It was my day off, I had no plans, so slept in; a self-regenerating day, just a relaxing, I had coffee sitting on the sofa naked. It looked nice out, so I decided on a stroll to the local bistro for a late morning lunch.
I dressed casually, a baby blue, button up blouse and jean cut-offs.
It was pleasantly warm, beautiful blue skies, light breeze; instead of sitting in the bistro, I meandered to the nearby park.
I walked a short distance, across a bridge over a small stream, to a bench under a large tree, located at the intersection of several paths, I sat there, it was serene, the fragrance of lilacs wafting in the air.
I sipped my drink between bites of my pastry. I began paying attention to several people walking the park, some with dogs, couples holding hands, power walkers with earbuds, Moms with baby carriages, a few cyclists, most appeared happy, relaxed. Many nod or offer a simple gesture of greeting as they pass.
I found myself playing a game I just invented; rating them, my initial perception in categories like body language, appearance, attitude, friendliness, stress level, awareness of surroundings (I have an aversion to people texting instead of relaxing, enjoying nature). It becomes a real relaxing, fun experience.
I think I should have lunch here regularly, become a people watcher, I would truly enjoy having simple conversations with other park enthusiasts.
My lunch finished long ago, I check my watch, gee, I've been here nearly 2 hours; I best get going, I gather my cup and wraps, to place in a garbage bin by the bridge.
I notice, what appears to be a very sexy female strolling over the bridge towards me, she is alone, even from this distance, I could tell she had a great body, I was intrigued, as she gets closer, she appears quite attractive, possibly my first 10 rating.
Long, black cotton knit dress with white piping around all the edges, she swayed seductively as the distance between us diminished, a purposeful gait. The fabric was snug, clinging to her body, it accentuated her voluptuous curves. I'm drawn the side slit; her entire right leg comes into view with each stride, as she nears.
My initial scan shows no panty line, and no bra, there are slight nipple protrusions, poking the snug material. She's not a tall, slim model, average height, solid, big boned, no excess fat, unless you consider large boobs as fat, as she's well-endowed in that department; a blonde 'Betty Boop' comes to mind,
She is dark blonde, wavy, past her broad shoulders; white, untanned skin. Our eyes meet, hers are a grey shade of blue, they sparkle with a sense of teasing, playfulness. We exchange smiles; her white teeth surrounded by full lips, a prominent cheekbone, and dimples, quite attractive; indeed.
The lack of make-up indicates to me a confidence in herself; I always preferred natural beauty, and people who feel good enough about themselves to go in public showing their true beauty.
She was attractive, curvaceous, luscious, elegantly sexy, in a motherly way, not the media forced beauty of a model or celebrity. I most admired her full figure softness, someone that would be my preference to snuggle up with on a cold winter night, oh hell, any time!
Her large round breasts so inviting, pillowy soft, beckoning to nestle between, huggable hips and a firm, flat, tight tummy. I assure you; I'd find it very difficult to fall asleep, with her beside me.
I'm considering a 10 or at least a 9.5... I'm rating her overall appearance and the sensuous, erotic vibe I'm getting. All this data is gathered in a matter of seconds.
As she was passing, my eyes were focused on her bare thigh, the dress slit was up to her waist, no panty side visible, so she either had a thong, or was commando; I was hoping for a wardrobe malfunction to afford me a pussy peek. You can call me a pervert, but I believe most women want to be looked at, ogled;... whether they admit it or not... that's why they expend so much time and money... 'getting ready'... dressing provocatively and to make themselves prettier before ever leaving their domain.
Alas, I wasn't rewarded with anything more than I was already admiring. She stops, almost as an afterthought, as she was slightly past me. Realizing she stopped, I twist, look up, our eyes connect; she spoke first, complimenting me on the selection of my shady resting place on such a nice day; a very pleasant, wholesome, demeanor, a soft, melodical, rather calming voice.
"Thank you for stopping," I replied, "people seldom converse with strangers these days, everyone's in a hurry or caught up in their own stuff." I nod, with a smile; I gesture her to sit. "Please, if you have time, sit a spell." She smiled, without hesitation, sat on the bench. Definitely a 10.
I complimented her on her beauty, she graciously responding. "Thank you, as are you."
We engaged in a basic, pleasant conversation about the weather and the park, for several moments.
"I'm an off-duty detective, how about you?"
"I was a nurse for several years;" She shared, "I was recently promoted to an office job." That explains her wholesome friendly attitude and amiable bedside mannerism. Through further conversation, I discovered she grew up on a farm, longing to escape; knowing in her early teens she was destined to get away from the farm, a strong desire to be a city gal.
She emanated a fun, spontaneous, alluring, aura.
"Me too, I'm from Kansas."
She twisted toward me, crossed her legs, the dress flopped, totally exposing her right leg, she grasped the hem and replaced it to cover her leg; my eyes weren't quick enough to catch the flash; elevating my curiosity.
"I 'tried marriage', it was rather brief, my hubby became overly jealous of my best friend; I don't know why I married him in the first place, and ya, so no regrets."
{I read between the lines; hubby jealous of best friend.}
We continue chatting revealing she never had children, to the ambivalence of her mother.
I boldly asked, "Are you in a current relationship?"
She, looked away, evasive, I sensed I might have over stepped, crossed a line of privacy with someone I just met, maybe a sore topic. I decided not to push the issue, I'd let it percolate, and hopefully she'll maybe take the initiative.
With a stoic, blank expression. "Well kinda."
Unsure if I should pursue this avenue, I made a joke about one of my ex-boyfriends and we exchanged some joking banter about former relationships.
At this juncture I felt a vibe, a connection, so I candidly confessed.
"I'm happily married, we have an open relationship; I'm Bisexual, all our friends, swing." I watched carefully to gauge her response.
Her eyes lit up, "Bisexual?" she excitedly commented rather than quizzed, then much more relaxed she continued. "My girlfriend, well kinda, unsure of our current relationship status;" she sighed. "She is still in the picture, whenever I go home." I detect her demeanor change, she turns her body toward me, this time when the dress falls, she leaves her leg exposed; but still hiding what I yearn to see. She rests her arm on the back of the bench; I did read her right; she is definitely more relaxed with me now; her body language, unconsciously portraying she's being fully receptive.
She however also seemed distracted, likely thinking of her girlfriend back on the farm, she purses her lips, fakes a grin. I read this as a troubled long-distance relationship.
