I decided I should take a break from my self-absorbed reporting of my life story to tell about something that happened on Sunday. I was on an errand to Home Depot when I happened to observe an attractive couple walking down one of the aisles. Although they were older - fifties, or maybe sixties - the only way I can characterize their behavior is that of a couple teenagers out on a date. They couldn't keep their hands off each other, and kept whispering in each others' ears, laughing. He was tall, while she was petite, so either she stood on her tiptoes, or he would lean over, to keep their exchanges for the other's ear only.
As I happen to like seeing that sort of thing, I hung back to watch as unobtrusively as possible, half hidden at the end of the aisle. Something she whispered seemed to shock him, perhaps more feigned than real. After first glancing quickly around to see that they were alone - not carefully enough, obviously, as I could see them - he gave her bottom a solid smack with his hand. She gasped, then smirked, and then took her own turn to look around for observers. I ducked out of view.
A minute later the two of them came walking up the aisle, heading past me to the check out, with him carrying a can of paint. As they neared me, she gave me a sly smile, causing me to giggle. The woman whispered again to her man as they reached the cashier's station. He then turned around, taking a moment to check me out.
I headed off to find what I had been sent for. By the time I got back to the front of the store they were long gone.
When I returned home with my purchase, naturally I had to interrupt the project-of-the-day to give my fiance a full account of what I had seen. This could lead to but one thing, or rather two things. First, I took a lengthy turn over his lap getting a delicious bottom-warming, after which we satisfied the other urges that always seem to emerge in those circumstances. Only then did we get back to the rather mundane home improvement project.
As I happen to like seeing that sort of thing, I hung back to watch as unobtrusively as possible, half hidden at the end of the aisle. Something she whispered seemed to shock him, perhaps more feigned than real. After first glancing quickly around to see that they were alone - not carefully enough, obviously, as I could see them - he gave her bottom a solid smack with his hand. She gasped, then smirked, and then took her own turn to look around for observers. I ducked out of view.
A minute later the two of them came walking up the aisle, heading past me to the check out, with him carrying a can of paint. As they neared me, she gave me a sly smile, causing me to giggle. The woman whispered again to her man as they reached the cashier's station. He then turned around, taking a moment to check me out.
I headed off to find what I had been sent for. By the time I got back to the front of the store they were long gone.
When I returned home with my purchase, naturally I had to interrupt the project-of-the-day to give my fiance a full account of what I had seen. This could lead to but one thing, or rather two things. First, I took a lengthy turn over his lap getting a delicious bottom-warming, after which we satisfied the other urges that always seem to emerge in those circumstances. Only then did we get back to the rather mundane home improvement project.