I was leaving the store parking lot when I saw her.
From what I had seen she was a lady in her late sixties, white hair, driving a large pick-up truck. What had got my attention was her magnificent thick arms and shoulders, and the impression that she was filling up her cabin.
I'm close to 60, single and I love full figure ladies, especially over 50. A wide 60 years old lady is to me the equivalent of some young skinny porn star for others.
I also remembered an intelligent face, white hair, bare forehead, discreet glasses. Unfortunately I was already in the line leading to the red light coming out of the parking lot when I saw her. I could not really turn around then; I had to get out of the parking lot.
But I also had to come back and see her. I went a little bit further and found an area to do a U-turn, and came back. By the time I was in the parking lot I couldn't find her; I was not even sure of the exact color of her pick-up truck. There were several who could fit the one in my memory; parked in front of different stores, the usual New-England assortment, Price Shopper, a hardware store, a pizza place, etc... I could position myself to see all the entrances and wait until she got out. But then what?... was I going to follow her car and stalk her? There would not be any opportunity to start a conversation.
So I decided to take my chances and assume that she was going to the grocery store, thereby running the risk of missing her. I parked my car and got into the store. I walked through the aisles, pretending that I was looking for somebody, which was easy as it was exactly what I was doing. I went through the store several times without finding her at first all excited by the hunt. I went outside to see if I would have better luck in other stores... fat old lady MIA... One of the pick-up trucks I had noticed and which could been hers was gone. I figured out I had lost her, too bad!
But I actually needed something, so I went back inside to get it. I hesitated between two brand names and then I heard a female voice behind me.
- Did you find who you were looking for?
I turned around and who was there but the very lady. Had she noticed what I was doing, and was the hunter hunted? No she could not have had any idea that I was looking for her.
- Sorry for prying. I had noticed you before; you seemed to be looking frantically for somebody. I take it you didn't find who you were looking for...
- ...
- But don't mind an old lady.
She smiled and she was about to leave me.
- Actually I found who I was looking for... a charming lady...
- Young man you are correct if you think flattery will lead you somewhere.
She giggled while saying that. It was a hot day and she was only wearing a loose pink T-Shirt. Her bra seemed to be loosely fitted; every time she moved or laughed, I could see the effect on her big drooping boobs trembling in the T-shirt. And the shirt was very wide at the top, allowing me to see the start of her wide soft shoulders from the neck on.
But what was really turning me on, was very round and soft arms filling up the short sleeve. Nothing loose here, the arms were pushing hard on the fabric even though the size of the shirt was very wide, probably allowing close to 8 inches in diameter, my large hand would have been barely able to circle around half of one arm. I was trying not to be too obvious in my lust for her.
Luckily we were alone in our aisle and we could continue flirting but I was wondering how to keep it going when she said...
- Would you do me a big favor? It's not fun shopping alone; would you accompany me?... if you are not in a hurry. And then you can help me put my groceries in my pick-up... But I don't want to exaggerate.
- Not at all, It will be my pleasure.
Things were starting very well. We shopped together; and while doing so we exchanged introduction and pleasantries. I learned that her name was Grace, she lived in this very town with her husband. They were retired. Well too bad that there was a husband, but we could still be friends and I could dream of her.
I told her about my own home, in an even smaller town 15 minutes away; and of my single status. She made some remarks about it.
- A handsome man like you, single?...
- Yes for now... but it can change.
- Are you divorced?
- Yes, I have been divorced for a while.
- Do you have a girlfriend?... Oh I'm sorry, I'm being rude, prying again like this.
- No I don't mind at all. No I don't have a girlfriend... nor a boyfriend.
She giggled again. I loved the sound of her giggling. It seemed like it was genuine; she was having a good time, found things funny and expressed it without restraint nor pretense. Plus I was enjoying watching her big body shaking in the process.
- Well I sure know plenty of women who would love to catch you.
- You're too kind. Too bad you're not single yourself.
- Oh I'm way too old for you.
- Not at all.
and after checking that no one was around, came close to her and whispered in her ear...
- I find you very attractive, you know.
She blushed this time.
She was finally done and we got to the cashier very happy with each other. She paid for her shopping, insisting on paying for my own. I accepted.. And we walked to her truck. I did put all her groceries bags in the back of the truck and then we got ready to say good bye. It was obvious that we wanted to keep in touch but neither of us dared say the word. Finally I said with a big smile.
- I enjoyed very much the time spent with you.
- Well me too. Do you care to do it again?
- Absolutely.
- I'm going to give you my phone number, and then you can call me and make a "shopping" date.
- That sounds great and I'll give you mine too.
We gave each other our information and we said good bye, now feeling better about not having lost the connection completely, but still unsure whether we were going to see each other again.
I came back home and relished the time passed with her, thinking of her huge fat arms, her large frame, her thick ass, her wide chest. I dreamed about a passionate embrace with her in my bed and did this several nights in a row.
And then I waited hoping for her phone call; and I waited and I waited... Three weeks passed. I had almost called her several times but had stopped just before dialing every time. What was I going to tell her, how was I going to sound? And mostly what if I called and got the husband? Finally the desire to touch those thick soft arms became stronger than my hesitations and I did dial without thinking about it any further.
- Hello...
A male voice, what do I do?...
- Good afternoon, my name is Mitch Durand. May I speak with Grace Loving please.
I sounded like a telemarketer!
- Well... may I ask what this is about.
- Yes of course.
And I plunged...
- I met Grace while shopping at a Price Chopper's three weeks ago, and we had exchanged phone numbers. I hope I'm not disturbing...
I said that while stumbling on my words like a teenager calling a girl's parents for the first time, not sure that it was the best way to deal with this man who was very likely to be Grace's husband.
- Yes now I do remember. Grace had told me about you. She had hesitated to call you. I'm sure she's going to be thrilled to be hearing from you.
"told me about you"... "thrilled"... that was certainly not the husband's reaction I was expected.
