Tuesday afternoon

I went straight from Shachris to my meeting, so I didn’t have a chance to eat breakfast, so when I finished at 12pm I was hungry.

I was in the area of Gourmet Glatt, so I made a stop there. I grabbed a wagon, figuring that I would stock up on some items for the office. As I’m walking down the aisle trying to finish quickly so I can get back to the office. I stopped to look at a new product on the shelf. Finally I decided to put it back and turn around to head to the cashier to pay. As I’m turning around to my cart I stick my hand out to grab the handle, the next thing I know, my right hand swipes right across a woman’s stomach.

My immediate reaction was to apologize saying “I’m sorry”. I felt terrible, hoping she wouldn’t make a big deal of it. She looked at me for 2 seconds, her gaze going from my head down to my legs before smiling and saying “it’s OK”.

While she was checking me out, I had the opportunity to do the same. She did not disappoint. She was in her mid to upper twenties, about 5’4″ tall with a semi-long brunette wig, and beautiful green eyes. Not the skinniest woman in the world, but you can tell she took care of her body. I can’t give the size of her chest but it seemed to fit her body.

She was wearing a fitted white blouse with a black skirt that was more on the tighter side.

My heart skipped a beat, I didn’t expect that reaction. Honestly, I had expected her to shake her head and walk away.

I had no choice but to respond. I said “I’m really sorry, I really didn’t mean to touch you”, she paused for a second and responded with a child-like grin on her face “at least it wasn’t my chest.”

At that moment, I knew this wasn’t the typical Lakewood wife. I figured I’d push my luck, so I said “would that have been so bad?” Hoping I wasn’t wrong about her and she didn’t start yelling loudly at me, “actually not” she said while keeping a grin on her face.

Feeling really emboldened by her response, I stuck my hand out very quickly but gently swiped my hands against her chest all while my eyes were scanning to see if anyone was looking. Her eyes closed for an instant and she let out the tiniest moan. At that moment, I knew I needed to have a conversation with her.