Walking lazily along the hot pavement I pass a store window, the mannequin's chic clothing catching my eye. Taking only a few more steps, my eyes still glued on the sparkling blue halter top I accidentally bump into someone also on the sidewalk. My hand immediately rests on her arm as I begin to apologize profusely. The woman is on her cell phone and she quickly ends the conversation and flips the phone shut. Her eyes meet mine, sizing me up, evaluating me. Does she think my apology is false? The woman was only an inch shorter than myself, her green eyes easy to get lost in. I softly blush as I realize I had been staring a moment too long.
"Again I am so sorry miss."
"Perhaps you should venture inside and try on the lovely top?"
How did she know I was interested in the shirt? She must have been watching me, but then why did she allow me to bump into her? Apparently she could tell by my expression what I was thinking. Her lips formed into a striking smile.
"I noticed you peering into the store; therefore I moved over but you don't necessarily walk in a straight line while your head is turned."
My blushing only continues to deepen. Her eyes continue to stare as if penetrating into my mind.
"Come along, let's try on the shirt, I have some time to kill anyway."
Before I have a chance to fully absorb her words, my hand is already reaching for hers. Her hand so soft and delicate. Her manicured nails adding to her sophisticated appearance. We walk into the store together and directly to the sparkling blue top that brought us together.
"What size are you?"
"Medium," I answer meekly.
She hands me the top which I take from her grasp slowly. Since we are now inside of a building and out of the hot sun I could clearly see her. Her shoulder length hair was blond, but somehow I knew she colored it. Naturally she was a brunette. Her breasts were small, not quite a c cup. Her curves added to her sexual appeal, my mind wondering what it would feel like to rest my hands on her full hips and pull her further against my naked body. The last thought dangling in mind, I hurry to the fitting room to try on the top. Alone in the small room, I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Cheeks flushed, beads of perspiration forming above my brow, mouth suddenly so very dry, I quickly pull my shirt over my head. My breasts bounce with the swift movement. I peel my bra away, my pink nipples standing proudly. I have always been quite pleased with my own breasts. A solid b cup and perfect size nipples that are so sensitive. The lightest touch sends shivers down my spine. Staring at my hard nipples in the mirror, I can't deny myself the opportunity for immediate gratification. My fingers run along my nipples gently pulling. I sigh with satisfaction at the touch when I am interrupted by a soft knock on the other side of the door.
"Are you ever coming out? I want to see how you look in the top."
"Just a minute," the words running together, the high pitch in my voice signaling my embarrassment.
I end my gentle caresses and pull the shirt down covering my beauty, praying my nipples don't remain erect revealing my pleasing actions. I slowly open the small wooden door and step out into the open, in front of her. She stands with her hands resting on her hips, eyes consuming the delicious sight in front of her.
"You look beautiful, gorgeous in fact."
My self esteem rapidly building upon hearing her compliments. The woman a stranger, yet not so much anymore. Her praise and most importantly approval essential to me yet I am not even aware of her name. She moves closer to me, closing the gap separating us. Her hands take mine gently squeezing.
"You are so beautiful."
Her eyes meet mine and seconds later, mine submissively drop.
"You must join me this afternoon for lunch."
My heart skips a beat at her invitation. My mind instantly running wild with fantasies.
"Of course," I reply and then with hesitation... "I don't even know your name." My breathing faltering as I await her response. Hoping she doesn't turn around and leave the store for some reason, knowing my fear is silly yet perhaps not.
"All you need to know is that I want you, but since you asked, Tamara."
My heart literally stopping at the spoken words, an immediate need arising to feel her luscious lips against mine. I raise my eyes, speaking my wish using only my eyes. Seconds later, she grants me the simple wish. Her hand tightening its grip on mine she breaks the kiss only to mutter, "Let's skip lunch." I follow her lead without saying a word. At this point she can take me anywhere.
She waves a taxi down in seconds and gives the driver directions to her place. In the back seat, her hand slowly moves down my thigh, lightly dancing around my knee. "What is your name gorgeous?"
"Sara."
"Kiss me."
My eyes sneak a glance at the driver curious to see if he is aware of anything. Tamara's fingers resting on my chin and forcing me to face her.
"Don't think Sara, just kiss me."
My lips firmly pressed against hers. Her hand cupping my breast, thumb pressing down on my hard nipple. Her tongue sliding in as my mouth opens wider to release an excited moan. Completely forgetting my surroundings, my hand travels across Tamara's back before resting just above her hip.
"Down tiger," she laughs.
The next ten minutes are excruciating. Granted, her hand continues traveling along my thigh, my excitement at its peak and getting more difficult to contain as the seconds tick by. Finally we reach her apartment. I follow behind until we reach the elevator. Before the doors close shut, my body collapses against Tamara.
