I was standing at the counter when I saw her legs. Theyโre in the large front display glass window. Her thigh high stockings of black and her garter wore like a soldierโs stripe. Her hips came in view and my heart sank as she swung them side to side in her sexy stride. Her black v-slit dress barely covered her ass cheeks as her breast were trying to leap out of their fairly held shoulder straps laced into a bow up behind the neck.
She swung her hair to the outside as she gazed in the window at the china that was displayed. She stopped at the china vase and tea cups of light blue. Her smile grew as always when she eyed the china.
I gripped a hold of the counter top. My nails dug into the wood. "If she comes in here like the last time I'll be ruined." I thought.
The images of her grasping my head and pulling me in for a kiss and tonsil diving into my mouth as we side stepped right into the Ming Dynasty copies of the "Summer Sun," set. She said she would pay for it as she crashed into the crystal wedding set on the center table just before she spread her legs and said to drink from her nectar.
Or the time she sucked me dry and turned to bend over and yelling for me to fuck her ass just before she broke the "Franklin Mint Selection." The broken pictorial plates were everywhere.
Some rich lady with a passion for crashing sounds as she has her orgasm. If she comes in and locks the door I'm done for I know it. She'll draw the shade down and turn her back to the door and lock it. The sound of my doom, the clicking of the doorknob. The high heels slowly sounding their way across the hardwood.
My eyes fell back on her as she leaned way forward to look at the decorative plates on the bottom row. I saw a man across the street walk into a light pole as he tried to keep walking but had to stop and gander as she leaned even more foreword. I leaned forward to get a better look myself as I was almost horizontal with my tilted body when I realized she was looking at me. Leaned over looking down her cleavage.
She immediately stood up briskly and turned towards the door. I shook my head and tried to regain my composer as I braced my self . I had gripped my self so hard that I bruised myself as I waited on the turning of the doorknob. The fate of breaking glass, expensive china, I had a sweat bead roll down my forehead.