I had been out running errands and had stopped by the fish store to pick up some live brine for the critters in my salt-water tank. While they were bagging the brine I was wandering the aisles and looking at the livestock they had. I'd just lost my Cuban Hog and was looking for something to replace him with when I noticed a girl up by the front of the store. She was short, maybe four foot seven or so, and she couldn't see the fish in the top level of tanks. She would walk to a tank, jump up to see what was in the top tank and then move to the next one.
As she worked her way toward me I saw that she wasn't a little girl, she was a short woman - a short woman with a killer body. Waist I could probably get my hands around, nice ass, good rack and a great face. I've been known to be a little on the impulsive side so I moved up behind her and the next time she jumped I put my hands on her waist, lifted her at the same time lowering myself, and when I stood up she was sitting on my shoulders. Even though I couldn't see her since she was behind my head I said, "You were wearing me out with all that jumping. Just tell me where you want to go."
Surprisingly, she wasn't beating me on the head with her purse. Instead a laughing voice said, "Down the rest of this aisle and then the other two and I'll have seen it all."
For the next ten minutes I walked her around and she got to look into all the top tanks and finally she said that I could put her down. I eased her down and she said, "That was interesting. Do you know that you are the only man who has had his head between my legs since I married my husband?" Then, almost as an afterthought, she added "And even he doesn't do it much."
I grinned at her and said, "Hey, it's too bad you were not wearing a skirt. If you had been I still would have done it, but I would have faced the other way."
She made a face, "Yeah, yeah, you guys all talk a good game, but none of you ever follow through."
It was interesting the way the conversation was going and I wanted to continue it so I said, "Buy you a cup of coffee at Lucy's?"
Lucy's was the coffee shop just next door to the fish store. She looked at her watch and said, "Sure, why not. I've got time for a cup."
We got our coffee and sat down at a table in the back and she said, "Can you tell me what is the compulsion that makes men hint most about what they really least want to do?"
I looked at her, trying to figure out where she was going with the conversation and she went on, "Oh I know I shouldn't have been 'Little Miss Smart Mouth' back there with the head between the legs comment, but then you didn't hesitate to jump in with 'face the other way' comment. My point is that men talk about it all the time, until you ask them to do it and then they run the other way and hide."
I shrugged, "You've just been unlucky and have meet all the wrong guys."
She gave a short laugh, "You know how many guys I've known who have said things like, "She is so fine she can sit on my face anytime" or "She's just too fine to screw. That's pure eating pussy?"
Her language caught me by surprise and I quickly looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear us. She didn't seem to notice and she went on "Guys know that women want it and so they make statements like those thinking to get in the woman's good graces and when they do all of a sudden they forget what they said."
Again I shrugged, "I can't speak for all men, only myself."
She got an evil grin on her face, "And speaking for yourself, you do it all the time, right?"
