This is a fantasy that I'd love to play out. This is the first story that I've written in the third person, your comments are appreciated.
As always my grateful thanks are extended to WhiteWave48 for her invaluable help with the editing.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.
Dave Wardle was bored. It wasn't that he didn't like shopping - given the right location and objective he'd enjoy it. It was just that today was the first day of the Rugby World Cup and it was a Saturday, so Cheshire Oaks was heaving and they were shopping for clothes for his wife.
It seemed that every item she tried on was too big, too small, too patterned, or too plain.
They'd been here for an hour now, after taking 45 minutes to find somewhere to park and all Dave wanted to do was to slope off to McDonalds and get something to eat.
Presently they were in "Next to Nothing", the place teeming with teenage girls squealing about pink accessories and people who really shouldn't be allowed out without their keepers!
Dave was gazing across the rows of discount clothes when he saw a woman on the other side of the store. She looked to be as bored as him, staring into space while her other half held up a series of what could only be described as garish shirts for her approval. One after another, she nodded at them in the time-honoured tradition of the bored shopper's help, trying desperately to get out of there.
She looked up and caught Dave's eye. He gave her a small eyebrow shrug and a smile, indicating solidarity with a fellow soul lost for the next couple of hours. She smiled back at him.
"Hmm," Dave thought to him, "she's quite fit."
Looking up again, Dave found that she was staring at him too. Embarrassed, he quickly turned himself away, slightly ashamed that she'd seen him looking, and a little excited that she'd appeared to be checking him out too.
His wife took him by the arm and guided him out of the store, muttering something about looking in another shop across the road.
He followed her through the doors and gave a quick glance behind him to see if the woman was still there. She was, and she gave him a wink as she caught his eye again.
In the next shop Dave's wife again stared rifling through hangers of clothes. Dave found himself looking towards the door to see if he could see the other woman walk by. Better than that, he saw her guide her fella into the shop.
They started walking towards Dave and her fella walked behind him. She followed. As they squeezed behind him he felt a pair of hands on his buttocks, just moving him out of the way.
"Excuse me," she murmured as she went past.
"No problem," Dave replied.
Did he dream that?
His wife still engrossed in the clothes racks Dave took the opportunity to check out his new "friend".
She was about his age, or early thirties, with long dark hair falling over her shoulders. She was wearing knee length black boots, a skirt which reached just to her knees, and a pain brown T-shirt. She looked very pretty, and Dave could see that she had a lovely arse in the tight skirt.
She turned and saw him looking at her again, smiled, then turned and whispered something on her fella's ear. He nodded and she left towards the doors. Dave watched her leave the shop and turn into the bookshop next door.
What to do? Hs wife was engrossed in the clothes and probably would be for the next half an hour.
"Sweetheart, I'm going to look for a book and some shorts to take with us? I'll meet you by the car in half and hour."
"Fine," she replied, not really bothering to look up.
Dave gave her a kiss, left the shop and entered the bookshop next door.
