norfolklad
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Have there been occasions when you know you missed out on a fuck that you really, really should have had? When a fuck was almost certainly there for the taking but you let it pass by and as soon as you did, you knew that, years after, you were going to wish you'd done things differently. Haven't we all experienced that?
This is the tale of one such occasion. Now tell us yours.
This is the tale of one such occasion. Now tell us yours.
I was out on a cycling trip one hot summer's day. The breeze did little to dispel the growing heat of the day and the shaded benches outside the village pub were far too tempting. I bought a pint, ordered some lunch and went back outside to enjoy the day. A bee buzzed lazily around me, as if to inspect the map I had in front of me and take a view on my chosen route, before deciding that the pub’s flower borders offered greater riches. I relaxed after a long hard morning.
The pub was quiet, basking in the sun, until the silence was broken by the crunch of tyres on the gravel of the car park. Doors slammed and two very attractive forty-somethings, out for a girls’ lunch date, came round the corner and went inside. When they came back out with their drinks they took the table on the far side of the doorway. The excited nature of their conversation suggested that they had a lot to catch up on. I listened in to tales of the things that mutual friends had been up to, not so much intruding on their privacy, I felt, as absorbing the local atmosphere. Finally, one leaned across the table to her friend. Her voice dropped and she exaggerated her lip movements to compensate. I watched her through only slightly averted eyes.
‘I wouldn’t mind some of that,’ she revealed to her friend, casting a glance in my direction, but clearly not appreciating the ease with which I could read her lips.
It wasn’t just a throwaway remark – she really did seem to mean it and, even if the padding in my lycra cycling shorts may have suggested more than I could deliver, I was very fit back in those days with bulging leg muscles that may have hinted at considerable endurance.
The temptation to go over to their table was almost as overpowering as the heat. I tried to think of a suitable introduction but the only ones I managed to come up with sounded inane even to me. I abandoned the idea and went back to the sunshine and my lunch.
An hour later I stopped in the local town to do some shopping. As I turned the corner out of the main square, who should I almost collide with? I couldn’t help bursting into a smile and winking at her and she couldn’t help turning red.
Ships that pass in the night - opportunities lost forever. I'm sure I missed a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon.
The pub was quiet, basking in the sun, until the silence was broken by the crunch of tyres on the gravel of the car park. Doors slammed and two very attractive forty-somethings, out for a girls’ lunch date, came round the corner and went inside. When they came back out with their drinks they took the table on the far side of the doorway. The excited nature of their conversation suggested that they had a lot to catch up on. I listened in to tales of the things that mutual friends had been up to, not so much intruding on their privacy, I felt, as absorbing the local atmosphere. Finally, one leaned across the table to her friend. Her voice dropped and she exaggerated her lip movements to compensate. I watched her through only slightly averted eyes.
‘I wouldn’t mind some of that,’ she revealed to her friend, casting a glance in my direction, but clearly not appreciating the ease with which I could read her lips.
It wasn’t just a throwaway remark – she really did seem to mean it and, even if the padding in my lycra cycling shorts may have suggested more than I could deliver, I was very fit back in those days with bulging leg muscles that may have hinted at considerable endurance.
The temptation to go over to their table was almost as overpowering as the heat. I tried to think of a suitable introduction but the only ones I managed to come up with sounded inane even to me. I abandoned the idea and went back to the sunshine and my lunch.
An hour later I stopped in the local town to do some shopping. As I turned the corner out of the main square, who should I almost collide with? I couldn’t help bursting into a smile and winking at her and she couldn’t help turning red.
Ships that pass in the night - opportunities lost forever. I'm sure I missed a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon.