"What the hell are you doing?!"
I jerked in my seat and looked to my left at the stocky mid-thirties blonde standing just behind the driver's side window on my truck. "Right about now I'm being glad that I didn't drink any more coffee this morning. If it is any of your business I am girl watching. I like to look at pretty legs and this is a good place to watch."
"Girl watching, with a pair of binoculars?!"
"Of course with binoculars, that makes it so that I can see a nice pair of legs far away without having to get out of my truck."
"Well don't you think that that is very intrusive and more than a little creepy?"
"Look here Missy, I don't hurt anyone. I am only looking at what the women are displaying. I don't peep into bedrooms or sneak around stairways or anything like that. I am totally harmless and just enjoy the sight of a pretty pair of legs. What is the harm in that?"
"Well, when you put it that way, I guess there is no harm in it. I'm sorry that I startled you." With that she turned away and headed to the doorway into Target. I thought I heard her mumble something about 'at least he won't be looking at me.'
She obviously didn't know me at all. Sure she was a little stocky, but her legs had good definition and there was no extra flesh on them or her ankles. As she got a little ways away I put the binoc's on her and watched the roll of her hips as she disappeared into the store.
I was spending time at my favorite spot in front of Target. I'm not sure what it is about that store, but 90% of the customers are women, and in North Carolina in the summer most of the women wear shorts or short skirts. I still had some time to kill till my Niece got done at the doctor's office. I was her transportation during her pregnancy and I was waiting for her to call when she was done. I would take her to the doc, but I refused to go in with her. This store was only a few minutes away so it was a convenient place to wait.
I was still there when the stocky blonde came back out. I pulled the binoc's up and watched as she approached. She was wearing low heels and shorts and the ankles were definitely attractive. She got close to me and I dropped the binoculars and got a good look at her angry face.
"Now you are making fun of me" she said angrily. "Maybe I should call the police on a pervert in a white pickup?"
"Now why would you want to do that, and what do you mean making fun of you?"
"You were looking at me with those binoculars. You said that you liked to look at pretty girls. That doesn't include me."
"Come on now young lady. You may not be an anorexic runway model, but you are most certainly pretty. Most women and girls are pretty in some way and I am an equal opportunity admirer." I plead temporary insanity for what I said next. "Just because your hips and shoulders are a little wider than normal doesn't mean that I wouldn't love to have your legs wrapped around my head."
She got a shocked look on her face and backed away quickly.
"I'm sorry Miss. Please don't be mad at me for being honest."
She stopped and looked at me. "Did you mean it? You would do that?"
"Boy would I." My wife of 30 years had died 3 years ago and I had never gotten enough. She was not very much into sex for the last 10 years or so and I was not one to force the issue. "There are very few women I wouldn't do that with. I bet you are a real live wire in bed. Your husband must be very happy."
"I'm not married, and when I was my husband wouldn't do that."
"Idiots show up everywhere. My sincerest apologies Miss. Lovely young women like you shouldn't be alone."
"Not your fault. Isn't your wife likely to object to you propositioning women in the parking lot?"
"She passed away so is unlikely to say anything." I have no idea why I was being so crass. She just seemed to trip my trigger.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I need to think about this. Is there some way I could contact you?"
I couldn't believe that she was even going to consider it. I rummaged around in the consol and found one of my old business cards. I took a black marker and crossed out everything but my name and cell number. She had come back to my truck and I handed the card to her. "My name is Walter Simmons and I am available most of the time, I'm retired."
"Do you really think that I am pretty?"
Just then my phone went off. "Yes I do, but right now I have somewhere I need to be. If you would like to talk more, or anything else, please call me."
With that I started my truck and pulled away. My Niece Melissa was waiting for me in front of the doctor's office and after I pulled up, she awkwardly put her bloated self in with me.
"Hello Uncle Walt. Thanks for taking me again. I know it's silly, but I don't feel right trying to drive with my belly sticking out so much. I really appreciate all you are doing for me."
"Think nothing of it Mel. You're all the family I have left and I'm glad to help. Same time next week?"