As she lay on her back in the men's department of Lord & Taylor, legs akimbo, the hem of her mini-skirt covering her belt, the very embarrassed Amy McGuire thought that the only possible silver lining in this humiliating cloud was that, at 6 pm, the store was nearly deserted.
She laughed out loud at her predicament as she reached for the extended helping hand from the handsome stranger looking down.
Well,
thought Amy,
at least I'm wearing clean undies.
Not only were they clean, they were new and the sexiest undergarments she ever owned. Beautiful tan stockings encased her lovely legs. A pink garter belt held them up and she wore matching pink thong panties. Ostensibly pink anyway.
Actually, the panties were so sheer they presented, for all practical purposes, no visual barrier to her bald pussy they were meant to conceal. Of course, her panties, not to mention her pussy, were never supposed to be viewed by anyone save her husband. Certainly they never should have been exposed to this department store shopper.
Amy felt herself flush as she was assisted to her feet. "Well, that's not something I do every day," she said lamely.
Her rescuer presented the barest hint of a smile before nodding and walking off without waiting to be thanked.
Mrs. McGuire was 42 years old, a red headed woman of Irish descent. She had beautiful blue eyes and her face still held traces of the freckles that, together with her red mop brought on so much teasing when she was in grade school.
Though no one considered her beautiful, she worked out regularly to maintain a body that still attracted the stares of younger men. Only about 15 pounds over her college weight, her measurements were a decidedly, alluring 36D-27-37. She sometimes examined herself naked in the full-length mirror and fantasized about what some young stud might enjoy doing with her.
Amy had been married to her husband Jack for over 20 years. She met him at her first job out of college. He was a supervisor in another department and 10 years older than she.
Amy had not come to the mall today to shop. Her presence was part of a bi-monthly game she played with Jack, and no, her accidental fall and full exposure were decidedly NOT part of that game.
For the first 18 years, their sex life was rather normal and dull. It changed about two years ago, ironically, when Jack started having trouble getting erections. They talked about seeing a marriage counselor but were too embarrassed to discuss their issues with a stranger.
Instead, they bought several self-help books about how to re-kindle the spark in their marriage. They tried several things, but the suggestion that worked best for them was a fantasy evening or weekend where they would pretend to be strangers meeting at a bar then slipping away for a tryst.
Amy and Jack would take turns writing out a fantasy, have their partner read it, then go out and act it out. They'd even discussed performing the fantasy with and actual stranger (usually Amy and another man), but again were just too conservative to do anything but talk and fantasize.
About a month before Amy's Lord & Taylor somersault, as part of Jack's fantasy, they ended up in a fairly nice motel that showed adult films. They'd done similar things before and always had really good sex after the movie.
This time, a scene from the movie got Amy so hot, she came out of character for a moment. In it, an older white woman was paired with a black youth. He looked to be only 18 or twenty. Fully clothed, he was beautiful, but when the woman stripped off his pants, he had a cock that made Amy light headed.
As the black fucked the woman to an obviously real on-screen orgasm, Amy remarked, "Jesus, Jack, I'll bet they didn't even have to pay that woman to do him."
Jack's name was to be Brad for the night, so he was a bit surprised when Amy used his real one. "So, are you saying you'd be willing to do him for real?" Jack always pressed harder for making their fantasies real than did Amy.
"God, I could never actually make love to him, but if he were standing here naked right now, I'd at least want to touch and stroke it. I might even suck him off."
Her comment surprised Jack, as Amy didn't seem to enjoy performing oral sex that much. She'd go along if Jack wrote a blowjob into one of his scripts, but she always finished him by hand. Amy followed the dialog, even to the point of asking Jack's character to "please come in my mouth." But she never actually allowed it. Afterwards she would explain that she just wasn't ready for that.
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Amy had noticed the yummy, black man when she entered the mall. She guessed his age to be about 26 or 28 and he looked like a model for GQ. His clothes must have been tailored just for him, and as he walked past her, Amy couldn't help noticing his firm, tight buttocks. She seemed almost hypnotized, like she was compelled to do so, as she followed behind him, staring at his butt.
His slacks were tailored in such a way that the thin material creased inward at the crack of his ass, showing each globe of his gluteus as an individual muscle mass. It gave the appearance of near-nakedness. Whenever the man stopped to window shop he'd put his hand in his pocket pulling the material so tight Amy could not have seen the definition of his ass any better had he been nude.
God, thought Amy, what a beautiful ass. What I wouldn't like to do to that. Amy lapsed into her most forbidden fantasy. She was a confirmed ass woman and sometimes, she imagined herself kneeling behind a naked man, grasping his buttocks, squeezing and pinching then.
She would trace her lips lightly across the meaty ass, progressing to gentle kisses followed by licking and soft biting. If the ass was a perfect "10" she would part the cheeks and run her tongue along the crack eventually honing in on the sphincter muscle where she would try to tongue fuck it. Needless to say, this was not a fantasy she shared with her husband.
The young black man didn't appear to notice that Amy was following him as he entered Lord & Taylor. When he stopped to browse at the suit rack, Amy started to walk past him. With his back to her, Amy extended her hand in a mock gesture, like she was going to pinch his derriere, but just as she was pulling it back, her shoe caught in the carpet and she pitched forward. Her hand clutched his buttock as she fell.
As she tumbled, Amy tried in vain to protect her modesty by clutching at her skirt hem. As the man turned to see who it was that had grabbed his buttock, Amy was still clinging to a shred of decorum. Grabbing at one of the shirts on display, she sought to halt her momentum and regain her posture.
Alas, the shirt merely pulled easily off the hanger causing Amy's total loss of balance, and after a sideways roll, her final resting position showing her pretty, nearly-nude pussy to a gorgeous stud stranger.
Well, I guess I got to goose him and he got an eyeful,
Amy thought as she hurried off in the opposite direction wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and that embarrassment.
Amy wandered the mall looking for the lounge Jack had identified for their meeting. When she finally saw it, she also saw the stranger entering. She still had nearly 45 minutes before her "date" was due. After a quick debate, she decided to go in and have a drink while waiting the half hour or so for Jack.
