Sandra was following her neighbor Kay's advice about using the downtown mall as an escape from her straight and narrow life. The thirty-two year old Sandra used shopping to fill her emptiness, and had since her marriage began crumbling two years earlier. Standing at five foot and nine inches with a tight and firm body made it easy for her to find outfits to spend her rich ex-husband's precious money from the divorce settlement. Sandra knew she had focused on her ex husbands lack of interest too long and that it was his fault for not wanting her, who many friends said looked like a brown haired Nicole Kidman. Today's trip out of the locked gates of suburbia was something that she needed.
Sandra needed a lot more, but only realized it that day.
At ten o'clock on a Tuesday morning, there were few other shoppers as Sandra turned from the main entrance to her left. Sandra passed by the same chain stores found in every mall. She was thinking that she might as well be in the mall down the road. Then she spied a unique woman's shoe store. You can never have too many shoes.
Before reaching the shoe store, an art gallery across the way caught her eye when a sales woman with wavy shoulder length blonde hair straightened a display in front of the store. Sandra couldn't take her eyes off the female's outfit that seemed fit for a street corner. The woman who looked to be in her mid twenties was wearing a short navy blue skirt with wide fence fishnet hose on her shapely tan legs with red high heel shoes. Her black long sleeve top looked sheer from a distance.
Sandra quickly decided to take a look at the art gallery before the shoe store. What could it hurt?
Sandra ran her fingers over her straight long brown hair to make sure it was in place. It was, as always. She then looked down at her long beige skirt that matched her beige jacket. Her white blouse was buttoned up to the last button. Sandra undid the top button but wasn't really sure why she did it.
The blonde was behind the counter with her back facing the entrance as Sandra walked in to the gallery. Sandra could see though the girl's sheer shirt and saw the woman wasn't wearing a bra. When the woman turned around, Sandra saw the woman's shirt had a band of thicker material covering her breasts. Sandra felt a little disappointed. Sandra didn't realize she was staring until the woman caught Sandra's gaze.
The woman smiled and says, "Can I help you?"
"Just looking," replied Sandra, feeling her face turn flush.
"If you need anything you might want, my name is Mira and I'd be pleased to help you." Mira looked at Sandra with light blue eyes that were highlighted by dark thick mascara.
The paintings on the wall and the sculptures on the shelves were all modern ink blotches and tangled sculpture, the kind it would take all day to even figure out what they were suppose to represent.
Sandra kept peeking back at Mira. Mira eyes were fixed on Sandra, and Sandra felt it. Sandra felt a little tingle of excitement, but was confused.
Then at the back of the store, Sandra spied a normal painting of two women staring at each other. Sandra drew near it. The women, one blonde beauty and the other a red haired beauty, were standing on green rolling hills in white lacy turn of the century outfits. It looked like two Irish lasses. Sandra thought it was a very warming picture. Then she noticed how the women were looking at each other. Their gazes were strong and their hands were reaching toward each other and their lips were parted ever so slightly. Sandra gasped when she realized the women were lusting over each other.
"That one kind of draws you in to it," Mira whispered from just behind Sandra. Sandra spun around to see Mira standing right behind her. Mira slowly sashayed away to the right of the store. Mira opened a door at the back of the shop. "We have some more art like that one in the back. That is -- if you're interested."
Sandra hesitated but staring into Mira light blue eyes she felt curious to see just a little more. What could it hurt?
"Yeah, I might be interested," Sandra said, trying to act calm while her heart was pounding. She walked over to the open door, unable to look Mira in the eyes until she was next to her. She glanced up at Mira eyes and was mesmerized by the dark pupils piercing out from the surrounding light blue coloring. Mira stepped back only slightly so that Sandra had to walk very close to her.
Sandra took a few steps into the dark room and paused. Mira brushed up against Sandra's back as she reached for a light. Sandra smelled Mira's sweet perfume and inhaled the aroma. When the overhead light came on it exposed a room filled with erotic art. There were pictures and paintings of women in all types and states of dress, enjoying themselves and the pleasures of other women. These were tasteful pieces of art, thought Sandra as she walked around the room. Sandra's heart was racing, and she began feeling uncomfortably warm. She was disturbed by her body's reaction and tried pretending like the art had no effect on her, but she could not look at any of the paintings for very long. She turned to leave and stopped upon seeing Mira sitting in a wood chair by the door.
The younger woman's left shoe rested on the chair as she adjusted her thigh high stocking top. Her legs were spread wide. Sandra could easily see Mira's red triangle of panties between her legs. Sandra stumbled as her eyes fixed on Mira's spread legs and inner thighs.
"So, do you see anything you like?" asked Mira.
"I'm sorry, but I just remembered I need to be somewhere," said Sandra. Sandra rushed out of the room and out of the store. Sandra was quickly out of the mall and into her car.
She tried collecting her thoughts.
Sandra knew she wasn't gay. She liked guys a lot and always had. But then she remembered her college days and the couple of drunken make out sessions with her roommate and realized maybe there was more she could enjoy in life. It was all too much. Sandra' started up the car and began driving back home.
She noticed a smell in the car and soon realized that the smell was her arousal. Sandra reached her right hand under her waistband of her skirt and rubbed on her warm folds bulging against her panties. Tingles ran up her whole body. She could feel the warm wetness build between her legs. She ran her fingers under the elastic of her panty and through her curly pubic hairs. Touching her swollen lips sent a shiver into her body and she swerved the car as she almost had an orgasm.
Sandra sped up. She wanted to get home. A flashing police light in her rear view mirror caught her attention.
"Oh hell," said Sandra, and she pulled off onto the side of the road. She pulled out her license from her purse and twisted in her nervous right hand.
"I need to see your license," said a feminine voice as Sandra rolled down the window. A female sheriff's deputy about thirty years old with dark hair in a pony tail held out her hand.
Sandra handed the license over with the same hand that had been down her skirt without realizing her fingers were still wet.
Sandra couldn't help looking at the tight behind of the Deputy in the brown uniform as she walked back to the police car. Sandra thought how she'd love to see more of that. She put her hands to her face for thinking such a thought and realized her hands reeked with the smell of her pussy.
"Oh fuck, what if she can smell it on my license?" whispered Sandra. A local deputy would tell everybody about Sandra Cline, the dripping horny woman. Her face was flush as the deputy strolled back to the car.
"Mrs. Cline, are you all right?" asked the Deputy. "I pulled you over because you were driving a little erratic. I see you're a local with no record and I was just wondering."
"I'm just having one of those days. You know how that is."
