For a married man with an appreciation for the female form and in particular a finely toned backside or as I like to call it, a "peach", I found out yesterday that it is highly advised not to visit the minefield that is the ice skating rink while there is a national figure skating competition in progress.
Within 2 minutes of walking in the door and sitting at the boot changing bench I was surrounded by a multitude of Lycra clad women floating by and bending over within my field of view.
Now don't get me wrong, I am in no way complaining about this situation other than at the time I was sat next to my wife and while I was trying to avert my gaze to avoid the inevitable slap another pert package would materialize as if by magic at the new focal point and as if that wasn't bad enough they all seemed to be deliberately bending over at tables and benches showing the world what was underneath the smallest .
of material skirts that may as well not have been there.
Now this was a major issue until my understanding wife asked why I looked so panicked, then preceded to tell me not to worry about looking and even started to point the nicest ones in her opinion out to me.
While this made things much more relaxed the further notification of derrieres in the imminent vicinity prompted a completely different problem altogether!
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