiting friends, strangers, employees, and talkin to babies. She only went in for a gallon of milk and some cereal. I'm good for an hour.
I'm doin what I find relaxing and entertaining, people watchin again. It's a hot afternoon, and I have the windows down on the pickup truck. Women of all ages are wearing less clothing and lookin good. Well, some are. But even fat gals look good when they are displaying the goodies. Okay, it was a long cold Winter. I'm desperate to see wimmin neekid, or partially bare. At least I'm man enough to admit my feelings.
Basically the same old scene. For every hundred obese women passing by, one or two lookers are spotted. But I've always figured if all women looked like Pamela Anderson I'd get bored. Somehow I'm willing to take that chance.
I was actually listening to the country music more than people watching. Then it happened! A topless sports car pulled up in the space right next to my driver side. Two young women who looked like good sports were inside, also topless.
Even me, Mr. Professional Booby Watcher, was shocked. Four of the finest lookin bare boobs were attached to two of the nicest lookin young women I'd seen in a long time. I'd died and gone to heaven. At first they didn't see me glancing... well staring down at them... those!
Let me complete the picture. The car may have been a Corvette. May have been a sailboat. I wasn't really lookin at the car. Both cute slender young things, possibly 30 somethings, were wearing short shorts. The kind that show lots of butt cheek, even when sitting. Both tops were down to their pretty little waists. Breasts appeared to be firm, erect, and possibly store bought. Nipples erect, as was myself at that time.
They looked up and saw me lookin down into their car. Now at this point, sitting in a crowded video surveillance Big Box store parking lot, an old pervert slobbering down the side of his pick up truck door like a friendly Pit Bull dog, you'd thunk they would have put their tops on or covered their breasts with their arms and hands. No sir, to my pleasure and amazement, they fondled themselves and each other as I watched.
After what seemed like an hour... minutes probably, they put their tops on and climbed out of the little red, blue, yellow, whatever color car it was, smiling and waving to me. To the best of my ability I thanked them both and watched them wiggle their bare cheeks toward the Box Store doors.
Some days are like that. Others are just regular boring days waiting in the lot of the Big Box! Ya gotta be lucky. Ya gotta be there. I've experienced female exhibitionists in other parking lots through the years. I've seen breasts slip out as pretty young lasses remove groceries from shopping carts into their vehicles. I've watched as gals ran across parking lots and jiggled or bounced till boobs fell out of low blouses.
Believe me it happens. I know an older gal who's done similar things. Accidents? On purpose? Who cares? Of course, sometimes it's obvious it was no accident.
