I like women. I like looking at women. I like the way women smell. I like the way they look. I like the way they feel. I like being with women. In short, I like women.
That said, when I see women dressed in shorts so short that their ass cheeks hang out, and I look, I am told that I should respect a woman for her mind. And heaven knows that when they wear tops that let their breasts be all but exposed, I am really supposed to respect them for their minds. Their puffy aureoles with thick nipples really make me think about their minds. Yessir! The first thing I wonder is what is a woman’s IQ when I see her body jiggling and all those good things hanging off of it. And then, they wear shorts with no panties or with thong panties and I have to respect them for their minds.
I have been told that I am not ugly so I decided to try an experiment. After going to the gym to tone up my flab, I lost some weight. Then, I bought some sweat pants made out of thin material. I intentionally bought them a size too small. My plan was coming together.
My plan? To see if I had the same effect on some women that they had on me. Namely, to see if they thought of my mind when they saw my fat balls holding up my dick. My dick isn’t anywhere near porn star quality but my balls are fat and tucked right up under me so they cause my dick to ride high. Since I have been circumcised, the ridge is prominent under the right conditions. One of those conditions being too small clothes with elastic waistbands.
What you may wonder, is my point? Call it a scientific experiment. I considered it my duty to see if women would attack a man, figuratively if not literally, if he made them aroused by almost exposing himself.
Or course, first you have to go where the females are. An all girls’ school was my first choice but then, after thinking about it, I decided that was too dangerous. There are always underage girls around and I have heard too many stories about how they get older guys in a jam. I had no intention of being Bubba’s prison bitch.
The solution? Malls, big box discount stores and grocery stores. Chauvinistic? Maybe, but that’s where women are. If a hunter wants to hunt, he has to go where the game is. If you want to see or be seen by females, you have to go where they are. Shopping areas.
Next, the best time to go. I mean, weekends bring out more women, but it also brings out their husbands and boyfriends. Plus, I have no particular interest in teenage girls although many of them look good. Many places have senior citizens day on Wednesdays. I like older women too so I figured Monday through Friday would be good days with an emphasis on Wednesdays. Plus, mornings, just before noon I figured would be good.
So, all that’s left was to get started. Monday, I had my coffee and a shower and then got dressed…well, almost dressed. I had on a t-shirt, the thin sweatpants, no underwear of course, and gym shoes. The perfect attire for an egotistical guy such as myself.
I parked far away from the entrance. I wanted to see if I was going to get into trouble in the parking lot. As I walked toward the entrance, three women got out of a car. They looked to be in their late forties or early fifties. Two of them had middle-aged spread but the third looked as though she was fighting it. She looked very good. The other two looked good, just not as good. I saw one nudge the other two and glance in my direction. They were dressed in loose fitting blouses and thigh high loose fitting shorts.
They could see the outline of my dick quite easily through my sweats. I had lightly scratched the head just before getting out of my car so my dick was standing up a bit more than normal. The ridge around the head of my dick was very prominent and even the bottom of my balls were outlined in the too-small clothing.
I slowed my walk a little so they could get a good look. It felt good being stared at. Revenge if you will. I could hear them whispering although I couldn’t make out what they were saying. One of them started turning red, as though she was embarrassed. I nodded hello as I passed them by. The good looking one spoke back while the other two looked too entranced staring at my dick to speak.
That emboldened me to keep going. After entering the mall, I started strolling slowly along. Many women didn’t pay any attention. They were walking with a purpose it seemed like. Others were walking and talking with their friends and paid me no attention. But some looked. They looked and almost all of them looked again.
Several of them smiled and a couple of them even smiled and spoke. No one seemed offended, at least that I could tell. Feeling braver now, I strolled some more. One older woman, in her sixties it looked like, walked into a window instead of the door. Luckily, she was moving slow so she could look so she wasn’t hurt. She was very embarrassed though. She turned beet red as she walked hurriedly into the store. As I strolled past where she had gone in, I could see her looking out through the glass front window.
I smiled at her but she wasn’t looking at my face. Her gaze seemed to be stuck on my pubic area. I stifled a laugh as I strolled away. Reaching the end of that aisle, I started back in the other direction. As I walked along, my balls holding my dick up proudly, I saw my parking lot pals. The good-looking one looked at me and smiled. Being a friendly sort, I smiled back. Community relations, that’s my aim.
I turned to look at them and she had fallen a step behind. When she saw me looking back, she inclined her head toward a hallway where the toilets were. I took a couple of steps and then turned back toward the hallway. I heard her tell her friends that she would catch up with them.
At the end of the hallway, there were separate restrooms and a storeroom for the cleaning staff. I tried the door for the storeroom and it was unlocked. I was sure she saw me enter and I left the door partially open. After a few seconds, she pushed the door open and entered.
“Hi,” I said.
“Oh, hi,” she said looking up at me.
“How are you,” I asked, as I looked her over. She looked even better up close than at first glance.
“Um, I’m okay,” she said. “A bit curious though.”
