23.3.22


she was a big girl

she was twothree inches taller than him

he was six foot

blonde hair wavyalmost curls

the thingbout big girls is that even if proportionally their breasts look small theyre still huge

she had the backend of a quarter horse big muscular  could probably shove a beer bottle in it crank down pry its cap off
    thumbs up all good 

he liked women who looked like they could beat him in a fistfight

then if he got into a fight shed have his back

women dont run they step up

theyre fearless

he couldnt say that about most guys

he had scars to prove it


he reallyreally liked her huge redrimmed sunglasses

 

she was ahead of him in line

he had a couple items

she turned saw what little he had tipped her glass down on her nose he saw her bright blue eyes they were related everyone who had blue eyes came from a common ancestor  that was long enough ago so if he had sex with her it wouldnt be incest she asked if hed like to go ahead of her OhHellNo Im happy right where I am  You have a great ass  he thanked her but declined

she smiled

she may have heard his OhHellNo and then some


her father stood ahead of her

stood a head taller than she

He can wait. We were ahead of him.

He has two items, Papa.

He can wait. If you were here by yourself you can offer, but not when you’re shopping with me.

I offered. He declined.

Don’t do that. We were first.

she pushed her glasses back up her nose

he watched her hips twitched

looked like she wanted to kick something 

 

she bagged their groceries placed them in the cart 

her father pushed the cart

turning to follow she tipped her glasses again and made blueeye contact with him Have a beautiful day.

I will Thanks for helping it.
                              he winked

she flinched gathered herself smiled huge  winked back


a day without flirting is like a day without sunshine

 

in the future at the market hed keep his eyes peeled
couldnt mistake her
2pmish,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  23 3. 22
1459,  Day-between-Two-Ts

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