There’s something about that married dad vibe that a guy gives off that really turns me on. You know the type that I mean. Of course there’s the obvious things you might notice- the dad bod, a wedding band, kids in tow. But it can also be more subtle than that. You might pick up on the vacant stare leftover from his wife’s incessant nagging. Or you might notice the way his eyes light up when he sees you smile at him in the way his wife no longer does. Maybe you get the vibe from the hungry glances he doesn’t think you’ll notice as he thinks about what he could do to you that his wife won’t let him.
This one had them all.
I love being able to bring a little excitement into those kind of guys’ lives. It must be so hard to go through every day wanting something that you simply can’t have anymore. But still they do it, dutifully, and find their releases wherever they still can. Reddit, PornHub, Instagram- it doesn’t matter. None of it substitutes for the real thing. If I can be a tiny ray of that *and* keep them out of trouble at the same time, then why the hell not.
As he stood in front of a freezer in the frozen food section I made my move. Stepping next to him, I gently rested my hand on his shoulder to let him know I was there. He jolted and turned towards me as I watched his face morph from confusion to the nicest smile I’ve ever seen.
“Excuse me, I just need to get something out of here if you don’t mind.” I said sweetly as I stepped in front of him. “Of course” was all he got out before he felt my low-rise jeans brush up against the front of his brown cargo shorts. I hovered there for the longest 3 seconds of his life before I bent at the knee to retrieve the item I pretended to need. As planned, I could feel my black g-string riding up over the top of my jeans as he was given a top-down window into the back of them. I made sure to inspect the packaging thoroughly before standing back up.
The entire time he didn’t move from his spot or even say another word. I don’t know if he was frozen in shock or if he was just enjoying the moment or if he was too afraid to make a move. It was probably some combination of the three. But as I stood back up and slid out from the space I could feel that the front of his pants were much harder than the first time.
With a bubbly charm I told him, “Have a nice day,” and flashed my most devilish smile. He returned it back sheepishly with a hunger in his eyes. They always do.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/na7m98/f_teasing_the_married_dad_at_the_grocery_store
A combination of all 3, with a little bit of “hope I don’t get labled as creepy old guy” fear under it all. Still, there is also the “YES! That was totally awesome!” Mental first bump I do right afterwards.
I’m pushing 50, have classic dad bod, and while I never considered cheating, am Very Appreciative of girls like you who are so generous with your eye candy.
A few months ago I was standing at the milk/ juice refrigerators when this girl with a perfect ‘big bank’ steps in front of me and pulls her yoga pants all the way up. I mean, if I tried to give her a wedgie I wouldn’t have pulled much higher. I mentally imagined hot-dogging her backside and have that image permanently engraved in my mind. Absolutely No Idea if she got anything from that section or if she even opened the door. I just had to restrain myself from following/ stalking her around the store and mentally cheered every time our paths crossed.
As a 55 yo dad I appreciate that story. Keep it up. I miss the days when young chicks ALWAYS had their thongs sticking out!!
Doing the Lord’s work.
Mmm good girl
So where do you shop.
Gorgeous
Doing gods work
I love doing stuff like this ❤️
Hahahaha. Awesome story. You’re not the hero he deserved, but you’re the hero he needs. Poor guy, his wife probably doesn’t even own a thong/g-string.
I said this on another post and i’ll say it again: You’re a legend for including a photo
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I was in Miami Beach for a week with the family. I always offered to go grocery shopping for this reason. Occasionally would take the kids with me. This one time I was out with my oldest daughter I came across a short, fit, twenty-something ginger girl in a tank top and short yoga shorts of some kind. She was bent over in the aisle I was walking down and I intentionally got close to her with my cart, paused briefly before passing her, and said, “ope, ‘scuse me.” She stood up and said, “oh, I’m sorry!” To which I responded, moderately seductively, “…you’re fine.”