Girl Watching

         This essay is primarily for all the guys who notice and observe the girls out there. C'mon, now, I'm not down on guys who like guys. And I'm not trying to be sexist or rude. I just happen to like girl watching. In fact, I probably think about girls way too much. And not just quote pretty girls unquote. I profess a penchant for full figured girls; ones a little heavier than the accepted norm. I find them especially intriguing and exciting for the most part.

         I consider myself a premier girl watcher. I use the term 'girls' to mean females of all ages and forms. I watch any girls who walk by (sometimes to my wife's chagrin). But, girls (and honey), I don't touch; I just watch.

         And what do I watch?

         I watch single girls, married girls, girls in their 20's and 30's, middle-aged girls and senior girls. I watch girls with boyfriends, girls with other girls, and girls by themselves. All girls! Sometimes I wonder how I have time to write. I watch girls coming and going, especially going. And that is the subject of this essay today.

         I have long thought that one of the most sensual things about a girl is the way she moves, the way she walks. A girl's clothed behind -- yes, I said clothed -- walking away from me provides some of my greatest joy in observing the female form. The stride, the gait, the actual walk of some girls can be a study in eroticism. Everything around fades to gray while that walk lights up my view. I'm quite sure in some cases that my mouth hangs open and I stare unabashedly at that perfect female form flowing from my sight. I could no sooner tear my eyes from such perfection than I could stop thinking about girls altogether.

         The sight of a big beautiful woman's large cheeks alternating up and down while moving slowly away from me is a study in free flowing viscous movement. I submit that larger asses of full figured girls provide greater opportunities for natural erotic motion beyond that of any thin girl.

         There are natural walks, and there are forced walks. You know the latter--a walk by a girl who feels the need to exaggerate or accent her walk to ensure she is noticed by those around her. Such a forced walk is also readily apparent by models on the runway--totally artificial in my view. They get the cursory glance, but that's as far as I'm willing to go.

         For me, a natural walk is a thing of unsurpassed beauty. It is real, it is unpretentious, it is not forced, and it is readily apparent no matter what the age or size of the girl manifesting that walk. Each walk is singular. Each walk is distinct. Some girls never pull off "the walk." However, every girl is deserving of one's observation.

         Her gait may be slow and sensual, or deliberate and determined. It may be seductive, fast, swaying, tired, flowing, fluid, purposeful, or a waddle. Her behind may be covered by very loose fitting pants that hide the walking movement, by tight jeans that distinctly separates and accents a walk calling attention to each individual perfectly formed cheek, or by a skirt that sways sensually from side to side revealing tight calves and perhaps a shapely ankle.

         A walk is as personal and distinctive as a snowflake. No two walks are alike. Even walking in groups, no two girls have the same style of walk. Check it out the next time you have an opportunity. You'll see.

         I've long considered it one of life's great ironies in my life that my favorite part of a girl's anatomy is the one best visible as the girl walks away from me, out of my sight, and perhaps, out of my life. Sometimes I don't get the opportunity to see any other part of that particular lady. But, I consider myself fortunate if I've witnessed that walk--that study of nature's perfect erotic harmony.

         No matter what part of a girl that first catches one's eye while observing the female form, I think it's safe to say that even the most callused girl watcher cannot fail to appreciate the beauty of a girl's walk as she departs from his sight perhaps leaving a lasting memory for subsequent reflection.

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