Slowly I begin to come out of my deep sleep. Susan is enticing me back to consciousness by softly whispering in my ear "Wakey, Wakey, sleepy head. Big day ahead of us." The fact that she is also fondling my ass at the same time doesn't hurt. Her hands are cupping and squeezing the cheeks, the tips of her fingers tracing up and down my crack lightly brushing my asshole.
"That's new" I say when I'm awake enough to speak.
"And way overdue" she says planting a kiss on my ear. "Now get your sweet butt out of bed." She gives it a slap then jumps off the bed before I can turn and grab her.
A quick shower and shave. A little breakfast of fruit. We're ready to go. "So what's first?" I ask as we're getting into the car.
"I wanted to check out that small town we passed on the way in. They have an antique shop that looks interesting." We both liked to hunt around in those places. Never know the interesting things you might find. Old books, figurines, furniture, jewelery, etc., sometimes just junk. It was a beautiful morning for a drive.
"So what else do you have planned for today?" I ask when we hit the highway.
"You'll find out in due time" she said, smiling that smile that was telling me I'd just have to wait for it - and that I'd love it.
The antique shop didn't produce much. It had some great stuff, but not much we were looking for. I found an old book I'd been wanting. Susan found an interesting pewter picture frame. Next door was a small shop that seemed to have some interesting hand made clothes so we popped in there. We were greeted by a middle aged woman who introduced herself as Jean. She asked if she could help, but when we told her we wanted to look around first, she left it at that. Neither one of us likes pushy sales clerks.
Susan found this pair of jeans with a matching top that was just her size. Most of the stuff looked hand made. These were pieces that had been bought and then accented with some beautiful needle work. When Susan asked if she could try them on we were directed to a fairly private place in the back where the fitting rooms were. I sat flipping through my book while Susan changed.
Soon she came out to have a look in the mirrors. After a few minutes she said "I like these. What do you think AL?"
"I think they look great, like they were made for you."
Susan got a glint in her eye as she turned her back to the mirror. "You don't think these jeans make my ass look too big?" she asked. The question that makes most males sweat. I knew she was joking because we both know that if any woman has a perfect ass, it is Susan. She is totally proportionate, head to toe - all woman, all gorgeous, all the time. More importantly, she isn't one of those women who is big headed about her beauty. She is confident but not arrogant about it. One of the things I most loved about her. Neither one of us likes arrogance on a man or a woman.
So far as the 'ass too big' thing, I'd play along. I love anything to do with her sweet butt. "Let me see." I got up, my eyes focused on her sexy, round ass. I walked this way, then that way, getting a good look from all angles. "I don't know..." I said hesitantly. "I'll have to get a closer look." I got down on one knee behind her. I moved my head this way and that way, nodding here, shaking my head there.
"Well?" she asked after a few minutes of this nonsense.
"No, these jeans don't do a thing for your ass" I finally said.
"What do you mean? I think they're just right" she responded, turning to have another look in the mirror. She turned her ass to me again. "Are you sure?"
Actually they were great, but Susan's ass would make a burlap bag look good. Breathe, Al, breathe. I examined them again. "No, they don't do a thing for your ass" I finally said.
Susan looked at me, puzzled.
"But your ass makes them look really, really good" I said grinning ear to ear. She gave me a light swat up the side of the head. Thinking we were still alone I planted a kiss on each cheek.
"Now that's a seal of approval if I ever did see one" said Jean who had just happened to come in the back to pick something up. "Actually, I can see a great commercial here:
"Designer top: forty five dollars.
"Designer jeans: eighty five dollars.
"Getting your ass kissed in those jeans: priceless."
We all had a good laugh about it. Yeah, like you'd ever see that on TV... "Hey" I finally said. "We've got to be careful. Not every pair of jeans is good enough to have the privilege of hugging this sweet ass all day - the lucky things." I gave Susan's bum another kiss then stood up.
Susan went to change, then we went to pay for the items. When we were finished, Jean had some advice for us.
"I hope you don't consider this too bold" she started,looking at Susan "but this guy's a keeper. Of all men, ass men are the best. But I think you already know that." Susan and I looked at each other not knowing what to say. Jean continued. "They are the most loving and devoted men you'll ever find. But I think you know that too. I found that out the hard way." We still didn't know what to say so we just let her talk. "Some men are just ass kissing wimps. But I'm not talking about those. Some women want that kind of man so they can control him by his weakness. But real ass men like your guy here are rare. The kind of guy who is his own man, but is not afraid or ashamed to love and cherish his woman - ALL of her."
Susan and I just looked at each other again. "Sounds like you have your own story to tell" I finally said.
"Yeah, I had a lover like that once. I was young and stupid. Let it go to my head. Started to take advantage of him. After all, I told myself, how much of a man can he be if he is so willing to kiss my ass? Thought I would just have fun with him until a real man came along. I was full of myself, like so many young girls are. He put up with it for awhile. Eventually he confronted me and said that he just had enough. Told me that if that was the way that I was going to be then so far as he was concerned I could kiss his ass - and not in the kind way. Last thing he ever said to me."
Jean paused for a few moments. We waited. "If I had it to do over again I would gladly kiss his sweet ass and be thankful for the opportunity to show my appreciation for all the love he was giving me. But I don't have to tell you about that, do I dearie?" Jean said looking at Susan. Susan just looked at me with a thoughtful look on her face. Jean continued. "He eventually married this girl I knew and they have a great life together. They've been together twenty five years and they still look at each other like they're newly weds. He's not afraid to be affectionate with her butt every chance he gets, and she's obviously glad to have him do it." She looked into space for awhile, then remembered we were still there.
"Sorry, I'm not usually so open with strangers" Jean finally said. "Don't get me wrong, I've had some good relationships. Can't help but get a twinge of guilt and jealousy when I see them together though. Could have been me..." She paused. "Anyway, you two look to me like that is the type of life long love you're going to have." Susan and I looked at each other again. "Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I don't see any ring..." Jean said looking at me and pointing to Susan's hand. "I can see you're in love with with each other, but are you planning on marrying this girl?"
Susan and I looked deep into each other's eyes. We were definitely best friends and loved each other deeply. Marriage had never come up. After a few moments I turned back to Jean. "Everything in it's own time" I said. Susan continued looking at me, searching my face.
Jean looked like she was ready to speak again, but realized she had already gone further than she should have. "Well I wish you both a long and wonderful life together" she finally said. As we turned to leave Jean spoke again. "One last thing. You don't have any brothers like you do you?"
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