Lisbeth was bored. She idly went through the motions of straightening the shelves of the upscale boutique where she worked on this dreary Thursday morning. Lisbeth was twenty-four and she married less than two years ago, having come from her native Denmark as an au pair originally. The Georgetown lawyer to whom she was married treated her as a trophy wife, insisting that she escort him to his many social events, but once they got home, the middle-aged partner became icily cold to Lisbeth, precluding any carnal activities. Yes, she was painfully bored. And horny. The only perk that she enjoyed in this job was the generous discount provided to the employees which allowed her to purchase the short skirts that she so adored.
Carolyn was bored. She idly went through the motions of balancing the previous days' receipts, a daily mundane task in her role as store manager. Carolyn was forty-eight, married for twenty-six years now, and had only been intimate with two men in her life. The Leesburg real estate maven to whom she was married barely had time for her anymore, not that eh ever really did. it was always about him, his career, his golf game. Carolyn suspected that he was having an affair with that new, young big-titted broker that had recently joined her husband's firm, and she had ben considering her own extra-curricular options more fervently in the last few weeks. Yes, Carolyn was painfully bored. And horny. The only perk that she enjoyed in this job was the generous discount provided to the employees which allowed her to purchase the short skirts that she so adored.
John was bored. He idly went through the motions of patrolling his shopping center before the mall opened to the general public this morning, as he did most every morning. John was thirty-six, and engaged to be married in the next year to the wealthy debutante, Yvonne Davisson, but he had to admit to himself that he was having second thoughts. True, Yvonne was the heiress of the wealthy Davisson fortune, but her constant socializing in the inner rich-and-beautiful circles of Northern Virginia caused her to add perhaps twenty pounds in the last six months, and worse, Yvonne had always been the proverbial cold fish when it came to sex. He was seriously doubting his resolve to go through with the upcoming nuptials. Yes, John was bored. And horny. The only perk that he enjoyed in this job was the fact that there were so many gorgeous women frequenting the mall, both as employees and shoppers.
Lisbeth looked up from the racks to see John walking in the common area outside the store's windows and smiled to herself. She had always harbored a fantasy about the middle-aged store manager, perhaps twelve years her senior. There was a tingling beneath the short beige mini-dress she wore, and a small spot of moisture began to seep into the crotch of her pale yellow thong.
Carolyn looked up from her books to see John walking in the common area outside the store's windows and smiled to herself. She had always harbored a fantasy about the middle-aged store manager, perhaps twelve years her junior. There was a tingling beneath the short brown mini-skirt she wore, and a small spot of moisture began to seep into the crotch of her black silk thong.
John peered into the store's windows and smiled to himself. He had always harbored a fantasy about each of the two store employees, one so young and sexily demure with those Scandanavian features, and the other so mature and classically beautiful with that streak of gray hair on her temples, always impeccably attired in a sophisticatedly slutty fashion. There was a stirring in his trousers as he couldn't decide which woman would be the hottest lay, but a man could dream such dreams.
Lisbeth looked at Carolyn. Carolyn looked at Lisbeth. This was the day their plan was going to become reality. They smiled, and Carolyn nodded. She walked to the entrance of the store, her heartbeat racing, and waved to John, gesturing for him to come in. On cue, Lisbeth disappeared into the back stock room, her heartbeat racing, and she grabbed the small step ladder. John walked tentatively toward the store where Carolyn awaited him in her latest sexy attire, his heartbeat racing, trying in vain to cover the growing intrusion beneath his suit pants.
"Good morning, John," Carolyn greeted him as she took his hand and eased him through the entrance doors. "We're having a little maintenance problem in the back room, a leak of some kind, there's some excess moisture. I was wondering if you could come in and give us a hand?"
John reached for the small walkie-talkie that he always wore on his hip when he was out of the office. "Sure, Carolyn, no problem. Let me call Tony, my operations guy, and ask him to come up and take a look."
Carolyn reached into John's waistband and pulled the radio from his belt loop before he could use it. She grabbed the device and turned it into the 'off' position. She looked at John sternly. "We were really hoping this matter could be solved on a Mall Manager level, John." He looked back at Carolyn, a hint of hopeful recognition beginning to form in his brain. Carolyn spoke again, "Some personal attention?"
Carolyn took John by the hand and led him into the rear of the store, as John watched and admired her swaying hips and sculptured legs as he trailed behind. John had heard the rumors that inevitably went through any shopping center, much as they would in a small town, that Carolyn was experiencing some marital difficulties. John thought to himself, "If my wife looks like this when she's approaching fifty, I don't think I'd ever leave the house, I'd be banging her all day."
Carolyn swung the door open to the stock room, and John's musings of his future sex life instantly became forgotten. Perched on the top rung of a step ladder there stood Lisbeth, sticking her head through an opening in the drop ceiling, her tight skirt rising almost to waist level, exposing her bare ass cheeks ensconced in only the sheerest of a wispy yellow thong, her labia visibly protruding through the folds.
