Wednesday, 13 October 2010

erotic throwback

In my far-off youth I used to be a terrible clocker of women. In the winter I would long for the return of spring and summer, when the young girls would shed their outer clothing and reveal more of their bodies for my lascivious gaze. These days, as I have attained my late middle age, these feelings have waned, though not, it would appear, lapsed altogether.

Today, walking back from town I noticed a tall, slender young woman walking swiftly in front of me. I quickened my pace to keep up with her, drinking in her gorgeous young body as she strode confidently along the pavement. Wearing a little black leather jacket which showed off beautifully her pinched-in waist, while below, every detail of her legs were displayed by skin-tight dark grey leggings. I wondered whether she might be a little too thin even for me, but as I caught her up and drew level with her I could see the voluptuous jut of her buttocks. Dragging my eyes away from this vision of eroticism personified, I took in her face. She was quite beautiful; a generous mouth, small straight nose below large brown eyes, all topped off by a casual little mop of bright red hair. In summary then, a very vision of loveliness.

Oh! If I were 30 years younger, if I were not married, would I have plucked up my courage and tried a line, perhaps along the lines of:
"Excuse me, but if I told you you had nice legs you wouldn't hit me would you?"
And if this had not received an immediate put down, I might then have gone on to invite her for a coffee somewhere.
Our paths coincided for about a quarter of a mile, when at last they diverged and she made her way down a side road, perhaps to go to the local art college which lies in that direction. I could then have asked if if this was indeed her destination, and if she had answered in the affirmative it could have launched a whole conversation on art, art education and so forth. But with an enormous effort of will I let her go and pursued my own route home. A little atavistic moment then, a blast from a temps perdu, never to be regained...

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