Chapter 4
The sun shone high and flooded the day with comfortable warmth. I drove the route to my apartment, caught up in a replay of the last hour. Truth was, I didn't want to go home where I'd surely spend the evening wishing I was with him. Internally, my entire essence was twisted in knots. It was like I had eaten too many cookies, ended up with a stomach ache, but still craved more.
To solve my dilemma, I decided to go shopping. A leisurely afternoon popping in and out of stores seemed like the just the right therapy for my one track mind.
"I need a distraction from my distraction, how fucked up is that?" I mused about the irony of the situation. No way would I have imagined such a predicament. The car screeched as I hooked a U-turn and drove over to my favorite shopping district.
With my panties now intact, I began to feel more in control. I turned up the radio and a smile began show on my lips. After all, the day's events had resulted in me scoring the afternoon off. Good ole reliable Tina, who hardly ever called out sick. I pulled into the parking lot of an upscale department store and decidedly focused on finding a cute new pair of shoes.
The store was pretty empty; middle of the day on a Thursday left only a few housewives and retirees milling about the place. I made my way to the shoe department at a leisurely pace, meandering through the dresses and accessories. An adorable ribbon trimmed A-line caught my eye and after finding a size 6, I carried it along with me to search for the perfect set of patent leather peep toe mules to go with it. I was humming to myself by the time I reached the shoe department. Retail therapy was working like a charm.
I've always loved this store for the service, and true to their reputation, a helpful sales associate was at my side in minutes. Positively Gay, and dressed impeccably, he seemed perfectly capable to help me find what I was looking for. Actually, he was ecstatic to assist me and together we had a ball trying out different options. I ended up with three pairs and upon his suggestion, headed over try on the dress with them before I paid for it. My charge card took care of the shoes, then I thanked him and walked across the floor to the dressing room.
It was so vacant in the store that day that the dressing room was left unattended. With just the one item to try on, I walked right in. A-lines always look amazing on me and that dress was no exception. Anything that highlights my best assets is a keeper in my book.
"I wonder what Jimmy will think?" I pondered, and twirled a bit to check it out from different angles. A surge passed through me at the thought of him; a wild feeling, incredibly addictive and becoming a little too familiar.
My white blouse and pencil skirt hung on the hook behind me. Fresh excitement stirred, ushered by a reckless idea. Adrenaline is a powerful substance, as mind controlling as any narcotic. I was becoming a junkie.
After removing my clothing from the hook and carefully folding them, I placed them in the bottom of the shopping bag containing my newly purchased shoes. The tags from the dress were stashed as well, and with a deep breath and tight smirk, I proceeded out of the dressing room and towards the exit. Not that I couldn't afford the thing. It was the danger of my stunt that had me moving stealthily towards the door.
I spotted him before he approached me. A rather buff guy, with short neat hair was marching in my direction. Reflexively, I avoided his eye contact and kept walking, but his strides were long and he reached me at the glass doors.
"M'am, I must ask you to stop." He displayed some ID for me and pressed the door, preventing me from opening it. "Come with me please."
My skin crawled in chills and my stomach dropped. The trip down to the security office in the basement had turned my adrenaline rush into a full on anxiety attack. Shoplifting? How fucking juvenile. What was I thinking? My mind was racing with the consequences of my crazy exploit. While he prepared the necessary forms to record his investigation, I sat on the bench opposite his desk and tapped my heel nervously on the floor.
"I'm going to search your bag now," he said, standing up. The office was small and stuffy. No windows and the air was stale. I was finding it hard to breathe. He unpacked the shoes and laid my clothes on the desk along with the price tags I had removed.
"M'am, are these the clothes you walked in with?" I nodded sheepishly. "Did you pay for the dress you are wearing?" He knew the answer and my silence seemed to be enough to confirm it.
Next to me now, he held out the hand cuffs. "I am supposed to place you in these until the police get here." Curiously, I sensed an air of apology in his voice. Was he attracted to me and hated to have to put me in such an embarrassing situation?
Softly, barely detectible, words of direction came from within the depths of my psyche. "You know what you need to do." It was Jimmy's raspy whisper.
I looked more closely at the security officer. He was about my age, clean shaven and quite tasty looking really. A sweet face, with a fit and caramel colored body under his green blazer and company polo shirt.
"Rodriguez, is it?" My voice was low and sultry, referring to his name tag. "If you put me in those cuffs, I won't be able to pay you for my mistake." I was slowly bringing my hand to his waist and stopped short just in front of it. Looking up with my head cocked slightly askew, I waited for his response. He was clearly shocked by my offer and absolutely uncomfortable with it. Uncomfortable but, not exactly dissuaded. His legs frozen in place, he leaned back as if to signal he did not hear what I had said.
I ran my tongue over my teeth with my mouth open just slightly. "You would like payment. Isn't that what this is all about?" I was gaining courage and dragged my index finger over his fly. Under it, I detected movement. "No one will ever know. Close the door, Rodriguez, let me see how big the bill is."
His mouth was slack and he still stood immobile. I could see his mind racing, his eyes darting around my body. Inside, I felt a surge of power begin to burn my veins. With my eyes trained on him, I played at his zipper.
"Close the door," I said again. It was more than a suggestion this time. Abruptly, he twisted at the hip and slammed the door shut with one swipe.
I fished his semi-hard dick from his fly. It was sweet and manageable; not very large, but smooth with a faint smell of talc. Slowly, I closed my hand around it and stroked the full length of him. It grew with ease in my grasp and I reveled in the surges felt under his skin, predicting the release to come. My warm breath tickled his tip as my hand increased speed on his shaft. Playfully, I teased him further, holding my open mouth over the head, causing him to imagine the length of him buried in its soft wetness. In a matter of minutes his cock hung from his pants, spent and sated after I effortlessly made quick work of making him cum. Having very much enjoyed listening to his muffled groans, I was remarkably wet as well. I adjusted my panties upon returning upright and considered how handy Jimmy's hankie would be right now. After a moment, he hastily tucked himself back into his trousers.
"Are we even?" I asked, offering my hand for a shake. He used it to help me off of the bench.
"Uh...yeah, just get out of here, OK?" He was flustered and fumbled a bit at the door before he was able to open it.
I grabbed my clothes from the desk and the bag of shoes. Just to top it all off, I leaned in to steal a kiss as I passed him in the doorway. This time he wasn't caught by surprise and invited my lips by extending forward. My tongue danced with his before I delivered a playful bite on his lip.
"Pleasure doing business with you Rodriguez." He couldn't help but smile. Truth of the matter was; it had been my pleasure.
