The following story is the property of Renzajones copyright 2004.
The girl looked like a dream come true from the crown of her honey blonde and chestnut hair to the tips of her mango colored toenails. Her sense of style was fantastically gaudy and cheap despite the fact that the clothes were designer or perhaps because they were. Unbound breasts bounced beneath a barely there halter top and it looked like one false would put her hardly hidden secrets on display. It was a wonder she could even walk in such a short skirt without revealing everything. I watched her flip through the rack of shorts in front of her looking for yet another garment to distract and entice. Her perfectly manicured fingers drifted over the hangers rapidly as her eyes darted to the price tag. This girl knew shopping her movements were swift and her eye was precise in less than a moment she'd found a pair of black hot pants among the mish mash of sizes and was already moving to the next rack in search of a shirt.
In the midst of her search she flicked her eyes in my direction. I looked away and pretended I hadn't been coveting her I had only met her brown eyes for a moment but I wondered if the interest that I'd seen there had been real or imagined. I chanced another look at her and she met my gaze as if she had known full well that I wouldn't be able to stop staring. I felt my cheeks blaze and damned my light brown skin. I was probably blushing like crazy. The curly haired woman smiled and commenced her search for a shirt while I pretended to be looking for a dress. All the dresses were far to short for my liking and I could hardly see myself breaking out of my conservative mode and going all trashy chic.
I glanced up but the woman was gone as if she really had been a mirage, I felt disappointed which seemed odd because it's not like I'd have had the balls to go up and introduce myself I mean what would I say. "Hi I'm Shellie and I'd like to fuck the hell out of you." Not bloody likely the chances of me even saying hi without being a spastic case was slim to none. I sighed audibly and turned away from the rack of dresses and nearly collided with the woman I had been staring at. I gasped not because she had startled me, which she had but because she was breathtaking. Her skin was the color of smooth Belgian chocolate and the wide set eyes that I'd thought to be brown were in fact flecked with hazel and her lips were full and naturally pink although the intense shine was bottled most likely in the form of Mac lip glass. Her hair was pulled into a sloppy haphazard bun and held in place with a decorative set of chopsticks. For a fleeting moment I wanted to pull the utensils cum hair accessories away and run my fingers through her hair. Of course I suppressed the impulse and stood there staring at her like an idiot. She smiled as if indulging a child and reached past me to pick up a dress.
Of course she had come over here to get a dress; I gave myself a mental kick for even supposing she had sought me out. She held up the dress that was short and strategically cut to leave the wearer virtually naked. I had to take a few deep breaths to keep myself from passing out as images of her in that dress flew through my head.
"This one would look great on you." She said holding up the tiny swatch of fabric.
I raised an eyebrow and looked down at myself examining my figure, Okay so I had the figure just not the confidence. I looked at the dress again and laughed a little
"Oh I could never wear anything like that."
"Why not?" She asked as if the thought of modesty never even crossed her mind. I shrugged unable to come up with a verbal response. "I'm telling you this dress would be amazing on you especially with that killer ass."
