I travel a lot - on the order of 4 flights a week. And, I have a hall pass. I had met a lady in an airport a week or so ago who was very interesting and who my wife had insisted I arrange a date with. I was on the way to the airport and realized that I didn't have any condoms to take with me so headed off to Smith's at 7:30 AM to get some.
I searched all over for them, but couldn't find them and eventually had to ask a young lady who was stocking shelves where they were. She directed me to the pharmacy, which wasn't open at that early hour. But, there they were, behind the security grate that was still pulled down. I was running late and really didn't have time to make another stop between Smith's and the airport so I decided to go for it. On my knees, I squeezed my hand between the bars of the grate, reached as far as I could and could just touch a box of Trojans. With a little finger effort I eventually as able to grab the box, but then I couldn't get the box through the grate. It was somewhat like the monkey that reached into the cookie jar to grab a fist full of cookies, but had to let go of the cookies to get his hand back out of the jar.
So there I was, on my knees, my arm through the security grate, struggling to snag the box of condoms when who should walk up but the young lady who'd given me directions. "A little desperate for condoms, are you?" she asked. So, with my arm through the grate I had to explain that I had a date, was headed for the airport with no time to spare, and just needed to get them now. She gave me "the look" and walked off.
With a little effort I was able to get the box of Trojans through the grate and made my way to the self checkout. Guess who was there. While pulling my wallet out of my pocket, the business card of my date fell out. The young lady picked it up and handed it to me. "Is this who you need the condoms for?", she asked. I mumbled something, scanned the box, paid for them with a credit card and headed for the door. The last thing I heard on the way out was the young lady calling, "I hope you get lucky!"
I called the wife on the way to the airport to tell her about all of this and she suggested I write it here. She was laughing her ass off; I hope you enjoyed it too.
I searched all over for them, but couldn't find them and eventually had to ask a young lady who was stocking shelves where they were. She directed me to the pharmacy, which wasn't open at that early hour. But, there they were, behind the security grate that was still pulled down. I was running late and really didn't have time to make another stop between Smith's and the airport so I decided to go for it. On my knees, I squeezed my hand between the bars of the grate, reached as far as I could and could just touch a box of Trojans. With a little finger effort I eventually as able to grab the box, but then I couldn't get the box through the grate. It was somewhat like the monkey that reached into the cookie jar to grab a fist full of cookies, but had to let go of the cookies to get his hand back out of the jar.
So there I was, on my knees, my arm through the security grate, struggling to snag the box of condoms when who should walk up but the young lady who'd given me directions. "A little desperate for condoms, are you?" she asked. So, with my arm through the grate I had to explain that I had a date, was headed for the airport with no time to spare, and just needed to get them now. She gave me "the look" and walked off.
With a little effort I was able to get the box of Trojans through the grate and made my way to the self checkout. Guess who was there. While pulling my wallet out of my pocket, the business card of my date fell out. The young lady picked it up and handed it to me. "Is this who you need the condoms for?", she asked. I mumbled something, scanned the box, paid for them with a credit card and headed for the door. The last thing I heard on the way out was the young lady calling, "I hope you get lucky!"
I called the wife on the way to the airport to tell her about all of this and she suggested I write it here. She was laughing her ass off; I hope you enjoyed it too.
I was expecting to hear the story take a twist, and hear you had a last minute substituttion.
Now that would have been interesting... Right there in Smith's at 7:30 in the AM.
Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me but....
UTAH-CPLE-2006 wrote:
Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me but....
Haha, I could have sworn I saw that in the Penthouse Fourum decades ago.
I can see the headlines now. Man Caught Stealing Condoms. LOL
I think they sell them at the airport behind the counter.
SEXISFUN775 wrote:
I think they sell them at the airport behind the counter.
Yeah, gas station men's rooms are no longer an option.
haha I love this. This would so be me.