Story with no Name

Given the situation one would think the best plan would have been to walk away, forget it ever happened and go on with my life. Then again I never have been awarded any points for common sense when it came to women. I could have just smiled, then excused myself. I could have feigned not hearing her, after all I am deaf even though I use a BAHA to help me hear. I could of done several things, but no I had to make an ass out of myself, get my face slapped and then get tossed out of the bar. For the most part that is somewhat normal for me. I usually do make an ass of myself, I usually get my face slapped but I have never been thrown out of a bar, but then again the women involved are not the bar owners wife. Now you are wondering, What happened? Well to tell the truth, I opened my mouth. I was having a nice cold root beer enjoying the scenery when I chanced to lay eyes on one of the most unusual woman I have ever seen. She was at least six feet tall, raven haired, sculptured facial features. High rounded breasts with hard, prominent nipples. The skin tight half tee she was wearing also allowed me to see her hard stomach which was graced by a lovely sapphire navel ring. My eyes roamed up and down her taking in every little detail when suddenly she turned and caught me looking. I must have blushed because she made a bee line right to me, a look of annoyance on her face.

"Well do you enjoy what you are looking at?" she asked in a loud voice which caught the attention of everyone in the bar. " Maybe you need to look a bit harder, or get a camera so you can go and wank your little willy as you wish you could get some of this."

Now I have been insulted and belittled before, I usually just attribute it to a lack of social graces and blow it off. I am not one for making a scene in public and I have no desire to get my ass kicked trying to impress, but for some reason I found myself getting pissed off with this lady. Maybe it was her "better than you" attitude, or maybe it was the bar patrons laughing, I don't know, but before I could stop myself I just opened my mouth and let the words come falling out.

"Lady, I don't believe I have a camera with a lens wide enough to take a picture of you and your fat ass".

Ok, it was a stupid thing to say, she was almost like an Amazonian goddess, but damn it she pissed me off. Well after I picked myself up off the floor, she had a mean right, I was hustled out the door with a warning not to return. Wandering off on my way home I just shook my head mentally kicking myself in the ass. I had no idea of what that stupid stunt was going to cost me. I wandered on to the beach instead of returning home like I planned, just to sit and sulk I guess. I found a nice quiet spot which had a nice little grassy knoll and sat there letting my transgressions run through my head. I was enjoying the relaxing sound of the waves breaking in the sand when my solitude, as well as my train of thought, was interrupted by a throat being cleared.

I first looked down at a pair of lovely feet shod in strappy sandals. Following the line of the leg up it dawned on me, when I got to the denim shorts, where I had seen those legs before. Instinctively I ducked. It was the woman from the bar.

She reached down, laying a hand on my shoulder asking if she could join me. I nodded and she sank down, legs folded under her.

"I really am sorry about what happened at the bar. I mean I shouldn't have been such a bitch, but I get tired of everyone just staring at me. I mean I don't mind them looking but they never take the time to talk to me, all they do is look, make snide remarks, and that dumb ass husband of mine thinks it is just fine and dandy".

I was still looking at the waves as I listened, then I caught the sound of a soft sob when she had finished. Turning my head I saw a tear run down her face, followed quickly by several more. The next thing I know she has her face buried in her hands crying. Well like I said I have never had a lot of common sense when it comes to women. I reached around her holding her in my arms as she cried. Her head buried in my shoulder I could feel her sobs as they racked her body. I could also feel her breasts heaving against me, her breath hot on my neck. Leave it to me to get horny while trying to be a gentleman.

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