There is something about the "average woman" that turns me on. You know the type, she blends into a crow and is over looked by most. She has a kid or two and has put on a few extra pounds. Her husband has been ignoring her for years, or perhaps she is divorced, you know the type.
I am now older soon to be 33, more experienced and I have been heartbroken. As a result I see things differently than most men. I enjoy paying attention to those women, talking to them, exploring their fantasies. It has become my new quest in life, to revitalize all of the neglected women, help them feel again. I plan to have a lot of fun doing this and I will share my adventures with you.
This story is about a 40 something year old woman who is named Lisa. She is the manager of a local grocery store in the town where I live. I requested to speak to a manager when I purchased some French bread from the bakery that I later discovered had mold on it. Of course I did not have my receipt and the young dumb high school age cashier was not of much assistance.
He called for the manager and this woman appeared, I felt it right away. She was about 5ft 8in and about 175lbs. Her short shoulder length black hair had some grey in it but, her cute face resembled Beverly D'Angelo, the mom from National Lampoon's Vacation. Her body and curves were hidden by an ugly navy blue and white store uniform she had on. Her crystal blue eyes looked at me and ever so politely she asked, "Can I help you sir?"
My anger level started to reduce, my focus was on Lisa. "Yes you may help me mamma, this bread is no good and I do not have my receipt, I would like to replace it would that be ok," I asked in my professional voice. "I purchased it last night and it is no good," I continued to explain.
She showed no emotion while explaining, "Sir that is not our Normal store policy, but I can help you this time...I remember you shopping here yesterday...you were in some type of uniform correct?"
I was shocked that she had remembered me, I had never seen her but this proves that you never know who has eyes are on you. We walked over to the service counter and she got a few forms. I was walking behind her and I quickly peeked at her butt while enjoying the sent of her perfume.
"If you will fill this section out for me I will process your refund sir," she seemed so cold and disconnected. I could tell that she had done this many times before and to her this was just another transaction.
"I do not need a refund mamma...you do not have to waste your time on all that paper work," I was trying to strike up conversation.
"What would you like sir," once again her response was distant and she seemed to be growing frustrated with me.
I had to do something and I am the bold type with nothing to lose. "I would like a new loaf of French bread, a half of pound of Swiss cheese and," speaking very confidently waiting until I had her attention. She looked at me with her crystal blue eyes waiting for me to finish my statement.
"And a nice smile from a beautiful woman like yourself is all I want," my words were clear and well articulated.
She was shocked and laughed while shaking her head, "You must really want that bread and cheese huh?"
"No I just really want you to smile at me," I responded sounding more serious than before.
"Stop flirting I am old enough to be your auntie, or even your mother....how old are you young man?" she asked with a bit of curiosity and authority in her voice.
"I am an Officer and a gentleman who follows the golden rule...don't ask don't tell," I was quick to respond.
"What are you some Lieutenant fresh out of college," she questioned?
"No I am a Captain," I boldly and firmly corrected her.
"EXCUSE ME, I hope I did not offend you Captain."
