Straight Male / 47
Girl With The Never-ending Wedgie
I was ready to check out at the home improvement store and ended up in line behind a young couple and toddler. The wife was a hot brunette with long hair partway down her back and she wore a tight stretch two-piece that pretty much looked like a 1950s swimsuit...hot pink...tight shorts that were pulled up waist high and allowed a little bit of underbutt, snug top that crisscrossed in the back and showed off her nipples pretty well up front. Couple of tattoos, but just a couple.
I couldn't stop staring. Between bending over to tend to her toddler and put things back on the check-out shelf, and helping her husband to push their large order forward, she kept getting wedgies deep in her crack. And she kept picking them out. Not a graceful gentle tug at the bottom of her shorts, but an overt picking at her crack and a few times letting the material "snap" against her body when she successfully picked herself.
During one particularly earnest session, she looked back and caught me staring at her ass as she picked herself. She stopped mid-pick and looked at me embarrassed more than anything. I just smiled back to her and nodded "yes" that it was okay. She smiled a little too and went back to picking herself.
Without her husband and toddler there, I would have at least struck up a conversation or offered to help her load her things in her car. As it was, fortunately they took a while to arrange their order in the cart before leaving, and I checked out fast enough that I could follow them through the parking lot and down the same aisle I was parked in. As they walked she pushed the cart but kept taking one hand from the cart and still tried to pick at herself.
They stopped behind a little SUV and he unloaded while she held the cart still. Standing still gave her an opportunity to really pull on her wedgie and I smiled again as I passed by. She smiled back and shrugged as if to say, "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."
I think she's my new lust woman, both for how she dressed and for some reason how she constantly picked at herself.
I couldn't stop staring. Between bending over to tend to her toddler and put things back on the check-out shelf, and helping her husband to push their large order forward, she kept getting wedgies deep in her crack. And she kept picking them out. Not a graceful gentle tug at the bottom of her shorts, but an overt picking at her crack and a few times letting the material "snap" against her body when she successfully picked herself.
During one particularly earnest session, she looked back and caught me staring at her ass as she picked herself. She stopped mid-pick and looked at me embarrassed more than anything. I just smiled back to her and nodded "yes" that it was okay. She smiled a little too and went back to picking herself.
Without her husband and toddler there, I would have at least struck up a conversation or offered to help her load her things in her car. As it was, fortunately they took a while to arrange their order in the cart before leaving, and I checked out fast enough that I could follow them through the parking lot and down the same aisle I was parked in. As they walked she pushed the cart but kept taking one hand from the cart and still tried to pick at herself.
They stopped behind a little SUV and he unloaded while she held the cart still. Standing still gave her an opportunity to really pull on her wedgie and I smiled again as I passed by. She smiled back and shrugged as if to say, "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do."
I think she's my new lust woman, both for how she dressed and for some reason how she constantly picked at herself.
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