Pinto Beans.

He saw her there in the cereal aisle.
Short, blonde, and athletic.
Damn, she just looked...solid.

He watched her for a while, as she debated between some granola which cost $4.15, or the Special K, which cost $3.78.
She went with the Special K.
Good choice.

Then she turned around.
He saw that ass.
That beautfiul, shapely, round, ass.
The kind of ass that just makes you want to put your arms around her and cup it, squeeze it, caress it...naked.

He was picturing her naked.
Him.
At least twice her age, overweight, and balding.
Looking at this 20 something girl wearing jeans that made that ass shine.
Oh he just wanted to tackle her.

"Are you an athlete?" he asked.
She turned around with a crooked smile and a quizzical expression on her face.
"Yeah." she replied "Softball."

She had the face of a seasoned athlete. The face of someone who know what hard work was. The face of someone who knew defeat, but continued to try.

"You look like it. Your face." yourassyourassyourass. "And your uhm.." He flexed.
She laughed. Beautiful girl. "Yeah...I get that sometimes. Thanks I guess."

"Oh no its a good thing, looking like that. Its very attractive." Oops.

She blushed and laughed. She was even more beautiful once she got flustered. "Yeah, I guess you're right... I have to get going though, have a great Easter." She smiled again, then turned around with her cereal and walked down the aisle.

Ohh that ass.

He watched as she walked down the aisle, around the corner, and out of his life, taking that ass with her.