Observations Three

I retired at age fifty-six, but my wife continued working at her place of employment, because she liked her job. And of course, the extra money is always good.

Following my retirement, we traveled to a few places, but mostly I remained home during the day doing a few chores or some shopping.

Each morning, I’d exercise then take a walk at a park that was located a few miles outside of the city.

The park had an asphalt walkway, circling the park grounds, making the trek a little more than a mile.

Usually there’s approximately fifteen or so people there, of varying degrees of age and sex.

Sometimes I would chat with a couple of the older men who were veterans as we walked. But mostly I’d keep to myself and walk around twice, which usually took around forty-five minutes or so.

Several older or obese men or women would be there, walking and chatting with each other, and I’d smile and say, “Morning” as we passed. Most would return the greeting as we continued walking in opposite directions.

A few times I noticed there would be some attractive women, but after a day or two, I wouldn’t see them again.

One Monday morning I was getting to the park a little later than usual to begin my walk.

There are a couple of parking lots I park my car in, and another one beside a gymnasium that I rarely park in.

This morning, one of the two parking lots was closed for pavement repairs, and the other was mostly full of cars, so I parked in the gym’s parking lot.

As I walked past the full parking lot, I noticed a young couple beginning their walk.

I estimated they were newlyweds, early twenties in age, under twenty-four. Maybe just over twenty years of age.

The guy was a bit overweight, around six feet tall, but she was attractive.

She was approximately five-seven, with long, straight brown hair that reached a few inches below her shoulders, bright blue eyes, sexy bodily features, but she wasn’t smiling.

I figured she didn’t want to walk or just in a mood.

The guy was complaining about something, and I wasn’t interested to hear what it was about, so I walked off in the opposite direction.

I didn’t continue to think of them and kept walking at my pace.

Well, I did wonder what she saw in him, briefly.

As I made it halfway around the park, approaching me, I saw the couple holding hands. So, apparently the young bride wasn’t in too bad a mood.

Then I noticed she looked in my direction and smiled, as he was talking about something and not paying attention to her.

The thought returned I had earlier, about understanding was what she saw in him. He didn’t look like her type, in my opinion.

Well, whatever her type may be.

I continued my walk, dropping my thoughts about them, because I had other things on my mind to do after my walk.

Back at my starting point, and going for my second round, I saw the couple coming towards me. This time he didn’t look happy, and she was a few paces behind him, grinning.

As he passed me, she looked at me, grinning still, but a bit differently. Then she brushed back her hair, exposing a small diamond ring.

Usually on a two lap walk, I may encounter the same people up to four times. But I didn’t see the couple at the end of the second lap.

I made it back to my car, when I saw the couple leaving in a newer model pick-up truck, and it seemed they were in a hurry.

The next day, I didn’t see the young couple while I walked on my first lap.

On the second lap, I saw the young couple get out of their truck and she pulled her guy to start walking in the opposite direction.

I had already passed the entrance of the parking lot, so I would meet up with them on the other side.

Upon making it halfway through the second lap, and encountering the couple, I saw the guy was well ahead of his wife, and he didn’t look happy.

On the other hand, she was smiling and making finger and hand gestures behind his back.

I gave her a curious look, and she laughed.

“He doesn’t look very happy,” I smiled as she was within a few steps from me.

“No, he isn’t,” she continued, smiling. “But he’ll have to get over it.”

I probably should have kept walking, but instead, I stopped and asked, “Get over what?”

She took a couple of steps past me, then stopped, turned around and said, “I haven’t been giving him any. That’s why!”

I looked past her to see where her husband was, wondering if he would return to see why his wife was talking to an older man.

But he kept walking and was well past fifty or so yards past us.

The woman stood there looking at me, so I asked, “Why are you not giving him any?”

“Because he’s a jerk,” she answered.

“I guess so, but you shouldn’t hold back on sex.”

She stood there for a moment eyeing me, then responded a bit tersely, “He can go jerk off!”

I laughed, “Maybe so, but you’re missing out for yourself.”

She smiled. “But I can anytime with anyone, if I want to.”

I replied, “I suppose that’s true. But if the guy is smart, he can, too.”

Briefly, she looked me up and down, briefly focused on my shorts, then smiled.

“We’ll see about that,” she eyed me. Then she turned and walked off.

“Smart ass, she’ll get hers, alright,” I thought to myself as I returned to my car.

There’s a saying that the third time is the charm.

The next day, I arrived at the park a bit earlier than usual, hoping to get a better parking spot than at that gym.

The next few days, as I made my laps, I didn’t see the couple or the woman.

After the weekend, I did my morning chores and worked out, then returned to the park.

There weren’t many cars that morning, due to an earlier rainstorm that passed through the area. The skies were cloudy grey, and the weather forecast called for more rain.

 I parked my car and began to walk, hoping to get at least one lap before the rains returned.

When I made it a bit more than halfway around, I heard someone call out, “Hey, there!”

I turned to see who was calling me.

Yes, it was the young wife, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

She was wearing some black shorts, Daisy Duke style, with her white ass cheeks exposed, a half white t-shirt that showed her under-boobs and hard nipples poking at the fabric. Her long hair was in a ponytail, behind her back.

I gasped a bit, thinking, “Damn, girl!”

I suppose my facial expressions said it all.

“You like that?” she asked as she approached me.

“I’d be lying if I said no,” I replied.

She came beside me as I turned to begin my walk.

“Where’s your husband?” I asked.

“Oh, he’s out of town. At work.”

I didn’t respond.

“Where’s your wife?” she asked.

“She’s at work, too.”

“Do you live nearby?” she asked after a moment.

“No, actually, I don’t. Do you?”

“Yes, I live in those apartments before you turn onto this street.”

There is a large apartment complex about half a mile from the park.

I didn’t say anything, wondering what the young woman was up to.

We walked in silence for a few minutes, then a hard rain started.

“Are you parked nearby?” the girl asked.

“Yes, just ahead in the parking lot,” I answered as we started to make a run for it.

We were both soaked when we reached my car, as the rain continued.

As we sat in my car, water dripping from our hair and faces, and catching our breath, I looked over at the young woman, then started the car.

Her wet t-shirt didn’t hide her pink and hard nipples.

She caught me, and pulled her shirt up, exposing her breasts.

“Wanna take me home?”