SHE:
I see you at the mall and watch out of the corner of my eye as you follow me. I know you're there. You know I'm aware, but we pretend to walk separately anyway. We've met for me to find some jeans -- to fulfill a dream you've had of my bottom clad in denim that has been waking you from a sound sleep lately to find yourself in a state. I adore teasing you ... taunting you. I love watching the passion build in your gaze as you imagine your dream fulfilled. I go into clothing stores -- three or four -- always stopping at the racks with jeans. I look at them, check the tags, hold them up to my body. Turning, I catch you licking your lips as you watch. I smile and put down the pair I was just holding and exit yet again. You sigh and follow -- hanging back -- watching.
HE:
I decide that once and for all I am going to make you pay for all this teasing. I'm thinking, "Let's give her some rope and see if she'll hang herself." To be honest, you are turning me on beyond words. You are the most attractive woman I have ever known -- and being teased by you this way is exquisite torture. I will keep watching you -- and wait for the just the right moment to show you what you have wrought.
SHE:
The next store holds nothing that interests me. The next -- possibilities... I walk in and see a center island of fitting rooms standing in a circle, each separated from the next by a few feet of aisle space. There is only one other customer and one salesgirl on the floor, helping her.
I go to the rack holding the jeans and find my size. I catch your eye and look toward the fitting rooms. No one is watching.
HE:
I watch in heightening ardor as you make your way to a dressing room, open the door and enter. It is time to have my way with you, you minx. The way you tease goes right to the center of my libido, enflaming my already burning hot desire to have you.
SHE:
When I slipped inside, I left the door slightly ajar -- the one facing away from the salesgirl and her mark. The room is larger at the back with mirrors all around.
HE:
I sidle up to the door, listening intently. I hear you drop your bag on the dressing room bench. Counting to ten, allowing time for you to begin to disrobe, I am almost vibrating with need. I wonder if you know that I am outside or not... will I have the balls to do this... or wait until we get home... After a quick look around to see if anyone is near, I push the door open slightly wider to enter.
SHE:
I look up at the mirror and watch you slip in behind me. You take the seat on the high stool in the corner facing me with the mirrors beyond, reflecting the slight nod of my head. I hang up the jeans I've brought in and slip out of my jacket. I'm wearing your favorite shirt -- black, see-through nylon. I hear your gasp as you recognize it. I bend forward as I slip out of the slacks I'm wearing. The shirt does not cover the lack of panties when I lean down to slip my slacks over my feet. When I stand, I catch you biting your lip as you watch me ... watch me.
HE:
As you bend again over the bench, facing away from the door, your pants puddled around your feet, I come up close behind you and run my hands up the inside of your leg, over your pussy from behind and up over your savory ass.
SHE:
The stroke is deep and almost shocking. You pass over my essence so quickly -- so teasing. Your hand lingers on my bottom. Our eyes meet again in the mirror. I feel the warmth and the weight of your hand against my nether cheek. I lean back and rest against you a moment, finding a deep comfort in the support of your body against mine.
After this connection, I take up the jeans and lean forward again to step into them. I hear your breath as you catch it and it stops ... deep in your throat. I hold for a heartbeat ... two ... three ... until I hear your sigh, and then I continue my task.
HE:
I return to my perch on the stool in a state of obvious arousal, breathing heavily. My eyes never leave your supple, voluptuous form as you slide the tight jeans up over your ass that I so adore. I await the show you have in mind... hoping that you can handle the possible consequences.
SHE:
The jeans slide up my legs and over my bottom. I flash you again as I lean forward to allow the jeans to pass unencumbered. The fabic of my top falls forward over my wrists and gathers at my waist. You can see me, framed in the denim as it tightens and relaxes when I close up the front. I continue to hold up the fabric of my shirt giving us both full access to my figure in jeans, mirrored all around. I turn right and left watching my nipples harden and flash you through the thin fabric. I catch your gaze in the mirror once more. I watch your focus slip down as I bend forward, pretending to brush something from my knee. As I stand, I hear the rustle of your clothing and the clink of your belt buckle. I watch you as you free yourself from the clothing that was holding you back.
HE:
I hungrily watch your every move -- my cock standing at attention, fully aroused by the gorgeous woman in front of me. Catching your gaze reflected in the mirror, I wrap my fist around the shaft of my cock and begin masturbating it for you.
