Sunday, 25 September 2016
On holiday this year, there was a nice distraction on a hot day when we visited a historic castle in Spain.
A gust of late afternoon wind from an onshore breeze caught the short summer dress of a tourist on a fortified castle balustrade. Her underwear and bottom were on view at close quarters and took my mind off arrows and boiling oil.
This afternoon, back in the UK, I was in a local small supermarket watching a young female student struggle with her purchase, her money and her handbag all at the same time.
As she repeatedly bent over to sort things out she exposed a great deal of small tight bottom from under her very short skirt.
Naughty but nice is the correct expression, I think.
The question is, do I tell my wife about my delightful experiences?