It was a rainy evening and after dinner my wife decided she wanted to buy groceries. I complained Friday night was usually the busiest night, next to Saturday. Argument lost. As she did not like driving after sundown, especially in the rain, it meant I was going too.
I eyed the clock; 6:30 -- without any unforeseen hang-ups we would be home easily by 8:30, 8:45 at the latest.
There is one bright side to buying groceries, which is ......girl watching. I like most all women, but redheads in particular because I married one, natural of course. A collar matches cuff thing!
Now! At 64, not getting enough pussy, my self-esteem sliding into oblivion, I had years earlier started playing a game: Select a woman whom appealed to me and catch her eye and elicit a smile from her as we passed on any given aisle.
It's well documented that a person can detect when, or if, they are being watched. My game required tact and stealth. Tact, in not to appear staring and make the "look" friendly and happenstance. I have been playing this game so long that I could write a small book on the times it has worked. I am not a particularly handsome man, though my wife thinks so but she's prejudice, but I do have blue eyes, white hair and a warm knowing smile.
And lets not forget; the stealth not to get caught by my wife by knowing where she is at all times.
On this rainy Friday night there was an abundance of the fairer sex but few that appealed to me. I still gazed at their attributes but found little to cause my heart to thump.
Then I saw her at the far end of an aisle coming my way.
Shoulder length dark hair, almost black, about my height 5'9", maybe 5'10", khaki pants and dark long sleeve sweater.
At a distance, her hair appeared to need combing but now, as she came nearer one could tell it was slightly curly. Letting my eyes wander, my wife 6 feet or more behind me studying foodstuff, I noted brown eyes and strong features, modest sized breasts that were pointed and a belly so insignificant it barely registered a notice. I could not deem her pretty or cute, just sexually attractive with a serious, unsmiling presents. I aged her in late 30s, maybe 40-41.
As she passed, I turned slowly catching sight of my wife first in my peripheral vision. She still picking an item, I considered the lady's posterior. I compare all female's ass to my wife's perfect ass. The lady in question was a bit wider and flatter but I deemed it perfection.
On the next aisle, my wife in front of me, I looked straight at the lady when she was about 25' from me, shifted my eyes away, then, straight at her at about 10', holding for a long moment. I felt certain she was aware of my interest. On the next aisle, my wife barely a half step ahead to my right, I waited until the woman was no more than 7' away. I gazed straight at her. This time she met my eyes and she smiled an acknowledgement. I returned her smile. My wife was looking down to her right.
Mission accomplished! My ego brightened!
On the next aisle my wife was quite a distance away getting hamburger. I waited a third of the way down the aisle. I saw the lady coming but turned away to view my wife. The woman stopped her cart across from me and crossed the aisle stopping at the front of my cart. She said to my back, "You seem interested? Would you like to talk price? " Not quite in a whisper.
I turned partially to see her studying the soup cans. Her voice was pleasant enough but it brought to mind the high-pitched voice of the dark-haired model in the Victoria's Secret commercials. They never should have let that girl speak on camera.
"Yes. I certainly would." I reply softly.
"Call me." She said, placing a piece of paper on top of a can. "My name is Janet."
"My name is Press. Short for Preston."
The woman continued on past me, as I looked for the location of my wife. I assessed her backside one more time. Not seeing my wife, I quickly retrieved the piece of paper from the can and stuffed it into my pocket. I looked for Janet through the next three aisles but did not see her again in the store.
Monday I called the number between the hours she had written on the paper.
"Hello."
"Janet?"
"Yes."
"This is Press. Is this a good time?"
"Do you always stare at women in stores?" She said nonchalantly with no challenge in her tone. "With your wife so nearby?"
"One stares at something unusual or odd. One gazes on something lovely or appealing.
"I can't argue with that reasoning, I suppose.
"Did I make you uncomfortable?" I queried, wanting to know if I needed to change something in my game.
"No. Not really. I knew your eyes were on me. I knew you wanted me to return your look." She replied.
"I don't really know how to express this." I began. "Are you an escort?"
"A housewife." She answered. "A happily married housewife, but my husband is having a little financial troubles in his construction business. A very close girlfriend told me a few weeks ago how I could make money on the side. I love my husband very much but I'm tired of not having any spending money. I have this "to do list". There are school clothes and items that are big-ticket items. I know things will turn around soon but it's still going to be some time before I can asked him for a large amount of money to throw away on things."
"And you thought a married man would be the smart way to go? Do you have a thing for older men?
"To be honest, I was scared to death, but yes that's what my girlfriend suggested. You and your wife seem to be a loving couple. I saw her ask you for a kiss. I am aware of how my mother treats my father. According to her, she's not much interested in sex anymore. Are you happily married?"
"Very much so. But I'm not getting a whole lot of pussy as you rightly surmised. Have you done this before?"
"No, like I told you, my girlfriend only just said something about it a couple of weeks ago. I was complaining about my list. I had actually dismissed the notion until I saw you staring, I mean, gazing at me. Have you ever been unfaithful to your wife?"
"No. Not in 40+ years. I play a game like I did with you. I have gotten a lot of women to smile at me but not a one that did what you did. So, how much do you think your worth and what are you offering? "
"My girlfriend charged $800. I'm a little flexible with that, but I will admit I saw you getting out of a late model Cadillac. I don't like oral sex or would ever consider anal and a condom is preferred, I suppose." She answered. "Positions etc. are entirely up to you."
"A little clarification. You don't like giving oral sex and you don't like receiving it!" I quizzed.
"I love getting it, of course."
"Is this acceptable? I love giving oral. If you have never been unfaithful and I have never been unfaithful the chances of either of us having something is very small. I have been snipped so lets do away with the rubber. And, since we are being honest, Janet, I haven't had any pussy in about four months. Occasionally, I have had trouble keeping it hard for any length of time. The last time it worked fine. I may never get it in you. So, if we are of one mind so far, I have one last question. Do you like sex? Are you going to be passive? That's two, isn't it?"
"Yes. I like sex. And when the lights go out, Press, I even like to fuck."
