SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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My wife and I did the drive north today to check on my parents place. It was hot up there but we got the work that needed to be done finished. When we were done my wife decided that seeing as we were so close we should head a littl further north and take a look around Cocoa Beach. I was willing.
We got up there and after a quick bite to eat from a street vendor looked around. We ended up in Ron Jon's. Now this is their main store, and by far their largest. It was, to say the least interesting. This is the only store I have been in that welcomes people straight from the beach. (No shirt, no shoes no worries. They have one dollar Flip Flops at the door.) Walking around inside there was a ton of people wearng just their bathing suits and cheap Flips.
My wife found a couple of Bikini's she liked and a quick dry bathing suit for me.
When we were done in the store we headed over to the beach to check it out. We walked the beach among the surprising number of people there. Mainly teenaged Beach Bunnies and their micro hunks. Then we saw this absolutely beautiful woman wallking along the beach. She didn't walk, she strutted. She didn't move over the beach, she commanded it.
As she came down the beach you could watch the heads turning. The Micro Hunks started buffing their useless boards and profiling. (Useless because the seas were a mere one foot.) It spread out from her like the shockwave from an explosion.
When she got closer to my wife and me my wife commented that she was a very good looking woman, to which I admitted thinking the same thing. Yes she was a woman, as I saw when she got closer. When she was close enough to us for me to get a good look at her I realised she was my age.
Then I realised something else. She was checking us out even as I was checking her out. When she went by I waited a beat before glancing back and saw her checking us out from behind. I started laughing and told my wife about this.
After a bit more walking we turned around and sure enough we met her on the way back. This time she didn't give me the satisfaction of looking back at her. She stopped infront of us and slowly turned around with a small grin on her face. That was it, we started talking.
We wandered up the beach to a local watering hole where we sat and talked while having a drink and a light snack. (Diced Languistino wrapped in Bacon, breaded and Deep Fried.)
It turns out she was here on vacation, visiting her son and his wife. She was here from California and today was of course her last day. (We did exchange E-Mail Addies though.)
Damn but she was a good looking woman.
Cat
We got up there and after a quick bite to eat from a street vendor looked around. We ended up in Ron Jon's. Now this is their main store, and by far their largest. It was, to say the least interesting. This is the only store I have been in that welcomes people straight from the beach. (No shirt, no shoes no worries. They have one dollar Flip Flops at the door.) Walking around inside there was a ton of people wearng just their bathing suits and cheap Flips.
My wife found a couple of Bikini's she liked and a quick dry bathing suit for me.
When we were done in the store we headed over to the beach to check it out. We walked the beach among the surprising number of people there. Mainly teenaged Beach Bunnies and their micro hunks. Then we saw this absolutely beautiful woman wallking along the beach. She didn't walk, she strutted. She didn't move over the beach, she commanded it.
As she came down the beach you could watch the heads turning. The Micro Hunks started buffing their useless boards and profiling. (Useless because the seas were a mere one foot.) It spread out from her like the shockwave from an explosion.
When she got closer to my wife and me my wife commented that she was a very good looking woman, to which I admitted thinking the same thing. Yes she was a woman, as I saw when she got closer. When she was close enough to us for me to get a good look at her I realised she was my age.
Then I realised something else. She was checking us out even as I was checking her out. When she went by I waited a beat before glancing back and saw her checking us out from behind. I started laughing and told my wife about this.
After a bit more walking we turned around and sure enough we met her on the way back. This time she didn't give me the satisfaction of looking back at her. She stopped infront of us and slowly turned around with a small grin on her face. That was it, we started talking.
We wandered up the beach to a local watering hole where we sat and talked while having a drink and a light snack. (Diced Languistino wrapped in Bacon, breaded and Deep Fried.)
It turns out she was here on vacation, visiting her son and his wife. She was here from California and today was of course her last day. (We did exchange E-Mail Addies though.)
Damn but she was a good looking woman.
Cat
