The Streets of NY

I'm walking along on the way to work, minding my business, thinking of Victor's early morning phone call, when I hear a deep male voice whispering in my ear.

"I'm jealous of your husband," the voice says.

I turn to the side and see an attractive man in this 40's strolling beside me.

I smile at him, "And why is that?"

He smiles back and seems to struggle a moment for the right words. "You have the most amazing wiggle," he says finally with a smile that manages to be sweet rather than lecherous.

I take this to mean that he thinks I have a great ass and I recall many years ago when I worked for a major credit card company one of the men in my department nicknamed me "wiggly girl." That and "little rabbit." He alternated between the two.

I thank him and he says that he's glad he made me smile. I reply that it's hard not to be happy on such a great day and his appreciation certainly didn't hurt any.

I get to my corner, wish him a nice day and we part.

I notice that I'm just a touch more conscious of the way my ass gently sways from side to side as I maneuver down the street. In a good way. It's nice to be appreciated.


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