Her name was Amy.
The only reason I knew that was because I heard her husband yell at her as she walked past me. She was still looking at me, that same sexy smirk on her face.
It was the kind of look I used to get in bars, when I used to be able to go to bars, from sexy women who knew exactly what I wanted from them and who enjoyed teasing the hell out of me. Back in those days I wouldn't have stopped until I got what I wanted. I would have taken her back to my apartment and fucked her sexy little brains out, before falling asleep in a tangled sticky, sweaty mess. But as I stood here in line with my wife and kids to see the terribly unconvincing mall version of Santa Claus, those days seemed like a lifetime ago. Sure I was happy enough. I had a good job, a beautiful wife and two cute little kids. It had just been a long time since I had jumped in the sack with a hot piece of ass that I barely knew, and this sexy woman walking past me, with that gleam in her eye, was stirring all kinds of illicit and incredible memories.
"Amy, don't forget to get something for Tom too, he got me something last year," I heard her husband say as she walked past me. She barely acknowledged him, but definitely smiled at me. She liked the attention, just like I did, I could see that. I had been exchanging glances with her the whole time we had been standing in line; a line that seemed like it could go on for miles. She had probably been married just as long as I had, her kids looked about the same age. And if her marriage was anything like mine, it had been on cruise control for a few years, with jobs, kids, and life all sucking the spontaneous fun out of the relationship. My wife and I didn't actually write out our sex dates on the calendar, but we weren't all that far away from that.
My wife was talking to our oldest as she walked by, and thank god, because I didn't hide the fact that I was checking her out from head to toe. We made eye contact and held it for what seemed like forever. I didn't try to hide the lust she must have seen in my eyes. Most women would have broken eye contact, or avoided it altogether, but this woman was confident. She knew I was undressing her with my eyes, and she didn't care. Clearly, it was an every hour occurrence for her. I only broke my stare so that my eyes could take all of her in, from her incredible cleavage and the curve of her perfectly shaped breasts, down past the sway of her hips and her shapely legs. Even her ankles were torturing me, and I had no doubt they would look amazing with my hands wrapped tightly around them. As she breezed passed, her perfume filled my nostrils, she was intoxicating in every way. I couldn't help but turn my head, like most of the other dads and grandads in line, and watch her sexy ass move as she walked away, her skirt swinging just above her knee. This unseasonably warm weather we were having definitely had it benefits, and one of them was that the ladies were still showing plenty of leg. White Christmases were overrated, especially for a leg man like myself.
As I watched her walk away, something inside me snapped. An overwhelming urge to follow her was taking hold of my brain, urging my legs into action. I wasn't in a bar, this wasn't a sexy young co-ed, this was a mall MILF here with her husband. I tried to convince myself otherwise, but to no avail. If this woman turned back, it was a sign, I was going to figure out a way to follow her. To where, I had no idea. I watched, for too long actually. Hopefully my wife and/or her husband didn't notice. And just when I thought the window for the sign from the universe for me to stalk this woman had passed, she flicked her hair and turned back. She might have been looking past me to her husband, but I could swear she was looking at me when she waved. It was brief, and then she was on her way again, her ass sending out an SOS to me as she left. Okay, maybe if SOS stood for "Stay off, sucka" I made a split second decision. She was in all likelihood doing nothing more that exchanging a glance, but I was gonna follow her. I needed to make my getaway.
"This line goes on for miles," I said, turning to my wife. "We are gonna be here forever." I reached in my wallet, pulling out a fifty, "Here, let the kids go to that little village thing and get presents after they get their picture made with Santa. I'm gonna go pick out something for you and my parents and take it to the car. If I don't go now, we'll be here all night."
I was already walking away when she yelled back, "What about the elf show?"
Fuck, I forgot about the elf show, but I was already making a run for it. "Its the same as last year, Ellen, I'm not missing anything. You take them and I'll sit through the next boring show." I smiled and she smiled back, but I knew I'd pay for ditching her later. Right then I didn't care, I had to follow my new friend Amy, and for a short bitch in heels, she was walking pretty damn fast.
I picked up the top of her head just before she made a right turn and I took off, picking up my pace so that I could perv at a reasonable distance. The mall was packed with holiday shoppers, and I was weaving my way through them with agility I hadn't shown since my days as a tailback in high school. I was bobbing and weaving through the crowd, looking for gaps in the traffic and shooting through them. I'm not going to deny being a bit of a dirty middle aged man. . .okay, bit of is being kind. Normally on a crowded day like this, I would be in heaven, ogling every woman in the mall who happened to have a nice set of tits, a round ass, or sexy legs. I knew where the hot kiosk girls sat, and on days that I was dragged to the mall by my wife, I would be making sure to check all of them out. Tonight was different, I only had one sexy little ass on my mind, and it was moving quickly through the crowd ahead of me.
Just as I was beginning to make some progress in reeling her in, she made a sharp turn left and into a store. I was so focused on making sure I didn't lose her, I didn't even notice the store she walked into. I turned where she turned and found myself neck deep in pink and panties and lots of women who all suddenly seemed to be looking at me. I felt really comfortable in Victoria's Secret when I was looking around with my wife, it was a little different when I was there on my own, especially when it was packed and I was red-faced and breathing like I had just run a 100 meter dash with a hard-on.
"Can I help you find something," a twenty-something sexy redheaded salesgirl asked, walking up to me. I looked past her and over at Amy, the woman I was following. She was looking right at me, smiling, enjoying my apparent discomfort.
"No, I'm just looking," I said, looking straight at Amy. The salesgirl smirked, then walked off, and I slowly made my way over to were the object of my chase was looking at some panties. She had broken eye contact and was picking up a hot pink thong as I closed in. She didn't look up.
"See something you like," she said, in no question the sexiest fucking voice I have ever heard.
"You have no idea," I said, "I've been eyeing it for a while."
She looked up at me, smiling. "So what's the plan? Follow me through the mall? Do I look like I need help holding my bags?" she laughed, "Won't your wife miss you?"
