I left yet another boutique tired and grumbling. I'd been at the mall for two solid hours and still hadn't found anything to buy my sister for her birthday. I sat down on a bench in the center of the mall to rest my tired feet and to try to be inspired about which shop to try next. After a couple of minutes, I just kind of zoned out and started people watching. That's my favorite part of the whole shopping experience.
I watched a group of elderly mall-walkers shuffling by, getting their daily exercise. I smiled sympathetically at a woman with a chattering five-year-old and a screaming toddler in tow. I found myself studying a young couple who were having a hard time keeping their hands off each other. I felt a little envious of their youthful passion and the way they touched and kissed constantly. They sat down a couple of benches away from me, with the teenaged girl sitting on her boyfriend's lap. They started making out lustily, not caring who was watching them. I smiled to myself when I realized I was becoming mildly aroused watching the young lovers, and I wished for a moment that I could be seventeen again too. I also wished Tony was there to kiss me for everyone to see, but my husband hates shopping even more than I do. He had stayed home to watch a football game on television instead.
I turned away from the kissing couple and sat back on the bench, hoping I'd suddenly come up with a wonderful gift idea for my sister. I was deep in thought, and jumped with surprise when someone came up behind me and put their hands over my eyes. A male voice whispered into my ear, "Guess who?" It sounded like Tony's voice, and that was definitely Tony's cologne. He'd decided to spend the afternoon with me after all!
I answered back, "Well, any man who smells as good as you do must be the sexiest man at the mall." I expected a laugh or a kiss on my cheek. Instead, the hands slowly moved away from my eyes, and I turned around to look at...a complete stranger who was blushing furiously. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought you were somebody else!" he stammered. Flustered, I stood up too quickly, managing to dump the entire contents of my purse on the floor.
I felt my own face growing red with embarrassment. The stranger was still apologizing profusely, and he rushed forward to help me pick up my stuff just as I bent over to do the same. We met in the middle, and our heads conked together with a painful thud. Both of us were momentarily stunned and we sat down on the bench holding our foreheads, trying to get rid of the little birdies and stars that were created by the impact. He looked at me with a horrified look on his face, and started apologizing again. I interrupted him with an attack of the giggles. I was temporarily overcome by the humor of the situation, and my giggles turned into a full blown laughing fit. It took about ten seconds before he was laughing hilariously right along with me. In no time my side was splitting and I realized people were starting to stare at us, and that struck me as funny too and I laughed even harder.
In an effort to regain my compusure, I leaned over and picked up the spilled contents of my purse. He reached down and grabbed a tube of lipstick and some change that had landed near him. When he handed them to me, his fingers brushed mine, and the laughing fit suddenly evaporated with the unexpected contact. Still smiling, I took a closer look at this man who had mistaken me for someone else. My overall impression was that he was very attractive, a well put together package in his early forties. He had dark wavy hair that was graying slightly at his temples, and his lively bright blue eyes still sparkled with good humor. I noticed that he had an absolutely adorable grin, which at the moment was enhanced by his still-reddened cheeks. He also appeared to have a nicely trim body for a middle-aged man. He was comfortably dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a gray short-sleeved polo shirt.
I felt his eyes giving me the once over as well. I was excessively relieved that I had taken the time to fix my hair and put on my makeup before I'd left for the mall. I was wearing a simple peach colored sundress and my favorite pair of tan sandals. My long auburn red hair was curled and held back out of my eyes by a pretty gold barette. I noticed his eyes pause briefly to study the swell of my full breasts, and again as his gaze continued downward to my bare legs. I realized I was enjoying his visual assessment of me. When our eyes met again, we were both smiling.
He apologized again, and offered me his hand in a "no hard feelings" gesture. I took his hand and briefly shook it, and he introduced himself as Jack. "And from the back, you have the most remarkable resemblance to an old girlfriend of mine! But you're even prettier than her from the other side." he said, grinning. "I'm Tess. And I'm sure it's your old girlfriend's loss that she won't have a huge bump on her forehead tonight!" I replied, rubbing the sore spot on my head. Jack gestured at the wedding ring on my hand. "Is there going to be angry husband showing up any second to kick my ass for assaulting his wife?" I told him I thought he was safe since my husband was probably propped up on our sofa watching football.
I was surprised when I heard myself speaking to him in that tone of voice I normally reserved for flirting with my husband. And I was even more surprised at the pleasant thrill I felt when he offered to buy me a cup of coffee or a drink to make up for giving me a headache. Jack seemed to hold his breath waiting for me to answer, and I didn't make him wait too long. "Well, I think my head will be fine, but I'd love to have a drink just so I can quit shopping for awhile," I replied, managing to sound only half as eager as I felt. I was thoroughly enjoying the attention from this handsome stranger.
There were several restaurant/bars on the top floor of the mall, and that's where we headed. We picked a small bar that was more quiet than I expected for a Saturday afternoon. The bar was decorated with dozens of Tiffany style lamps, but even with all of them on the light was quite dim. We sat in a rounded corner booth, and the waitress brought our order of pineapple juice and vodka for me, and rum and coke for Jack. We sat sipping our drinks, talking about trivial things and getting acquainted. As we chatted, I found it harder and harder to concentrate.
I watched Jack's lips move as he spoke and I wondered what it would be like to kiss them. My eyes watched his strong hands gesturing, and I could only think about what their touch was like. I couldn't believe how I'd almost instantly become attracted to this man. My mind was filled with fantasies I'd masturbated to...fantasies of meeting and fucking a complete stranger.
Apparently the attraction was mutual. Jack took my hands in his and forthrightly looked me in the eyes. "I swear I'm not normally the kind of guy who tries to pick up married women at the mall, but I have to admit with you I've been thinking about it. I'm sitting here with my heart beating double-time and all I can think about is kissing you," he confessed. He drew back and looked at me, trying to guage my reaction. My response was immediate. I put one arm around his neck and drew him to me for a soft kiss. It felt so good. The kiss deepened and my lips parted slightly, and he soon found my tongue with his. His tongue felt electric in my mouth, and my desire for him was building within me. He pulled me closer to him, putting one arm around my neck and caressing my face with the other. I had to break the kiss to catch my breath. When I looked into Jack's eyes, I saw that they mirrored my own growing lust. He wanted me too.
I looked around the bar and was pleased that there were still few people there and that nobody seemed to be watching us. His mouth found mine again, and this time when his searching tongue entered my mouth, I captured it between my lips and gently sucked it. He gasped with surprise into my mouth, then with one decisive movement he reached up and cupped my right breast. It was my turn to gasp when I felt his thumb rubbing my nipple through my clothing. My nipple instantly hardened beneath his touch, and I could feel the pleasurable sensation clear down to the cleft between my legs. Pulling back from me, Jack urgently whispered that we needed to find somewhere to go to be alone, in a hurry. Not trusting myself to speak, I simply nodded my head in agreement. He left money on the table to pay for our drinks, then stood up and took my hand. The second he stood up I noticed the impressive bulge that seemed to have grown in the front of his blue jeans. I wanted to touch him so bad.
