A female customer walks through the door, the last customer of the night. I turn the sign and tell her she's the last one...she's at least 36 and attractive. A mother let's say. She's in her prime. Tall, confident, light skin with dark blond hair. Her sun dress looks like it's hanging on to her chest...and about to fall. One strap over a shoulder. The other carelessly falling off. She smiles at me. I smile back and greet her.
When I approach the counter I ask what I can do for her. She kinda hems and haws while looking at the meat in the case.
As she's looking she leans in for a closer inspection and I can see down her blouse. It seems like a tease at first. The more I look the harder it is to look away. I try to look away...but it gets the better of me. Her breasts are hanging not to firm but not to loose...I can see the nipples just barley touching the inside of her shirt. Her dark areolas are perfectly shaped and silver dollar sized. They are puffed slightly from the cool draft of the case. I see goose bumps start to rise on her skin. She's not wearing a bra.
I feel a spark in my manhood...she catches my eye before I can look away...her gaze seduces me a little further down the rabbit hole...a slight smile appears in the corner of her mouth...I ask if there's anything that catches her eye...she glances at me like a piercing bullet into my soul. Momentarily I sense she can see into my soul...see my exact thoughts at that moment in time. I project an image of her inner thigh with my lips softly kissing each side of the gap of her legs...I'm breathing deeply adding to her pleasure...we snap back to reality. It didn't take me long to mentally undress her tall lengthy body. It's well sculpted and taught in the right places. She's searching for the words.