I'm a senior citizen who still enjoys admiring the female figure. It all started way back when I was about 9, or 10. I would go with my mum when she went shopping on a Saturday morning.
She would disappear into a shop, and I would sit down on a nearby bench, and watch the passing parade.
In those days, many of the women wore tight jeans, "Pedal Pushers" or form fitting skirts, with below the knee hems. Their tops were tight blouses, or sweaters, and I would swear that their bras had pointed cups!?
Now, 65 years later, I still enjoy admiring the female figure. When venturing into one of those enormous shopping complexes with my lovely partner, J'ax, she will wander off to browse the many shops, leaving me to, watch the passing parade.
On a recent trip to a shopping complex, she said that she had seen me "perving" on some of the women.
Naturally enough I was seriously affronted.
"Sweetheart", I said. "I associate those all those lovely ladies with the same desire I would look at a 1200 cc BMW motorcycle, with all the bells and whistles, or an E type Jaguar. If I had any of the above, what the heck would I do with them!?"
She smiled, saying "You're right there, and you're still very loveable. But now you can buy me lunch!"
Carefull of the BMW 1200 I got pinged doing ( somewhat way over the designated speed limit ) on my 1200, but when I told Mr plod that the speed limiter was asleep on the back, holy heck did he rip into her and let me off...... with just 5k's over,
