Barmixer, I tried your approach a couple of days ago: I asked a stranger if I could pay her a compliment.
Now, I will readily admit that I indeed AM a dirty old man, and I get a buzz from being a little bit "shocking", so . . .
Same place, this time at the relatively more crowded beach area. A woman was sitting at one of the benches near the restaurant located in the adjacent park. She was probably 45 or so, well built and while not classically pretty, she was quite good looking. Her most notable feature was a pretty prominent rack. She was wearing a bikini that covered he nicely, and due to the lies of her chest, basically suspended them.
As I walked past, I thought I’d give your method a try, turned around and asked, "Would you be offended if I paid you a compliment?" She smiled and said, "Of course not." I said, "You have nice tits."
She waved her hand in front of her face couple times, tilted her head back, and shook it a little and said, "Huh. Well, I didn't expect that." I said, "I'm sorry if I offended you. I did ask." She said, "No. I'm not offended. I liked it. I just don't remember anyone every saying that to me." I replied, "I don't believe that. They're a little hard to miss." She said, "No, I guess I don't mean I've never heard that. I guess I mean I've never had a stranger just walk up to me and say that."
"Well, I figured the worst that could happen is that you'd slap me, and it would not be the first time that's happened." She laughed, and said, "Oh, I don't believe that. I bet that most women would secretly love to hear that and find it a little exciting."
We chatted briefly, mostly about what a beautiful spot this is, and as I left to continue, she got up and walked the other direction.
2/3rds of the way around the lake, guess who I saw coming my way? Walking, her dark blue bikini was not keeping those truly monumental tits from swaying. While she was not anything like fat, he lower abdomen had a slight bulge to it, and the material of her suit was stretched so that it accentuated her pussy. Nice view.
We stopped and greeted each other, and I took my sunglasses off, and said, "Can you handle another compliment?" She said, "I'm not sure theres much more to compliment on this old body." I looked directly at her face, and then lowered my head to make clear that I was looking her over all the way to her feet. I looked back at her face, screwed up my courage, and said, “When you walk in that suit your tits sway and it’s really sexy.”
She once again waved her hand in front of her face and said, "Woo. you really are direct aren't you?" I replied, "I just like women's bodies, and yours is particularly fun to look at."
She replied, “People don’t use those words with strangers.” Nothing about voice or manners said that she was angry. Her tone was more observational than anything. And she wasn’t fleeing or even showing the body language of want to get away. Indeed she was standing directly in front of me about 3 feet away and with one hand at her side and the other more or less behind her hip. I took it as an opportunity to explore a bit. . .
I said, “No, I suppose not. We don’t generally talk about things that deal with sex around strangers, and they pretty much are that. But then that’s not because we don’t think them. Every man that sees you walk by in the suit thinks that and more. I’m just willing to say them.” She smiled and laughed, “Ha! What is it they say? Men think about sex every 15 minutes?” I replied, “No, I think that’s every 15 seconds. Unless we’re standing in front of a really sexy woman and then it’s pretty much non-stop.”
She said, “I think usually this might make me uncomfortable, but you’re so open about it, that I’m curious. You said every man thinks ‘nice tits’ and more. What do you mean ‘more’?” As I lowered my head and look at her again from her face to her feet and up again I replied, “Oh, I’ll bet you know what I mean, but since you ask, I suspect that every man who you walk past is thinking that your suit really shows off your pussy.” She kind of drew in a quick breath and said, “Wow you’re kind of going new meaning to the phrase ‘undressing with your eyes.’ Do you always do that? I responded that its pretty much what men do, but I certainly didn’t always tell a woman that I was doing so or talk to them as I was to her.
She shifted a little on her feet, and said, “Can I walk with you?” I told her she could and as she turned around to change direction I said, “Oh, thanks. Nice ass too!” She playfully slapped at my arm and laughed, “Oh, stop!” and then followed that by asking, “So if you don’t always stop and talk to women like this, why me?” I replied, “That’s easy. Because you, my dear, are a MILF, and that pretty much implies that I think you look very sexy.” She looked a little confused and said, “Maybe I don’t understand exactly, but doesn’t MILF mean the same thing as sexy?” I kind of chuckled and said, “You do know what MILF stand for, right?” She responded, “Sexy older woman?”
I said, “Nope. Em Eye El Eff: mother I’d like to fuck.” She stopped abruptly and turned to face me directly as I was saying that, and I continued, “You appear to be about the age to be a mother.” she interrupted and said, “OK, you’ve got to quit taking my breath away with these little announcements or I’ll never make it back to my car.”
I laughed and said, “As I said before, you asked! I’m sorry. I’m probably being too direct. But the truth is that when I stopped over by the park and asked if I could give you a compliment, I really wanted to see what your reaction would be. Everything I’ve said is absolutely true, but I think I’m probably a little over the line here. I apologize.”
Her response was priceless: “Well, if we’re in full disclosure mode, I didn’t come down here to walk around the lake. I don’t even know how far that is or if I could make it. But I figured that if you were going that way, and I went this, I would eventually run into you again. And there’s nothing to apologize for. In the first place, I’ve been encouraging you, and in the second place, I have enjoyed hearing that you think I’m sexy. And standing there talking about undressing me with your eyes was like standing there naked in the middle of the path: it was sexy as hell. And being told by a complete stranger that he’d like to fuck you is a pretty good affirmation that you’re not quite over the hill yet. I kind of wish I heard that every day!”
We resumed walking, and I said that I appreciated that and I was glad that she ‘came back for more’ so to speak. When we reached her car, I said, “With no expectations whatever, if you’re back here tomorrow afternoon, I’ll buy you a glass of wine.” She said, “I might. Right this minute, if you poured a little wine into me, you probably wouldn’t need to use your eyes, so I’d better get in my car while I still have some discretion left. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”
FWIW, she did not show up the next day.
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