The Story Slice: "Legs at Lunch"

by Brian Hughes

Ray Vicki had just swallowed down a bacon and turkey club. It wasn’t sitting well in his stomach. His gray slacks were getting tighter and tighter around his waist. In the restaurant bathroom mirror, the red marks around his middle, caused by the tightness of his belt, were a tell tale sign that he had better get back to the gym, or else begin buying size forty pants.

The weather was pleasant enough with a cool breeze giving him just enough chill to keep from sweating. He had about fifteen minutes till he had to get back to the office. He could go to the newsstand and rifle through some magazines, or take a walk around the corner, or better yet, he could take the initiative and get back to work on time. Afterall, there were plenty things to do to prep for his one-thirty meeting.

Yeah, that’s what I’ll do, thought Ray as he exited the Stamford Town Center Mall, walking east across Veterans Park toward his Nissan Sentra parked just across the street. That was his plan until he noticed a rotund blonde sitting on a park bench just across from the Abraham Lincoln statue. She was thick in all the right places and her dress was hiked high up her thigh. Ray immediately put on the brakes and sat down at the base of the statue.

I think I’ll just sit here for a little while. That’s right baby, you know what you got. Show me what you have between those legs, Ray thought as he stared unapologetically at the woman, who was finishing up a salad, eating carefully so as not to get any dressing on her clothing. She’d take a bite and chew slowly, staring up at the sun through her big sun glasses.

It was at about this time I caught a glimpse of Ray staring at the woman. I knew for sure that he had deliberately chose to sit across from her to stare at those big, exposed thighs – hoping, praying for a glimpse of panties as she switched legs. I myself was enjoying my usual cigar. As I stared at the two of them for a few minutes I began to wonder why the woman didn’t move. It was painfully obvious that he was interested only in her, and not the beautiful weather.

You want me to fuck your pussy, don’t ya? Yeah, I know you do … move those legs for ol’ Ray. I’m getting a hardon baby. Yeah, baby, I’m getting a hardon. Show me something, show me something, I ain’t gonna be late to work for nothing. Show something honey, thought Ray to himself as he took out his cell phone and pretended to be checking his messages.

I was cetain Ray had begun taking cell phone pictures of her. He had the cell camera at about stomach level and he just kept staring into that thing.

Yeah … I’m taking pictures of you baby … yeah … yeah … yeah … spread those legs apart so I can snap a picture … yeah … yeah … spread those legs so I can jerk off later at work … yeah, you know what your doing you minx. You know what you’re doing to me.

I wondered if perhaps the girl knew Ray was looking at her and enjoyed the attention, though in truth, she wasn’t really trying to be sexy or anything. She was just eating. She didn’t seem to be egging Ray on at all.

In looking at Ray, I couldn’t help but to think at how awful men were sometimes; How far they would go for a cheap thrill. And as I sat there damning Ray to pervert hell, I thought of my own depravity. How many times I had done something similar. All the times I stared too long at the apartment across the way, in hopes I would catch something I wasn’t suppose to. How often I’d sit in front of the computer, sometimes for hours on end looking at porn.

Yeah … yeah … I’m snapping photos of you baby. I wish I could lick those titties – squeeze those gigantic breasts together. Show me what you got. How I want to take you right here in this park. Do it baby, show me. Show me now!

Actually, if I was really honest with myself, I could say that I wasn’t a whole lot different than Ray. At first this observation depressed me, but then I tried to look at the bright side: That at the very least, I was acknowledging my short comings – my mistakes; that in perhaps noticing them, I could change them. After all, what real value does that behavior add to your life – these moments of sexual debauchery? Not much. I saw myself sitting in Ray’s place and I looked pretty stupid – pretty sad, actually.

Anyway, this little bit of business had carried on for about ten to twelve minutes and I knew for sure that as soon as the girl got up to leave, so Ray would.

The woman wiped her mouth and neatly gathered her lunch refuse. She checked her makeup in a small mirror for a few moments and then rose from the park bench.

You fucking tease … you fucking whore … you’re not going to show me anything … fuck you cunt. Leave! Shit, man … I wanted to see your pussy and you’re leaving.

As I expected, Ray got up and walked toward his car – going in the opposite direction of the zaftig blonde.

I hope Jim finished our proposal for this meeting, or I’ll kick his ass, Ray thought as he hurried to his car.