Hi, the name's Ellen Franklin. I used to think that I was an average pretty girl, but now I know there's nothing average about me. It all started out as a little harmless thought. I have to admit I was surprised with myself when I started my little fantasy about a guy that worked at a store in the mall. I didn't know his name, but I didn't care. I figured I'd never see him again, since I rarely go to the mall. At first glance, he seemed to be in his early thirties, but I was too afraid to ask. I, myself being 25, didn't know if he was married, but a guy with such striking presence had to be. Or maybe he was gay. I felt ashamed that I would be thinking about him when I had a perfectly good man at home.
However, my thoughts would wander to his powerful body and his round ass when I wasn't satisfied fully. Amazing what a one time meeting will do to a girl's head. As I fingered my spit slick pussy I would imagine other men inside me. It didn't have to be this guy but he'd do. When I got caught doing it, my husband got upset. I decided I would be more instructive and abandoned the whole masturbation afterwards plan. Besides, sometimes I didn't need to or was too tired.
I'd pushed the mystery man from my mind for maybe a year, until I realized I'd been avoiding the mall, and decided to go to 'his' store. There he was. His long dark brown hair fell in waves over his face as he read something at the register. What was a thirty-something year old guy doing working at a store in the mall anyway? He sort of answered my question when I finally got close enough to see his managerial name tag. Dominic. I meowed in my head as I repeated it. He lifted his leonine head and focused his electric blue eyes at me. He smiled slightly and said, "Hi, can I do something for you?" His deep penetrating near whisper made me quicken inside.
As I thought, 'You can do whatever you like,' I said, "I'm looking for something special for my husband."
With a slight change in his demeanor, he tilted his head and said louder, "You're married? I thought the ring was just for show. Some girls do that to keep away the riffraff." He scanned my slim long legged body, and asked a silent question. I knew he hadn't a clue as to how old I was. I'm blessed with the body of a teenager and flawless dark chocolate skin. When I pull my hair back, I can pass for sixteen, maybe less if I wear a baggy shirt to hide my breasts. Today, I was dressed modestly in a small shirt and a stretchy pair of pants. I think he figured I was legal and took me in a little more than I liked. I'm sure, if I was capable of being red, I would have resembled a beet. I smiled back, "No charade here."
He firmly said, "You're sure you're married, little girl?"
As enamored with his body as I was, I still got a little angry at the little girl thing.
"Look, I was wondering what kind of shirts you have."
"Okay," he smiled calmly and offered a selection of shirts my husband Ron would like. He left me to choose the one I wanted, and I got a view of his hair flowing down as he tossed it out of his face. He repositioned himself at the register and, after giving me a few more good head tosses for my trouble, finally pulled his hair into a loose ponytail. He caught me watching and looked away quickly. He seemed annoyed with my attention, so I decided to get out before I made more of an idiot of myself. As he gave me back my credit card, he looked down directly in my eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Ellen Franklin. I get so many kids in here. They think we'd stock cigarettes, since we've got the wine in the back."
I whispered, "It's okay."
His fingers were warm on my fingers, and I wanted them to be other places on my body. I shook off the thought and started to walk out of the store with my card in my hand.
"Uh, Ellen!"
When he called after me, I didn't think that he'd run up and kiss me, ...but, he did hand me my purse, which I'd left on the counter. I felt like the biggest moron on the face of the earth. His gorgeous smile made me shrug off the shame and go home. As soon as I got home, I went online to talk to one of my friends. I needed to purge my fantasy. No one was on! I contented myself with listening to the endless drone in the chat room. I was just about to shut my computer down, when I heard a low soft voice come on.
"I saw her again today," the voice nearly rumbled.
It caught my interest immediately. I didn't see the guy's name, but I wanted to know who it was.
He spoke again, "I don't know what I'm gonna do. She's just as hot as before. I think she caught me looking at her, this time. I just thought I'd vent."
It was Ire_It_ takesawhile03. I'd seen him around in chat, but he'd never spoken out load before.
I typed in:
Who did you see?
He sighed heavily, "My_queen, I saw the most sensual girl I've ever seen again today, but I couldn't even talk to her." my_queen_is_gone99: So, what's the problem? "At first, I thought she was out of my league, but now she seems more open. I wanted to touch her, but I've no reason to. She probably thinks I'm weird anyway."
my_queen_is_gone99: Take it slow. Introduce yourself, and go from there. You don't want to scare her off. Your a big guy. I remember you saying that, right? "Yeah, I'm 6'3". I guess, I could talk to her more when and if I see her again. ....My_queen? Why aren't you talking?"
my_queen_is_gone99: because I'd rather stay anonymous. And I like to hear a man call me his queen. :D
A coy laugh came over followed by, "I bet you do."
my_queen_is_gone99: See, you're back into the swing already. Go get her tiger. I got offline and thought about what I'd said to him. I could follow that myself. I was just being silly with the school girl crush routine, anyway. It's not like I was planning on cheating. The next time I needed to get something from there, I'd be self assured. He couldn't be as great as I was building him up to be.
The next time, I strode right in and introduced myself. Dominic responded, "I know, Ellen. I couldn't forget you. You nearly left me your purse." I knew he hadn't meant to embarrass me when he responded to my change in expression. "And, let's not forget that I thought you were underage."
He apologized again for his abruptness, then he smiled and softly asked what his store could do for me. I smiled back and said, "What kind of entertainment stuff do you have?"
"Whatever the lady desires. I even have a few things in a back room I haven't put out, if you like."
"Um, okay."
After a few weeks of coming in every few days, I decided I shouldn't go so often to talk to some guy as he's lifting boxes and making himself look generally powerful and appealing. He never came too close or hit on me, which also annoyed me a bit. Didn't that mean he wasn't even the least bit interested in me? I told the chat room that I was swearing off my crush. I didn't say anything to him, but he got this look on his face when I said good-bye. I guess I kind of lingered on the farewell. That night, I went up to my husband and gave him the time of his life, but it wasn't enough. I tried to satisfy my urges by chatting with a few people on the net. I didn't care if it was a girl or boy. Just as long as they gave me what I wanted. I even had a go at Ire_It, but he wasn't interested. He said he had enough married women after him as it is. My response was to say that I'd never let him in real life, so he should take it while he could get it. He said I should go back to my imaginary guy and not distract him from his woman. I said he wasn't imaginary and that he should follow his own advise and stop mooning like a puppy dog.