Message-ID: <5164eli$9710251352@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com (Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com) Subject: 'People Watching' {Brother_Cadfael} [ MF ] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.hetero,alt.stories.erotic Followup-To: poster Reply-To: Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com X-Intended-For: Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <877756672.356664@moon.aa.net> ---------------------------------------------------------------------- This story contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended for a mature audience. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 1997. Distribute freely, but change nothing. MF {Brother_Cadfael@earthcorp.com} SYNOPSIS: A husband and wife watch as two strangers are breaking up. [ People Watching ] After my wife and I left the restaurant, we went to Pioneer Courthouse Square to sit and watch people. We held hands, as we often did and we shared many kisses. While my wife watched people playing hackey-sack and drinking coffee, talking, chasing their kids, feeding the pigeons, I watched her. My wife has a very regal, reserved beauty. She rarely wears makeup and dresses to kill, without revealing anything. I've often made the comment that she is the only woman I know who could turn heads without makeup on and without exposing any skin below the neck. The fact that she is absolutely brilliant and well versed in the knowledge of practically everything helps as well. I smiled when she bit her lip. She always did that when she was deep in thought. I found it sexy. My attention suddenly turned elsewhere. I heard a couple quietly fighting several steps below us. I nudged my wife and pointed to the couple. Without saying anything to her, she knew what was happening. We both knew. They were a young couple. Early twenties. The girl was an attractive blonde and the boy looked like a college football player. They were holding hands, but the words they spoke obviously cut away at one another's heart. The girl began to cry and her boyfriend tried to put his arm around her, apologizing and trying to comfort her. She brushed his arm away and looked at his face. Her lips trembled she tried to speak through the tears. The boy ran his hands over his face in frustration and took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he could be heard to say. The girl replied, "But I love you..." My wife's hand squeezed at my own and I squeezed back. The couple hugged and walked away from each other. Each heading in an opposite direction. My wife and I looked at each other. Neither of us could really say anything. We just sat, holding hands and looking at the crowd of people again. After a few minutes, we tired of the activity. More from our pondering what we had just seen than from lack of interest in the people-watching. My wife turned to me as we stood and began to talk. I stopped her; kissing her on the lips. She seemed shocked for a moment. "What--" she began. "I love you," I assured her. I squeezed her hand again, gently and we went home. - fin - -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /