Observant Musing-The Lovely Bounce
While driving on the highway to the train station last week, something a few paces ahead of me caught my attention. Well, not just my attention, but also the attention of the other drivers who were passing by at that time.
As cars whisked dangerously by her, a tall, seriously voluptuous woman was running down the length of the median. “That’s not too smart.” I thought to myself, as I got closer. She was running in the opposite direction of traffic, and away from a van that was parked along the shoulder of the road. Through the windows in the back of the van, I could see little smiling faces staring out after her. She appeared to be running toward something, but I couldn’t see what it was. I imagined that something very important had flown out of the van to make it worth the risk to her life to retrieve it. Aside from another human being, or a big-money winning lottery ticket, I couldn’t fathom what that might be.
As she ran, she caused a breeze to lift her hair up and fan it out to form a halo around her head. As well, her very large breast bounced up and down beneath a too small tank top-that strained to cover them. Mindful of her bobbing breasts and the looks they elicited from passing traffic; she ran a little bit, then walked, then ran a little bit again, causing her breast to bounce, settle, and bounce some more.
You could tell that she was in a quandary- torn between retrieving her item quickly, or slowing down her gait to keep her breast-bouncing to a minimum. She laughed self-consciously at the absurdity of her situation.
All this I saw and speculated in the 30 seconds or so I had as I approached and passed her in my car. I took a parting glance in my rearview (no pun intended) mirror, and saw the wide girth of her rump filling her jean skirt to capacity.
I looked to my immediate right after passing her, to see if I could gage reactions from other passing drivers. By the smile on his face, as he too took a glance in his rearview mirror for a rear view (pun intended)it was obvious that she’d given at least one man a fleeting thrill. I imagined him drinking cocktails with his friends that evening, using hand gestures to describe the woman with the lovely bounce.
As cars whisked dangerously by her, a tall, seriously voluptuous woman was running down the length of the median. “That’s not too smart.” I thought to myself, as I got closer. She was running in the opposite direction of traffic, and away from a van that was parked along the shoulder of the road. Through the windows in the back of the van, I could see little smiling faces staring out after her. She appeared to be running toward something, but I couldn’t see what it was. I imagined that something very important had flown out of the van to make it worth the risk to her life to retrieve it. Aside from another human being, or a big-money winning lottery ticket, I couldn’t fathom what that might be.
As she ran, she caused a breeze to lift her hair up and fan it out to form a halo around her head. As well, her very large breast bounced up and down beneath a too small tank top-that strained to cover them. Mindful of her bobbing breasts and the looks they elicited from passing traffic; she ran a little bit, then walked, then ran a little bit again, causing her breast to bounce, settle, and bounce some more.
You could tell that she was in a quandary- torn between retrieving her item quickly, or slowing down her gait to keep her breast-bouncing to a minimum. She laughed self-consciously at the absurdity of her situation.
All this I saw and speculated in the 30 seconds or so I had as I approached and passed her in my car. I took a parting glance in my rearview (no pun intended) mirror, and saw the wide girth of her rump filling her jean skirt to capacity.
I looked to my immediate right after passing her, to see if I could gage reactions from other passing drivers. By the smile on his face, as he too took a glance in his rearview mirror for a rear view (pun intended)it was obvious that she’d given at least one man a fleeting thrill. I imagined him drinking cocktails with his friends that evening, using hand gestures to describe the woman with the lovely bounce.
posted by Naylene at 2:05 PM
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