“Hi,” she said. I looked up. She was leaning onto the information desk at the
record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect smile that
beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I
immediately slipped into “helpful employee” mode (trying not to enter “helpful
employee staring at gorgeous babe” mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I
stood up from where I’d been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to look
helpful. “What’s your name?” she asked in a bright voice. Not a question I’d
gotten before, and it threw me a bit. “Jack,” I answered after a second. “What
can I do for you?” She looked down. “Oh, nothing,” she said, flashing her eyes
back at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to look at the
bestseller display. “What’s popular this week?” You, I’m sure, are popular with
everybody, I thought. I let my gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a
real pervert at work. The other guys I work with can get pretty raunchy, but I
had only recently become a real woman watcher, and this job had let me do that
quite a bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore no underwear; my
coworkers and I had fallen over each other waiting for her to bend over the racks
again. This girl, however, was a true beauty. I’m a sucker for a pretty face,
and hers had stunned me into near speechlessness: full red lips, deep green eyes
and short dark red hair. Now my gaze traveled over her figure, slim at the waist
flowing smoothly into her hips, with a high, perfect ass — “Well?” she said,
turning slightly to look at me. I almost jumped as my eyes jerked from her
cheeks to her eyes, which drew me in as she smiled and walked back to the desk.
She leaned forward. “Were you looking at me?” she asked in a low voice. I had
a great view of her breasts but I dared not look. Think, think. “Uh, yeah, I
think you had something on your back. Here, turn around.” She grinned and
turned, and I brushed some imaginary fluff from her lower back. “Some lint, or
something. There, it’s gone. Let’s see, what’s popular… Spice Girls, of
course, and James Taylor, Celine Dion –” “Those are crap,” she offered. “All
that’s good now is fuck tunes.” “Well, yeah,” I stammered, “there’s lots of good
R&B stuff out now, like Maxwell and D’Angelo –” “That’s what I like, stuff like
that.” She looked around. “Are you all by yourself back here?” I shrugged.
“Pretty much. We’re short-staffed, and only have a few people to watch this big
place. Everybody else is working in books.” “Hmmmmmm.” She turned back to look
at the displays. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed to stand so I
would have a great view of her incredible body. The bra she wore was slightly
too small, causing her breasts to bulge slightly in the blue t-shirt. The plaid
skirt lifted and fell as she moved, short enough to show off her tanned legs. I
was sure I was making a puddle of drool on the desk as I stood gazing at her.
Maybe old enough to be a college freshman, maybe not. Did it matter? On the
silk sheets in the bed of my heart, age didn’t (and doesn’t) matter much to me,
and the possibility of anything happening was pretty slim. My stupor was
interrupted again as she turned back to me and strode back to the desk. She
perched in the same position as before, giving me a teasing glimpse. “You were
looking at me the other night, too, when I was here with my friends,” she said in
a conspiratorial whisper. Then I remembered seeing her, dressed in a similarly
stunning green cotton sundress, with some other gorgeous young lasses. My buddy
Rob had moaned at his inability to run into such beauties anywhere but work as
I’d covertly gawked. Not as covertly as I’d thought, obviously. “Weren’t you?”
She was staring at me mischieviously. “Uhm…” She narrowed her eyes and smiled
ever so slightly. “Guys stare, it’s what guys do when they see something they
like, right? Believe me, I know…” She was looking me straight in the eye, and
I felt like a bug on a windshield. But I bit the bullet; what the hell. “Yes, I
was looking. You are…” I groped for a word as her smile widened. “…very
pretty.” Her eyes widened. “Pretty? Well, thank you, Jack. You’re not too bad
yourself.” She turned again and bent over at the waist, reaching for something
on the ground. My gaze was traveling up her legs when I caught her looking at me
and grinning. “Yes, you’re very pretty.” I was totally losing my grip, and I
started babbling. “Yeah, I remember you and your friends… Me and my coworker
were looking at all of you, but I was mostly looking at you.” She straightened
and resumed her perch. “Uh huh. Don’t you think it’s, like, wrong to look at
women that way? We’re not objects, you know.” Her smile was so fetching, a
beauty to behold. Some women turn and hide their grins, and some are more bold,
but she took the cake. Her smile was a tiger trap I would have gladly put my
head into. I frowned. “True, true. But sometimes you ladies seem to want us to
look, right? Like you said, you know when guys stare at you. Obviously you like
it.” “Uh huh. I do like it. I like it a lot.” She squirmed a bit, rubbing her
legs together. “Sometimes I think I like it too much…” Mimicking her pose on
the desk, I bent forward and matched her conspiratorial tone. “What do you
mean?” “Well…” She bit her lip. “Sometimes when I get guys to look at me, I
get really turned on…” She paused. I didn’t say a word. “Sometimes I can’t
wait to touch myself. I mean, I can’t wait until I get home… Sometimes I find
a place where I can get away with it, and go ahead and do it.” “…Like where?” I
prodded. “Well, like the other night when my girlfriends and I were here… This
older guy was near me in a row of books, and he was holding this book like he was
reading it, but really he was looking at me… I was squatting down to look at
the lowest shelf, and he was looking down my dress at my tits.” My erection,
noticbly pushing against the front of my pants, pulsed at her words. I bent over
further, hoping to disguise the bulge, but she couldn’t see from where she was
and continued. “So, he’s doing this pathetic job of pretending to read, I mean
really staring, and I glance over and see his dick get hard. I mean, he was
really showing. So I stood up and made to go by him, and I ‘accidentally’
brushed my hand against his crotch. I looked up at him really sweetly and said I
was so sorry, and he practically bolted. I mean, I got this old fart all hot and
bothered –” She squirmed again. “–and that got *me* hot and bothered.” She
stood up and moved away from the desk a bit. “All he wanted, right then, was to
lift my dress…or this skirt…” She paused as she touched the hem of her skirt.
My eyes were glued to her fingers as she lifted it slightly. “…rip off my
panties…” I could see the barest hint of white panties. “…and fuck the shit
out of me.” I bit my lip. My dick was a steel rod, poking painfully into the
front of the desk. My brain wasn’t taking any calls, and my eyes were glued to
the gorgeous woman exposing herself. Suddenly she dropped the skirt and grinned.
“I’ll be right back,” she blurted. She turned and walked quickly towards the
restrooms. Realizing my mouth was open, I closed it and shook myself. What the
hell was going on here? Surely this couldn’t be legit. Was this some bizarre
trick by management to get me fired? Was this some weird setup by my roommate to
get a laugh? Thinking fast, I dialed my buddy Jeff, stationed at the other
information desk across the store. When he answered I spoke fast. “Did you see
that gorgeous redhead in the blue shirt and plaid skirt?” “No, I didn’t… Where
is she?” Wait a minute, my brain screamed. You want to share this with someone
else? What are you, an idiot? “She just left, I think. Man, you really missed
it… She was truly butterscotch.” “Butterscotch” was our term for a seriously
hot woman. “Aw, too bad. I have a customer, I have to go. But don’t forget to
make a closing announcement in a couple of minutes.” Crap, I thought, as I
glanced at a clock and realized the time. The store would be closing in twenty
minutes. “No problem,” I said, and hung up. Fortunately, I’d finished most of
the closing procedures and had little to do before making the closing calls. It
was a few minutes early, but I went ahead and made the 15-minute announcement.
Halfway through, she reappeared, walking towards me and smiling. As I hung up,
she leaned forward on the desk again. “You have a beautiful voice,” she said,
biting her finger. I leaned forward again, and my nose caught the unmistakable
scent of a woman’s sex. I tried to suppress a grin and failed. She just smiled
and sucked on her index finger. “You really like being looked at, huh? It turns
you on that much?” I asked quietly. “Yeah, it does. Especially when cute guys
are staring… The kind I like staring at myself.” The full-bore force of her
look hit me like a baseball bat. “Aw, give me a break… I’m not all –” “Shhhh.”
She brought her finger to my lips. It was all I could do not to close my eyes
and suck her finger into my mouth. It reeked of her juices, and smelled divine.
“Don’t get uptight about it, just accept it for what it is. There’s lots of cute
guys around, but you’re interesting. And cute plus interesting, to me, equals
sexy.” My erection pulsed again as she stood up and twirled on one foot, her
skirt flying up just a bit. “Do you think I’m sexy? Or just pretty?” I closed
my mouth again. “Oh, I would definitely have to say you’re sexy. Very.” She
grinned and twirled again. “Very, very.” “Well,” she said, dropping into a split
on the floor, “do you like looking at sexy girls?” I nodded vigorously. She ran
her hands up one leg. “Do you just like to look? Or do you like other things,
too?” Her fingertips reached the hem of her skirt again, and teasingly brushed
it upwards. “I like all kinds of things,” I stammered. “But I like everything
about you.” Over the intercom I heard Jeff do the ten minute announcement in an
annoyed voice. “We’re closing in just a few minutes,” I said. “All good things
come to an end.” “Do they?” she said absentmindedly, as she brushed the skirt up
another bit. “Do they have to?” She looked up at me. “Nope, no way, uh-uh,” I
blurted. She laughed. “You don’t have girls flirt with you very often, do you?
Do you like it?” “I like it a lot. But I’ve never had anyone flirt with me like
you. You’re incredible.” She smiled and pulled the skirt up a bit more, bringing
her leg around. Now her panties were fully visible; I could make out her lips
through the thin material — was that moisture I saw there? For several seconds,
maybe minutes, my eyes traced the contours of those beautiful panties. But then
she stood up and leaned over to me again. “Thank you,” she said. “Now, any old
fart can look down my dress and get a thrill,” she said, touching the front of my
shirt. “But some guys I let see a little more. Some guys I let actually do
something. Maybe they can touch me…” She ran a finger over the back of my
hand; her touch was electric. “Maybe I can touch them… But that’s maybe,” she
said harshly, and she pinched my hand, hard. I grimaced…but nodded. “Maybe,
if you’re a good boy… But we’ll have to see.” She looked around. “Who checks
the bathrooms?” I startled, then replied, “Anybody who volunteers… I’ll do it.”
She grinned. “Okay… I’ll be the one you have to drag out, then. I’ll see you
in a few minutes.” She leaned forward and kissed me, easing her tongue into my
mouth with a luscious swirl I lost myself in, and then she was gone, strutting
towards the restrooms. I quickly made a five minute announcement, then walked
around the back of the store looking for stragglers. I found two, encouraged
them to find what they were looking for and buy it, and gradually made the
rounds, arriving at the other information desk. Jeff was hunched over a magazine.
“Are we clear yet?” “Almost. There’s two over in art; I think they’re hunting
for naked pictures.” “That’s always fun. I’ll go check the –” “No, I’ll do it,
I’m on my way,” I interrupted, moving to the restroom. I checked the men’s room
first and found it empty, then knocked on the women’s room door. “Anyone in
there? It’s time to go,” I said. I heard a slight giggle, and my curiosity (and
my cock) told me to go in, so I did. Opening the first two doors, I found them
empty, but in the third stall she sat on the toilet, one leg on the handicapped
bar and one on the floor. Her fingers were moving in and out of her bare pussy;
I could hear them slurping slightly as she did it, staring right into my eyes and
smiling. I stood there and stared as she masturbated, bringing her other hand to
rub her clitoris. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “Time to go?” she
finally asked. “Yep.” I didn’t move. She dropped her leg to the floor, and
grabbed her panties. With her legs wide open and still looking me in the eye,
she wiped her panties over her sex, even pushing part of it into her before
standing, walking to me and placing them in my hand. “I’ll be back to see you
soon,” she said. She pushed her body into mine; I felt her breasts rub
delightfully against me, and smelled her heavenly aroma. She looked fetchingly
up at me again. “But not tonight. I have things to do tonight, okay?” “Alright,
but come back soon, okay? I’ll be good, I promise.” “Of course you will, if you
ever want any of this,” she said, moving my hand to her crotch. It was hot and
wet, and I instantly moved a finger inside of her. She shuddered, but pushed me
away. “I’ll see you,” she said, and pushed past me and out the door. I almost
ran after her, but realized I had her panties in my hand. I quickly shoved them
in my pocket and ran after her, but she was out the front door. Jeff approached
behind me. “Damn, was that the chick you were talking about? Man, she was
fine.” “Yeah,” I nodded stupidly. “Yeah.”
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