The Powers of Lycra

I'm not complaining.

Are the young women who exercise in active wear along the local beachfront aware that men in sunglasses are not looking at nature but  them?
Not that long ago if you wore your underwear in public you'd be declared either mad or a hussy or both.
These young women wear their Lycra active gear ( bras and panties)  seemingly without a care in the world.The only thing left for a males imagination is what lies underneath.
The lips below their hips say nothing and everything but not for me.
I'm old now , quite invisible and not supposed to look or risk being labelled a dirty old perv.

Surely, these young women know what they look like and what power they have over us pathetic males.I suppose if they've got it flaunt it.

Anyway, I have developed a cunning strategy to avoid too much of my imagination being wasted on undressing them .As they walk towards me or in front of me, no matter how stunning they are, I remind myself.

They might have bad breath
They might have a yeast infection.
They shit and piss like all creatures.
They might be monosyllabic idiots.
They could have warts or scars or worst of all cellulite.
They might be totally frigid ( is that still applicable these days)

It's not a bad strategy but the female form is just so damned magnificent there are no defences against it.

I love all women just some more than others.

What a horny old perv I must be!!!