He wishes women were more inviting about certain rear parts.

...I just wish women would be cool with me touching and drinking in their asses like that. Welcome it, even.

Yeah.

All he needed was a dimension hopping ability...

The woman's stance had risen a few degrees, allowing her shirt to prudently drop back down over her waistline region, and the creases straining across her backside area to relax. Carefully, Carl tried to keep a straight face, diverting his line of sight somewhere else, anywhere else, like... like the retainers on that nerdy looking blonde trying to lift that bag of dog food back onto the her cart.

He glanced back anyway, and noticed the woman was looking at him.

"Excuse me," the ponytailed patron formally caught Carl's attention.

Carl wanted to slap himself. Instead, he smiled stupidly.

"I couldn't help but notice you staring."

"Oh." Carl gulped, trying to keep calm. Trying to play dumb, and hoping all that practice at home paid off. "Did you? At what, exactly?"

"My butt, while I was bending over," the woman replied with surprising self-composition.

"Ahaha, it did look like that didn't it? Wow, what a misunderstanding. The fact is, I hate cockroaches. I looked down here for a second, and I could've sworn that crawling up your leg was a--"

"You don't need to bluff. I saw where your eyes were. It was on my ass. Am I wrong?"

"No, really, it's --" the teen paused, and sighed. "No, you're not." Caught him like Jerry in a mousetrap. He cleared his throat, shoulders slumped.

The woman scrunched a brow, but only faintly. After a moment of dead air, she helpfully pivoted her back towards Carl. Then she looked over her shoulder. "So... is it that good looking?"

If that was a question, Carl's glued eyes were the answer. "Erherm," he nodded.

"Go ahead, give it a fondle."

"Give it a what..!?" A few looks were directed his way. If he had something to spit out, this woman would've been showered in it by now. Carl's brain stalled.

"A fondle. What, you don't find it attractive? Truthfully, I don't really keep myself in the same shape that I used to." A wistful sigh left her, one that didn't seem to register Carl's disbelief. Reminiscence briefly glazed across her eyes, then glimmered away. "Add to that the fact that I have a 3-month-old under my belt now and making the juggle work out can feel like chess sometimes."

"Uh...huh."

"At the moment, I work as a paralegal. As convenient as it's been, the past two months have been a real load. It can bear a big weight once you just sit down and roll your shoulders, reflecting on the work to do, to come. At least for my clients. It's crucial to just keep moving."

Carl nodded uncertainly.

"Yeah," the woman punctuated. "Sometimes, I don't feel like the spry young girl I once was."

"Right..."

She frowned. "Oh, where were we." Her eyes lit up in recall. "That's right." Bending over again slightly, she looked behind her at the boy. "It's right here, you know. You sure you don't want to just feel it?"

Holy moly. She was serious, wasn't she?

An offer like this... shamelessly being presented to him. A high schooler. In the midst of all these people.

A tent quickly formed in his pants.

Screw it.

Without warning, Carl unsheathed his hand and planted it against her meaty ass.

His eyes shot to his brows. Squeeze. Through the fabric, he could feel a nice volume of flesh, and dug his fingers into it.

Oh gawd, Carl squeezed again. Ohmigod!

A real, adult female ass! And I've got my own fumbling hand latched onto it!

In damn public!

He slid his fingers across it like a roll of dough, squeezing periodically. This went on for a good few seconds. For him, it felt like a few minutes. Then finally, she straightened and he automatically let go.

"I thought you'd like that," ever calm and genuinely feminine. With only an unfettered smile, she re-composed herself, turned forward, and pushed up. "Then again, kids your age always do, I imagine."

The young man was reduced to babbles. It looked like minutes had passed when he finally looked up to find the woman he'd barely just met -- naught with an even proper introduction -- walking up to slide her goods into a set of bags. Ass looking as normal as ever. As un-groped as before. He looked at his hand.

Carl then watched her drop her bagged goods in the cart and firmly walk off.

Strange...

"That would be $35, sir," announced the cashier lady a few swipes later.

Shwip.

Clank.

Ching!

"Have a nice day!"