How do you not notice a great ass?

The other day I was walking into a store to grab a few items. I was completely stale, there was no sexual arousal in me and I hadn't been thinking of anything sexual for some time. This was a get in, get out situation, however while walking from my vehicle through the parking lot I happened behind a pair of late twenties to early thirties couple. I couldn't tell you what the man was wearing, but the woman? Anguish-faced emoji.

So, what she was wearing wasn't anything spectacular, it was what was happening underneath (or along with? I don't know the physiology of it) which had me instantly firing on all arousal cylinders. The outfit was simple, oversized sweater that went down her back and rested on the top of her behind, but that behind was what kept my attention. She was wearing simple black yoga pants but the way she was walking was making her cheeks bounce and move beneath the fabric that made it almost look pornographic.

I'm terrible at distances but we were probably 100-150 feet from the entrance to the store and I looked down, as I noticed them in front of me. How could I not? She was an attractive young woman, at least from behind as I never got a good look at her face really, and she was right in front of me with this incredible ass that was moving in an almost cartoonish manner. It was as if I were watching some hentai over-exaggerated butt jiggling but it was real and it was right in front of me.

I couldn't pull my eyes away from this woman's ass. It wasn't big or anything, it may have been very normal-sized for a typical white girl but the fleshy portion of it was round and completely flexible, like jelly. There was a point where I had to consciously make myself stop staring, as it had been a good three or four seconds of walking at ten to fifteen feet behind them where my eyes were glued to this girls ass cheeks.

Maybe someone would noticed. My head did feel as if it were pointing directly at her butt with a laser beam focus of my eyes. I didn't want some good Samaritan or jackass who thinks he's funny to yell out for me to stop staring at that girl's ass, so I picked my head up as naturally as I could and casually turned it to the left as if looking randomly. The thought occurred to me to not look back and forth wildly as it would be more attention grabbing as if I were trying not to purposely look at her ass, or at least not get caught, only now I didn't know how to turn my attention back to her cheeks without looking even more obvious.

As we got closer to the door, walking across the driving path in front of the store, I wanted one more look. I would possibly never see her jiggling, glorious ass ever again and I wanted one more look to savor the memory of it. I glanced down and both cheeks bounced cheerily as she stepped. They moved up and down, and when the bounce bottomed out they shook outwardly to the sides in a jaunty, half bounce before resuming their rhythm again. Her dark yoga pants hugged every curve and allowed them individuality and in some form of perfection they still danced together with each step.

A few moments later, a mere fifteen seconds, we were both in the store and I had purposely gone the wrong direction of where I wanted to go so I wouldn't be behind them anymore. Part of me didn't want to linger behind them. I didn't want to indulge myself too much as I was afraid I wouldn't stop looking and I'd be caught. Another part of me told myself I had enough and some things were meant to be enjoyed in small doses and letting it draw out further would have, possibly, lessened the memory.

Another part of me just didn't think it was a good idea to go into a smaller place and continue to stare at some random woman's ass. Plus, she probably wouldn't have been walking fast enough to continue the bounce that had entranced me so deeply.

I went through the store the long way, eventually refocusing myself and finding the items I came in to get. The problem was that I was charged up from the girl in the parking lot. I didn't see her again anywhere and I wasn't really looking for her but my senses were glowing. They wanted more stimulation.

Then I noticed another girl. I wasn't looking for her, despite my senses wanting something else to hone in on, but I just turned my head as I was walking and she was staring at me. She seemed younger than the girl in the parking lot, early to mid twenties. She had dark hair up in a ponytail, while the parking lot girl was blonde with her hair down naturally. The girl in the parking lot was small framed, short, but had a very slight curve to her with slim hips. This new girl had a very slight frame with little to no shape and was dressed all in dark colors along with a pair of dark glasses.

I glanced back at her and she looked away, not in a hurried manner as if she had been caught but just away as if she was going back to her life. Not me though, I couldn't. I was enamored with her staring at me and I stared back a little longer to see if she'd look back again. She didn't, so I turned away but I couldn't pull myself from that area.

I looked at her again while moving slowly through the items I feigned interest in. She was a distance away from me, about two thirds down the aisle but nobody else was near me so I couldn't have mistaken her glance to be for someone else. After a couple of more glances down in her direction with nothing to show for it I tried to make myself stop looking. I didn't want to force it. Maybe I just entered her line of vision and she wasn't actually looking at me.

That finally caught on to be my perceived truth and I let turned down the opposite way and walked to the check out lanes and left the store.

Those two experiences within a short time of each other made me insatiable. I needed something, but most of all I wanted to remember it. I wanted to remember them. That's when I decided I needed to write this post, although I wasn't able to finish it until a week or so later I needed to get it down and let it live through my fingers. The woman's ass cheeks moving with such wild grace. The lingering stare of the other woman in the aisle. If I had a wife, girlfriend, booty call or escort I could see on a moments notice I would have fucked them vigorously as soon as possible.

But I don't so I was left to this. This nothing where I didn't even end up jerking off to either of them. My only form of satisfaction came from writing it all down and wondering if, reading it back on some future date, I would remember it at all.

Would it turn out to be some hazy memory where I recalled something about a walking in the parking lot and ogling a woman's ass?
Would I have any idea what I was on about at all?

Or, will this be seared deep into my brain where I can close my eyes and see the elegant jostling of her cheeks beneath the tight stretchy fabric? Even now, at least a week later, most of the experience is blurred around the edges but if I stop thinking and just clear my head I can still see the way she stepped. There was a slight bounce in each length as she tried to keep up with the man she was with who was much taller and had longer strides. That is where the bounce of her cheeks came in, the long steps she made to keep up which caused the meaty, thick part of her cheeks jiggle and shake as she kept pace.

I hope it's still there when I reach back to it whenever the next time I try. I hope you can see it too.