I was working at a somewhat well known, high quality beauty store. Every second I spent at that job was miserable. For the most part, the women who came in were spoiled bitches and just wanted their expensive shampoo. I was feeling particularly lonely and, admittedly horny on the day that you came in. Don't get me wrong -- my husband is an amazing lover, but I had pussy on my mind and wanted the sexual company of a woman this day.
You came in to get your birthday gift. I thought you were attractive. I liked your athletic frame. Your hips were narrow, but your ass was high, tight, and round. Your breasts seemed on the larger size, which is my preference, and I could see the top of your bra peeking out of the low collar of your shirt. It was lace, and I wanted to know if your underwear matched it. I was distracted while you were there as I allowed myself to think about your naked body and the naughty things I would like to do to it. The thoughts were fleeting, but they were present! Our conversation was straight forward, boring even. You took your birthday gift, made a small purchase and began to leave the store. As you left, you winked at me. An unexpected, but blatant energy of sexuality washed over me. My body reacted instantly! I felt a surge in my pussy and I know that if I had touched myself right then and there, I would've been wet! You left me, so to speak, at attention!
I had gone to the salon earlier in the week and had gotten waxed, and ever since had wanted to play with my new, hairless mound. About the time I began to fantasize again, my supervisor came out of the back room and told me to go ahead and take my lunch break. I decided I was too horny not to take advantage of an uninterrupted hour, so I drove the five minutes to my apartment and bypassing any actual food or normal lunchtime activities, got out of my clothes and onto my couch. I could always eat later!
I lie on the couch, spread my legs. I am wet just imagining the fantasy! I close my eyes and rub my hands on my naked breasts and down to my pussy. I began to play with my slit, as I imagine our anonymous sex...
The store is empty. The mall is closed. We are completely alone. I begin the traditional services offered at my store, and you accept. After I rub your hands and shoulders, I ask you if there is anything else you need. Completely disinterested in chatting, you begin unbuttoning your blouse.
You say, "I think we both know what this is really about. Why don't we just get down to business?"
I sigh, relieved. I remove my shirt and bra. We are standing before one another, shirtless. Partially out of excitement and sheer horniness, I remove my bra, anxiously anticipating if you'll do the same. You do. It doesn't take us long to remove the rest of our clothing, and we stand before each other, completely naked. Your body is just as I suspected -- athletic yet shapely, and your breasts are gorgeous. It takes all the strength I have not to take them into my mouth immediately. You look me up and down. I am shorter than you and heavier with more curves. You smile and lick your lips.
"I really like the looks of that tight little pink pussy of yours. And it looks so neat and clean. I think I need to rub it on my face," you tell me.
I am elated by your suggestion, but am also so impressed with your impeccable and straight forward request, that it was all I could do not to jump on you, tackle you, and sit right on her face! In an effort to control myself somewhat and savor the experience, I simply respond,
"Well, I love being eaten out. I think you should do that."
