Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Some of you will not like the story and that is okay. A few of you will tear it apart with invective... and not have the courage to sign your name. I still prefer to give you the opportunity to comment but please have the intestinal fortitude to send me a note with a userid so we can correspond. The author wishes to express his gratitude to the very lovely and gracious Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.
Oh, my goodness! I never would have thought of myself as considering this kind of woman to be beautiful. Not until now, that is. Now I did.
I'll bet she wasn't a day over 22 and maybe younger than that. She stood a good six inches taller than my six feet. It's not often that I have to look up at a woman but I did with her. She was not a neat trim dainty figure, but still there was something sexy about her. I would hate to guess what her measurements were but she had curves where a woman ought to have curves. Nice tits, a working woman's waist — with maybe just a touch more than there should be - and a smooth round butt — a large round butt! Her legs were long but encased as they were in jeans, it was hard to tell just how shapely they were.
The first time I laid eyes on her was just about an hour ago. I had parked my van in the handicapped parking spot right in front of the store. I hobbled out of the van and started across the drive toward the store, using my cane to help my arthritic knees get me across the hardtop. The heat radiating up from the hot pavement in the August midday was positively scorching.
I had not even gotten across the drive before she came out and spotted me. She was working the lot, gathering shopping carts and pushing groups of them back into the store for incoming shoppers; it was a job usually done by men but I noticed that she handled more carts than any of the men I'd ever seen there. However she walked up to me and gave me one of the most sincere smiles I could remember.
"Do you need one of the electric carts?" she asked.
"Yes, I'll need one when I get in."
"I'll go get you one," she said, turning and striding quickly back into the store.
A minute later, she came striding back. "I'm sorry, the electric carts are all out. Would you like one of the manuals?"
"No, I'll just wait inside," I said.
"Okay. I'm sorry I couldn't help."
"That's okay. Thanks for checking."
I hobbled inside and sat down, waiting for nearly 45 minutes before a cart was available. Every time the girl, whose nametag said June, came in with a group of carts, she looked at me and gave me a huge smile. Sometimes she'd ask how I was doing. Then she'd head back outside for more carts.
Once I got the next available cart, I spent most of an hour shopping. When I checked out and rolled to the exit, there was June just bringing in another group of carts. She gave me that big smile that seemed special to me.
"Hi again. Did you find everything you need?"
"Yeah, I think so. Everything I could afford, at least," I said with a chuckle.
She laughed. "I'll go out with you and bring the cart back in."
"Okay with me. I'm not very far. Just the first handicapped spot."
She walked along beside me making small talk. When I pulled up to the sliding side door of my van and unlocked it, she said she would put my purchases inside and before I could start unloading, she had them transferred and slid the door closed.
I started to get out of the cart so she could take it but she insisted that I drive it around to the driver's door so I did. She was right with me all the way. When I stopped, she grabbed my key and unlocked the driver's door. When I struggled to stand upright on my shaky knees, she gently grabbed my arm and helped me up. I blushed, feeling embarrassed at having a young woman provide such services to me. I had always considered myself to be a gentleman, helping ladies by opening doors and carrying packages and other little chores. Now the tables were turned.
When she made sure that I was going to be able to stand with my cane and get into the van, she sat down on the cart and began to turn it back to the store. As I settled into the driver's seat but before I closed the door, she looked back at me with the special smile.
"You are such a delightful young lady," I said, feeling inadequate to express my gratitude to someone who so freely helped an infirm old man.
"What?" she asked.
"You are a special, delightful young woman. Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome. Take care," she said and waved as she rode off.
Four days later I was back to pick up some things at the store's pharmacy. I had forgotten about June after the last visit but she had not forgotten about me. I had parked and worked my way out of the van, standing beside the closed driver's door until my knees would work well enough to let me hobble inside. As usual, the pain had me gritting my teeth and staring at the ground to keep from showing how bad it hurt.
After a minute, I looked up and took a step toward the store when I spotted June on one of the electric carts already halfway across the driveway heading directly toward me. She was wearing her signature smile that showed deep dimples in both cheeks.
As she pulled up beside me, she said, "Hi. I saw you coming. How are you?"
"I'm great, sweetie. How are you?"
The dimples deepened. "I'm fine. It's good to see you again."
"Dear lady, it is good to be seen again but it is great to see you."
As she got up from the scooter, she leaned over and engulfed me in a brief hug. Old man or not, it had an immediate impact on my libido. Her breasts pressed into my shoulders, almost but not quite encompassing my face. I hugged her back, afraid of getting too close and having her feel my erection. I may be old but I'm neither dead nor immune to the delights of a young woman. As big as she was, she was still very attractive, perhaps because everything seemed to be well proportioned for her height.
She stepped back and I swung down to the seat of the cart, wanting to hide the bulge in my pants. Settled in, I looked up at her.
"Thank you so much for you help. You are such a dear lady."
I swear the dimples got even deeper. "Thank you, hon. I knew you'd feel better with the cart and it was the only one left so I grabbed it for you. Gotta go back to work."
She hurried off into the lot, almost skipping. I watched her receding figure until she moved between some cars and was mostly lost from sight. Of course, watching her big round bottom wiggling as she moved did absolutely nothing to reduce the pressure on my cock. It didn't go down until I was well into my shopping.
I admit that I make more visits to the store than really necessary. There are hundreds of visitors to that particular store every single day (yes, they close a grand total of two days a year) and with about 70 — 75 percent of them being female, there are always magnificent sights of female pulchritude on display in that store. So, yes, I go more often than I have to and I spend more time than necessary. However when a guy who loves women as much as I do gets so few opportunities to sample said delights, even "window shopping" has its rewards.
Yet this day, I completely ignored the women in the store. As I moved around making my selections to fill my shopping list, all I could think about was the extra-tall form of June, the feel of her nice sized boobs against my shoulders, the look of her round ass as she walked away from me. And every so often, I realized that my indecisive third leg kept expanding and deflating — expanding as I thought about her lush form, deflating when I concentrated on my shopping — and I had trouble even thinking about anything else. When the pharmacist's assistant asked for my birthday, required for verification purposes, I gave her the wrong date!
Finally completing my shopping, I checked out and headed for the van. I didn't even see June until she spoke to me, walking along beside the cart as I approached the exit.
"So I see you found what you needed. Get everything?"
"Yeah, I think so. Now I've just got to get it home."
"I'll help you get it in the van. This is yours right here, right?"
"Yep, that's it."
I drove to the side door but before I could do much of anything, June had grabbed my keys from my hand, unlocked the door, and started shifting plastic bags of goodies into the van.
When she had moved the last bag, I said, "Wow! Thank you! Now if I could only take you home with me to help me get them inside, everything would be fine." I laughed so she wouldn't think I was trying to pick her up.
"Hey, don't you live on Condi Drive? I thought I saw your van over there yesterday."
"Yeah, I do. Down by the second stop sign. Know where that is?"
"Yeah. I live at the end of the next block."
"Oh, really? That's close."
"Hey, you want to wait about ten minutes? I get off at three o'clock and I was planning to walk home. Give me a ride and I will help you with these packages."
"Aw, honey, you don't have to do that. But I will wait for you and give you a ride."
"Okay. I'll be back as soon as I can."
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