"What a MILF!" I commented as Stacey walked by me in the food court.
There was just something about that particular salesgirl which especially attracted me. It was true that the mall's rules technically discouraged any kind of relationship with staff, but Stacey wasn't on the shopping center's payroll and thus not really my subordinate. She worked in the bath and body shop close to the information center. I didn't really care about what she did for a living, of course. That didn't make a difference to me.
No, I was attracted to the brunette's playful manner and saucy wit. I also loved her cute tush and her small, but firm breasts. Her legs, while average in length, were quite sexy as well. Stacey had a very soft and easygoing attitude. The fact that she was known to be a mom just made her hotter. It didn't hurt that she preferred to reveal a lot of skin, either. I would have been more surprised if she'd been a virgin instead of an expecting mother, given her open and pleasant ways.
"Excuse me! What did you say?" Stacey backed up and approached me with a grin.
"I believe that I called you a MILF, which stands for... ," I repeated my observation.
"Mother that I'd like to fuck, right?" Stacey joined me at the table, clearly enjoying herself.
"Naturally," I answered coyly as I ate my meatball sub.
"So, what the hell is stopping you? It's not like I'm getting any at home, I can tell you that. Not since I got pregnant, that is. I know why, too. Damn motherfucker just fucked me to put a bun in my oven and then went back to his boy-toys. I don't know if he's gay or bi, but he certainly shows more interest in men than me. I snooped, because I wanted to know where he got his balls drained when he wasn't boning me. I'm not a particularly jealous woman, but if it takes away from me getting laid, then I get angry. So, what about it, you German stud? If you want some ass, cum and get it," she was surprisingly frank with me.
"So, hubby isn't cutting the mustard for you these days? Well, I don't mind pitching in. Neither my wife nor I are exactly the poster kids for marital fidelity, either. This isn't my first marriage, for that matter. I called you a MILF for a reason. You're the sexiest lady working at this mall, if you ask me.
"I have to warn you that I'm already having an extramarital affair with a neighbor lady, a Tejana named Carlita. Her husband is in prison and she has needs. I had to agree to end it when he gets out, though, since she plans to be faithful once he's no longer fucking cellmates. Something about being a good Catholic girl, but still needing dick. I think that she's kidding herself, though, 'cause she wants me to go bareback. I'm likely to knock her up and she should know it.
"I should probably just break it off with Carlita and make you my new mistress. She might take it hard, though. Like I said, she's fooling herself. She has feelings for me, even if she pretends otherwise," I felt obliged to confide in Stacey.
"No, don't break it off with her. You can have both of us. I don't want to see the poor girl go without. She might be an unfaithful wife, but so am I and so is yours, from what you've told me. It's her husband's fault that she is spreading her legs for you instead of him. If he hadn't broken the law, he wouldn't be in prison, would he?
"Unless he's innocent, but that's not the impression that I get. She wouldn't be quite as eager to fool around if she thought him falsely accused. On some level, she blames him and is paying him back for getting both of them into this mess. That's what I think, anyway.
"Besides, if she's falling for you, she doesn't deserve to get kicked to the curb. Love merits better treatment than that. I guess that I'm getting romantic here. I like that you're being so kind to your neighbor. It's very sweet of you, even if you have ulterior motives.
"So, what about your wife? Who's she seeing on the side? One man or several? Or a woman? Just wondering. Do you guys still get it on?" Stacey encouraged me while eating her corndog.
"You won't believe me if I tell you. As you might have guessed, I know what she's been up to, and it shocked even me. Are you ready for this?" I asked Stacey, suddenly in an unusually gossipy mood (very strange for me, but then we were contemplating an affair, so why not tell her everything about my marriage).
"Try me, Otto. I mean that in more ways than one. I might well surprise you," Stacey assured me.
"Alright, but this might make you lose your lunch," I warned her.
"I'm pregnant, so I'm always in danger of tossing my guts," she reminded me.
