The rest of the week flew by as she hadn't seen the kids in almost a week and there were games to play and stories to be read. And there were the nights; nights when Rick was reduced to a quivering wreck.
But even though the rest of the week was fun and family time there was always a little of the 'new' Kathleen awake and in her mind and it was kept awake by two rose bushes that she saw everyday. When had he planted them? What had she been doing while he was outside digging the holes? Was she inside the house at the time? Alone? Could he have come inside and taken her then? She shivered at the thought.
And then there was the thought that had come to her as she had been lying on her bed pounding her pussy with her new dildo: Was her obsession with the cocks of nameless men a hidden desire on her part to have The Watcher? Was he not the ultimate faceless man? Would the day he finally made good on his promise (and she had no doubt that he would) be the end of her new found sexuality or simply a new beginning? Would putting a face to the form in the window put an end to her playing with the cocks of faceless men?
True, she had said she was going to put that behind her once she was moved into the new house, but she was in the new house and the adult bookstore still had happened. Not only had it happened, but she had not even gotten clear of the stores parking lot before she had thought about going back some day.
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One of the things that the move made more difficult was Saturdays. The kids still had seven more weeks to go on their dance classes and nine more weeks before their swimming lessons ended. She still had to get them to dance and pick them up at the pool which meant that she needed to leave the house forty minutes earlier. That wasn't really all that big of a deal, but where it got sticky for Kathleen was that the extra forty minutes or so of travel time coming home, combined with the fact that the course where Rick played golf was closer to the new house than the old, meant that Rick would be home when she got there. That meant that even though she could leave the house dressed to tease at the store when she went shopping, she could not come home that way. She was going to have to find someplace to change after she left the store, but before she picked up the kids.
And she was going to dress to tease. She had given up Billy and Todd, and she wasn't riding the train anymore, but she wasn't, just was not going to give up the feeling she got when she strolled through the store letting men look up her skirt and look down her blouse.
She really didn't need to go shopping that weekend since she had gotten most of what she needed on Thursday. What she did need though, was the feeling she got when she saw the tented pants she left in her wake. She dropped the kids off at dance and drove over to the Wal-Mart parking lot and parked toward the end of the lot. She enjoyed the walk into the store almost as the walk through the store. She smiled as she remembered the man who couldn't take his eyes off of her and ran his cart into the side of a parked car. She also liked the dirty looks she got from the other women as their husbands and boyfriends stared at her.
She did her usual, slowly walking the aisles and stopping in the aisles where men and boys were shopping and bending over to take things off the bottom shelf. Her short skirt would ride up and if the males were lucky they got to see her thong. Her low cut blouse would hang open and show her breasts, totally unfettered by a bra. Several men unobtrusively followed her through the store and she would stop now and then and do something that would cause them to strain their eyes and then she would smile to herself and move on to the next aisle.
She was in "Women's Shoes" when a man came up to her. "How much for a blow job?" he asked.
"What?"
"You heard me. You have to be a hooker. No one else would dress and behave like you do. How much for a blow job?"
At first she was offended, almost outraged, but then she thought, "Isn't that just like I've been behaving?" and she decided to go along.
"Depends honey. You want it here in the store or outside in your
car or are you going to spring for a motel room?"
"What's the difference?"
"This time of day outside in your car might be risky. Some bluenose might see us and call the cops. Likewise here in the store. The only place to do it would be the changing rooms and the clerks in the area might notice and call security who would probably call the cops. When it is risky the price goes up. Price would go down if we went to a motel room, but then you would have the cost of the room on top of whatever I might want so it could be a wash."
"So how much for risky and how much for a room?"
"Oh come on honey, you know I'm not going to commit to anything until I know you aren't a cop."
"How do I prove that?"
"Follow me over to the changing rooms."
She walked away from the man and went over to the changing rooms and he followed. On the way she grabbed a pair of pants off a rack and when they got to the booths she handed the pants to the man and in front of the attendant she said:
"Try these on honey; I think they will look good on you."
As they walked toward the end booth she whispered, "When you go inside leave the door open so I can see. Take out your cock and stroke it a couple of times for me. No cop would do that."
The man went into the booth, unzipped and took out his cock. It was limp, but as he stroked it it began to come to life and soon it was hard and erect. "Are you satisfied I ain't no cop?"
