A Meeting In The Park
Caught staring at a beautiful woman
I was leaning against the railings when I first saw her, having nothing much on my mind, enjoying the warm September sunshine, my attention became transfixed on a woman as she sauntered across London’s Hyde Park. She was wearing a white floppy hat, seriously floppy, hiding her face, and an ankle-length white linen dress — see-through in certain sunlight angles.
She was alone, that I could tell.
And then, from thirty yards away, she looked over, caught me staring, and came toward me, simultaneously moving her straw bag from her hand to her shoulder, the color of her hair matching the bag. In a slightly mocking voice but smooth, confident, and cultured.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“I’m sorry?” I said, feeling assaulted.
“Don’t you have a cellphone? You’ve been watching me for five minutes; surely, you’d like to take a photo, something to remember me by.”
I was thunderstruck. Had this woman pegged me as a pervert, a voyeur, someone with nothing to do but stare at pretty women in London’s Park on a beautiful September day.
“I apologize if you felt I was staring. But seeing as how brave you are to take me to task, I will defend myself by saying a beautiful woman must be prepared that men will look, especially a woman who dresses to be seen, and I mean seen. In this sunlight, your dress, while beautiful, is virtually transparent.”
“So, you were checking me out?”
I was getting a little hot, which had nothing to do with the sunshine piling down.
“Look, lady, if I offended you, I’m sorry. I’m a guy; I look at women, and when one passes who is as attractive as you, yes, I’ll give more than a glance. I’m happily married to a beautiful woman who will soon leave this elegant building behind me, where she is buying ice cream for us both, and she will understand that me looking at you was purely fanciful, of course. But not anything more than that… and…,” I was interrupted.
“I cannot leave you for ten minutes, Harry; here’s your ice cream, love,” Jenny said, handing me my cone.
“He told me you were lovely, and he wasn’t wrong. Here, my love, have these on me. Bring him along,” and she turned away, showing off her form through the white linen dress.
“How did you get talking, honey?”
“She came up to me.”
“You didn’t think… tell me you didn’t.”
“Of course not, I wouldn’t strike up a conversation with a beautiful woman without you being with me. What did she, give you?”
“Tickets to the show this evening. The London Transvestite’s Gala.”
Stone the crows, I’d been duped!
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