Watching Girls

Every once in a great while something wonderful happens. These two young women came in and sat down diagonally across from me in a booth. They were both wearing company logo t-shirts and the same tan safari shorts. At no time was anything revealed, but oh so tantalizing was it to watch them, and hope.

The one on the left sat down and ate pizza which was not on the menu of this eatery. The one on the right had a salad. I supposed that they had gone through the drive-thru and decided to come in and eat their food. Left-girl acted as if she was hiding that she had foreign food, which is why they choose the booth facing me and facing away from the front counter. (They really didn't need to worry.)

I watched them as I ate my salad and read an erotic story on my PDA. I also listened to whatever conversation I could make out. Sometimes that was obscured when I realized right-girl was actually talking to a supervisor or support person on her cell phone rather than talking to left-girl.

Left-girl didn't know what to do tonight. She didn't want to go out, but she felt obligated since kept canceling on this guy. ya-da ya-da. It was interesting to hear. She wasn't interested in a relationship, but her mom was warning her that he probably was. I don't know if she made a final decision to go out or not.

Then, she did something unexpected, she scooted and laid down in the booth as you see above. She looked over at me, and she smoothed down her t-shirt as needed. (Again, they never were improper. They both were comfortable with my watching them. I was comfortable watching them. I watched and read and ate. Feeding. It was oh so pleasant.)

Right-girl made several calls while also perusing a map and giving map grid areas and sections. She even got up and went outside, went to her car, and came back. One call, left-girl even teased and conversed with right-girl as right-girl was trying to converse on the phone.

Then, right-girl also surprised me by also laying down. She was even more tantalizing than left-girl as I had better views of her thighs. In fact, she even had her legs up a couple of times and the white of her inner thighs showed (that was a pic I wish I had snapped). She got up and made her outside call. When she returned and finished her call, she gave me a sweet smile, as if saying hi, enjoy the view, and she laid down again. My heart thudded and I thought I might glimpse up her shorts. But, I relaxed when I realized my view would not gaze so deep, and yet I still saw a pleasant view and tantalizing sweetness.

I wasn't the only one that caught sight of these two. But somehow, I felt like they had chosen to be in my presence and allowed me in theirs. They knew I was watching them.

-A Nawty Mouz

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