BULL'S EYE
This was supposed to be a quick trip to Bull's Eye Department Store. I needed a new bikini for summer, oh and some bikini wax, and maybe some sunglasses, hair clips, beach towels, sun hat, and a cover; and, if they had a chaise lounge that wasn't too expensive, I'd get one of those too. It looked like I was going to need a cart after all, and a coffee... and that muffin... no not that one...
that
one! Jeezo!
"Yes. That one right there," I said to the barista as I pointed.
"Name?" Asked the barista.
"Sally," I replied. I never gave my real name. Fuck those people! They don't need to know my real name.
So let me fill you in while I refuel here. You see, the youngest of the three kids had finally moved out last summer and my husband left me for another woman so, after a few months of getting my shit together, I felt it was time I focus on me and see if there were any men out there looking for a divorcee with a house and a decent chunk of spousal support to spend on stupid stuff. Maybe this cheetah-print two-piece bathing suit would be a good start. Or maybe this zebra print. Hmm. Which one? Both? Is zebra even in style?
Anyway... so there I was in Bull's Eye when I spied another woman who seemed about my age also perusing the swimsuit section. She had no ring on her finger. Probably divorced like me. She smiled and held up a one piece with a peacock print. She held it up to the light. It appeared thin.
"You think this works?" She teased.
"Oh," I said. "Well that certainly is a peacock."
She giggled and muttered something about cock.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Well I was just... I mean..." she stammered. "Well probably too much information."
"Is it about the cock?" I blurted.
"Yes!" She laughed. "Cock! It's been a while. Not peacock mind you. But, you know... man cock!"
Then, out of nowhere we heard, "Are you finding everything okay?" The young man in a red shirt smiled as he spoke. I know he overheard us talking about cock, but he didn't say anything.
"Oh. Um. These?" I asked as I held up the bikinis. I wondered what a guy was doing working in the women's section. I also noticed he was kinda cute. Should I be embarrassed?
"Did you want to try those on?" He asked, but before I could respond he told me the store policy on trying on swimwear etc..
"Sure. Yeah," I said, not really listening. The caffeine was kicking in and my brain was like, "Ya-fuckin-hoo!" and I could feel lots of unnecessary words starting to form in my brain and leak out of my mouth.
"Right back here," he said, showing me the last door on the right. The woman with the peacock suit smiled at me. She had a nice smile, and I noticed she was also kinda milfy, like me.
"Thank you," I said, feeling a bit giddy. Shopping. Cute guy. Coffee. Peacock lady. Okay let's see if these suits fit.
I stripped down to my panties and caught my reflection. With all the stress of late, I seemed to have lost more weight than I had thought. Perhaps it was the lighting. Bull's Eye Department Store probably used flattering lights so people would buy their clothes. Anyway, I looked pretty good for a woman in her 40s.
Suddenly my dressing room door opened. Apparently, I didn't close it all the way. There was a woman standing there. It was the peacock lady.
"Oh so sorry!" She spoke. "The door just sort of opened as I went by."
She said she was sorry, but she didn't seem sorry. In fact, she was ogling me. She did this on purpose. I just knew it. She had that look on her face that I hadn't seen since before I got married. That look I got from that one girl I knew. The only girl I ever got "experimental" with. It was the look of... well I don't know exactly. The precise vocabulary word escaped me.
"You're right," she purred. "I'm not sorry."
"Did I say that out loud?" I whispered. "About the experimental stuff?"
"No," she whispered back placing her finger on my mouth. "But you sure are sexy."