A woman perusing a shelf of items.

A young lady with sleek black hair tied into a ponytail, adorned in a casual button-up shirt and blue pants, stood in front of him. She was rotating a 5-Hour Energy bottle in her hands, then under mostly apathetic eyes placed it back on the shelf. Her gaze settled downward, no doubt mindlessly looking through the items on display while the elderly lady in front set down one stalk of vegetable on the belt at a time. It was probably a thought to move, but she wasn't that far from the end of the tunnel, so they waited it out.

As they did, however, Carl discreetly appreciated the missus's backside. (The one right before him, that is.)

Instinctively, as usual, his teenaged mind began to wander.

Man. I wish she would find something on the bottom row interesting...

Without crouching, he added almost out of sight, observing her covered assets through her casual pair of jeans silently. And in futility.

Carl shook himself back into focus. He reverted his attention to the front, only to promptly wince. Turned out those vegetables were accompanied by several varieties of canned beans.

It was as he tried to peek, from 5 feet away, into the cart of the elderly lady to see how much of the assortment remained that he felt a slight bump on his own. His eyes returned to his immediate front.

"Whoops, sorry back there."

"It's cool." Carl slid his eyes. Then subsequently widened them as they fell upon the source of the apology.

Lo and a-go.

As he lived and breathed.

He was, at that moment, face to face with one round, fabric-straining, white-woman ass.

The composure in his face wavered. The woman had swiveled her head back forward, going down the length of the bottom row of items in the same rack that she'd picked the 5-Hour Energy bottle from -- this time employing her attention to the bottom -- bottom! -- row. And inconceivably, her legs and waist were noticeably still in place as they had been while standing up, the result causing her ass to jut out in arm's length in front of Carl. The effect slightly pushed her shirt over her belt to expose her sunny looking waistline as well. It was harmless enough to be waved away. But gaudy enough to look out of place, as she scratched her chin while bent at a near 30-degree angle, butt pushing against her jeans. It looked like she was trying to multitask while also touching her toes. Who cared if it was working?

Gulping, the teen was tempted to confirm that earlier distance estimation with a literal interpretation...

Oh damn it, he thought to himself again, growing a little self-conscious. I just... I shouldn't... but I...