RoperTrace
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Occasionally we're just going through the motions of real life and WHAM, some real life experience gives me an idea for a Lit story.
Today after going out for breakfast with my wife, she asked if I could take her to Hobby Lobby to pick up some supplies for her card-making hobby. Years ago, she'd have gone alone, but now has a mobility problem and walks with a cane. So I always accompany her. The card supplies are at the very back of this large store, so we also take a cart that she can use it to help walk.
We found her supplies and started the trek back to the front check-out stations. We took a slight detour due to store associates bringing large carts of products to place onto the shelves interfering with our route. About half-way there, along the outer wall, an attractive, 40-something Latina woman in a pleated blue dress was trying to put three large ceramic planters into a shopping cart.
She had one pot in her cart, and was bending over trying to lift the 2nd one, while her dress was riding up her thighs. She was in high heels, and had gorgeous, jet-black hair down to her lower back. I asked if she needed help and she said she was waiting for a store associate to help her, but none were available. I placed the 2nd large pot into the first one in the cart, but it was almost taller than this stylish woman. She was going to try and carry the 3rd pot while pushing the cart, and I said, I'd take it up front for her.
My wife just kept going to the check-out with her cart and I told her that I'd meet her up front. So this attractive woman, in a nice dress walked in front of me, with her shapely legs and nice ass leading the way. She asked me to place the planter onto the empty check-out table and gave me a nice, 'Thank you Hon," when I left.
I looked a few check-out aisles over where my wife was standing with a grin, and just shaking her head at me. She never mentioned the entire thing. Years ago, she'd have had some comment, but those days have come and gone it seems.
A story idea was that I was shopping alone, and came upon this same scenario, and offered to help this lady load these heavy pots into her car. She offers to buy me a coffee at the nearby Starbucks, and I counter with why don't I buy us lunch at a local eatery. She says okay and we take it from there.
Today after going out for breakfast with my wife, she asked if I could take her to Hobby Lobby to pick up some supplies for her card-making hobby. Years ago, she'd have gone alone, but now has a mobility problem and walks with a cane. So I always accompany her. The card supplies are at the very back of this large store, so we also take a cart that she can use it to help walk.
We found her supplies and started the trek back to the front check-out stations. We took a slight detour due to store associates bringing large carts of products to place onto the shelves interfering with our route. About half-way there, along the outer wall, an attractive, 40-something Latina woman in a pleated blue dress was trying to put three large ceramic planters into a shopping cart.
She had one pot in her cart, and was bending over trying to lift the 2nd one, while her dress was riding up her thighs. She was in high heels, and had gorgeous, jet-black hair down to her lower back. I asked if she needed help and she said she was waiting for a store associate to help her, but none were available. I placed the 2nd large pot into the first one in the cart, but it was almost taller than this stylish woman. She was going to try and carry the 3rd pot while pushing the cart, and I said, I'd take it up front for her.
My wife just kept going to the check-out with her cart and I told her that I'd meet her up front. So this attractive woman, in a nice dress walked in front of me, with her shapely legs and nice ass leading the way. She asked me to place the planter onto the empty check-out table and gave me a nice, 'Thank you Hon," when I left.
I looked a few check-out aisles over where my wife was standing with a grin, and just shaking her head at me. She never mentioned the entire thing. Years ago, she'd have had some comment, but those days have come and gone it seems.
A story idea was that I was shopping alone, and came upon this same scenario, and offered to help this lady load these heavy pots into her car. She offers to buy me a coffee at the nearby Starbucks, and I counter with why don't I buy us lunch at a local eatery. She says okay and we take it from there.
