"Holy shit, Tori. Look at that!"
My friend Ben nudged me and nodded his head in the direction of the pretty brunette walking our way. I had been having fun flashing a few of the male shoppers in the mall. It was a common noontime practice for me, even when Ben was with me. Now I could see what had caught his eye. The girl moved with a liquid sort of grace, and a world of confidence. She wore a tight silver dress that could only be described as slinky, and she was looking directly at us. Or more precisely, at me.
"Damn..." I muttered, half-aloud. Ben picked up on it, and turned to me.
"Even you, huh?"
I nodded. "Oh, yeah." She was more than pretty; she was drop-dead gorgeous.
I watched her eyes, and they held mine hypnotically, not allowing me to look away. She approached, nearer and nearer, and I suddenly felt something akin to panic. Then, as she passed the table we were occupying, she nodded. I heard "Hello," softly spoken as our eyes disconnected, and that one word was the most sensuous thing I'd ever heard. I realized I was wet.
Ben turned to watch her walk away, and blew a long breath. Then he turned to me, and said, "Excuse me. Did you two just share a moment?"
He laughed, noting my obvious condition. I was flushed with excitement, and unable to focus. I noticed my back had arched, effectively pushing my breasts forward, and wondered why. I wasn't a lesbian. I wasn't even bisexual, until that moment, though I had been noticing other girls quite a lot lately.
Suddenly, my world had changed. I wanted this woman; I knew it in my soul. I even felt sure that I'd be with her at some point. Now, the obvious question was, when? Turning to my co-worker, with whom I'd shared more than a salad on a couple of occasions, I just smiled. He pointed his finger at me accusingly.
"I knew it!" he said, chuckling. "You two DID connect! I thought she was looking at me, at first; but, as soon as she got closer, I knew better." He leaned in to me and whispered, "Tori, if you get together, promise to tell me about it?"
I shushed him, but he saw it. Ben knows, when I get a certain look on my face, I'm in slut mode. He should. He's been the recipient of my "wilding," as he calls it, a couple of times. Once I fucked him and another stockboy, right in the store. Another time, I happened to meet him in the grocery store, and we ended up doing it in the parking lot.
"Better yet," he continued, "let me in on it!"
I didn't discount that option, but he didn't figure in my immediate plans. That brunette certainly did, though.
* * *
As it turned out, she was modeling for one of our competitors. They were putting on a fashion show in our mall, and Caitlin, as I found out her name was, had been hired, along with 3 other professional models, to walk their little runway in designer dresses. I made it a point to spend my lunch hours down at their end of the mall for the next two days.
On the second day, I saw her. This time, I was walking toward her, and she was the one sitting on the bench. Again, her eyes followed mine, and I felt the same hypnotic pull. I stopped a short ways from her to buy a cappuccino, and felt her watching me the whole time. When I sat, I looked, and sure enough, she was staring at me with her head slightly tilted and a slight smile on her face. I drank my coffee slowly, eyeing her over the brim of my cup. Today she wore a pair of black stretch pants and a gold sleeveless top, and she looked entrancing. It was obvious she worked out. Her arms were tight, and her belly was flat. I let my eyes wander over that body, taking in every lean curve.
When the man seated at the other end of her bench got up to leave, she motioned me with a short nod to sit next to her. I obeyed, practically racing across the marble floor. She smiled as I sat, and spoke softly.
"So, finally we meet," she said, as if it were preordained. She extended her hand, and told me her name was Caitlin.
"I..I'm Tori," I stammered, unconsciously aware of my own nervousness. Then I said quickly, "You look Oriental."
She laughed, just as softly, and told me she was half-Taiwanese. "By way of Seattle," she added.
We spent the next half-hour talking and comparing our reactions to the handsome men passing by, many of whom returned our glances. Then she startled me by stating, in that same soft voice, "You know you're the most beautiful woman in the mall, don't you." I looked at her, dumbstruck, and she smiled at me.
"You don't even realize your own beauty, do you?" she asked, and I laughed.
"I'm sorry, Caitlin. I think most of those men were staring at you."
She put her hand on my arm and said, "They were staring at US." When I looked skeptically at her, she went on. "They know we're together, and they fantasize about us having sex." She winked at me.
"Haven't you?"
I'm sure my face turned beet-red, and I don't remember what I answered. All I know is that we agreed to meet the next morning. I called my manager when I got back from lunch, and arranged to be off work. Caitlin told me she didn't have to go in until late, for the fashion show. She agreed to pick me up at the mall entrance, so my husband would think I was at work. I went home that evening with my mind full of lusty thoughts. There was no doubt about what was going to happen. While Gary dozed in his recliner, I satisfied myself in the bathroom, using my fingers, and the memory of her face.
* * *
