Marcie loved the mall on Monday afternoons. Hardly anyone else was shopping at the beginning of the week and the air conditioned stores were a wonderful refuge from the nearly hundred degree temperatures. Besides, the young men and women in the clothing stores, dressed their best and desperate to make sales, were a sexual buffet for a middle-aged woman who lived alone.
The entrance of a women's clothing store beckoned, one of the newer places where the high school girls liked to shop. Marci strolled in and immediately caught sight of a tall, heavy-chested blonde with a bored expression leaning over the cash register. The rest of the store appeared deserted and Marci decided to have some fun.
To her delight, a low table directly across from the cash register was loaded with sales items. Better yet, more merchandise was stacked on the floor under the table. Marcie walked over and picked through the contents of the table for a moment, then, back to the cash register, she bent at the waist to examine the extra things on the floor.
Marcie smiled to herself, knowing that her 40 year old body looked exactly as it had at 25 and would be sure to attract at least a glance from the salesgirl. As always on her shopping trips, Marcie wore very short shorts with nothing underneath. Hoping the girl had noticed her bare ass and smooth thighs, Marcie stood back up and turned to the counter.
The blonde was staring at her, no longer looking bored, fidgeting nervously with her hands on the counter. She was tall, at least eight or nine inches taller than Marcie, and couldn't possibly be over twenty years old. Large block letters on her nametag read, JUNE.
"Um, can I help you?" June managed to stammer.
"Why yes," answered Marcie sweetly. "Do you have someplace I could try these on?" She indicated a pair of bright red socks she'd found under the table.