She loved the way that he looked at her. It seemed as if he knew exactly what she looked like naked, and appreciated what he saw. It had been too long since any man had looked at her like he did, so she let herself enjoy it, knowing that nothing would ever come of it. On nights like tonight where she had got to see him, she often went home to a glass of wine and a nice little fantasy. It was a ritual she had come to enjoy very much over the few months since he had started shopping at her store. A ritual she had come to enjoy so much in fact she would start to get wet as soon as he walked through her doors. It was hard to look him in the face, share small talk, or to even breath normally when her thoughts went to whatever fantasy she had most recently had of him. Today had been hot as summer was in full swing and he had come in without a shirt on.
"Do I need to put this on? Most places have that no shirt rule, I didn't see a sign."
"No I don't serve food so you're okay. It's too hot out there to put it back on anyway."
He had a broad chest and shoulders, tight solid abs, and arms that she could tell would have no problem tossing her around like a rag doll. After she told him he could keep his shirt on, she saw a few of the other women in the store give her thank you winks. He smiled at her, she almost came in her panties on the spot. He took his time browsing around, while she took her time memorizing every hard inch of him.
Now, with the image of him firmly in her mind, she pulled the cork from her wine and headed into her bedroom. Once there she stood in front of the mirror and undressed. She didn't look bad for her age, she was still firm in all the right places. Her tummy wasn't as tight as it used to be, but, it was still flat, she turned and checked out her ass. Still a great ass, and her legs went on for days, actually she thought they were her best feature. Finishing her first glass, she poured another, and stretched out on the bed. She covered her tits with her hands, rubbing them in gentle circles up to her hardening nipples then back down and around again. Everytime she reached her nipples she would think of his mouth on her, she'd give them a slight squeeze, she could feel how wet she was already becoming. Slowly she moved a hand down to her pussy, she slid a finger over her mound, dipping a finger in just deep enough to wet it. Slick now she started to rub her clit, dipping down to wet herself a little more every few strokes, but never entering herself. She spent some time working herself up, rubbing her clit with one hand and playing with her tits with the other. She enjoyed teasing herself, thinking of him touching her instead. Eventually she started to slide her finger deeper, working herself even closer to orgasm, but as usually happened her own hands stopped being enough. Pausing long enough to take a sip of wine, she grabbed her vibrator. She was slick enough to slide it deep inside her, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she did. Closing her eyes she thought of him again, imagined him to be the one doing this to her. She could almost feel his lips on her body as she moved faster and harder. Her gasps were coming closer together, her orgasm was close all she needed as a little more. Burying the toy as deep inside her pussy as she could she held it there with one hand and started to rub her clit again with the other. She came hard, her pussy walls tightening around her toy, her clit becoming almost too sensitive to touch any more. Laying back and relaxing, all she could think of was how unsatisfying taking care of herself was.
She was surprised when the next day he came in again. Again he was with out his shirt. Today instead of shopping around a little he came to the counter and started to talk to her. It wasn't until a few minutes later when the only other customer left, that she realized he'd been stalling for time.
"Do you get a lunch or a break?"
