Caught Looking

So I'm in Wal-Mart. I had to pick up something for my mother and then I wanted to see if my shade of lipstick was in stock, and that's it. I'm in a hurry to get home because we're going to dinner. I've been back to the crafts department to look for some stuff which they didn't have, and I was headed briskly to cosmetics.

As I approached the front of the store and hung a right toward my destination, in walks this guy. He's about 20 years old, 6'3", 195 or so, and he's wearing some royal blue basketball shorts and a white tank top like this one. It looks like it has been painted on his perfectly sculpted Abercrombie & Fitch-esque torso. His hair has been carefully highlighted to mimic the effects of a summer at the beach. In a split second I have gathered this much information. Having done so, my mind quickly said, "Hey, I need to look at that again." But how?

In a mere moment, I opted for a 360-degree turn; quick spin maneuver, get a fresh eyefull, and then back around to lipstick without ever breaking stride. And if my target continued on his present trajectory, I should be able to catch a nice look at his butt. Bonus! So...I executed.

Having just passed by one of those poles with a price scanner on it, I stepped slightly to my left and did my spin. Sure enough, he was right in sight, two long strides away from disappearing behind the candy aisle. I started at the shoulder, made my way down the bicep, stopping briefly at the trim waist, and then down to an absolutely squeezable ass. Then I backtracked, all the way back to the top, just in time for him to turn his head and look right at me.

Now, from the time I spotted him walk in the door to the moment he busted me, about four seconds have passed in the real world. But at that point, time froze. I thought, "Can I avert my eyes and appear to be looking elsewhere? Can I feign confusion as if I merely mistook him for my nephew or the neighbor's kid? DID HE JUST CATCH ME LOOKING AT HIS ASS?"

His response told me everything. Yeah. He caught me. His sexy little crooked grin seemed to say, "Go ahead. Everybody thinks I have a cute ass," and then he just kept on going toward his destination, probably sporting goods. I'm sure he needed another basketball or free weights or maybe some Stud Builder Protein Complex or something. For my part, I blushed like an 8th grader and stumbled my way onward to the lipstick where I found my shade not in stock. Or maybe it was. I was having a hard time concentrating.