Two hundred and fifty six separate booths and stalls of treasures, collectibles, junk, shit, crap and stuff: this was the Nimitz Road Flea Market, the best flea market in the city.
Most of the booths were open air with no air-conditioning, but we lived in the Southwest and were used to dealing with heat. Yeah, it's hot. Get over it. No, it's not the heat or the humidity, it's your dumb ass complaining about it!
Sorry, I needed to literally vent, literally. Ahem.
I went there as often as I could during my College years. My rationalization was to hunt for comic books, but the truth was they almost never had anything worth buying. But it was still fun to walk around and see all the second hand, third hand and forth hand stuff. About half the dealers would specialize in one thing or another, the other half just seemed to put out whatever they could get their hands on. Imagine a garage sale on acid, and you get close to the Nimitz Road Flea Market.
Stall 135 was one of the outdoor stalls, and it housed my favorite dealer, Sheila. She had been there for years, and while she didn't have a specialty, she did seem to have a consistent supply of old Playboys and other pornography.
This all happened before the internet, back in the days when good pornography cost money.
Sheila had a big Hairdo maintained by Aquanet and Ozone. Her makeup that was stuck in 1978 - blue eye shadow and all that comes with it. She was in her 40's, I think. She had blonde hair out of a bottle and always seemed to smoking; Benson and Hedges' 100's was her brand. She had that red, red lipstick that no one fashionable wore anymore. She stood about 5'9 in her heels, and was a bit over weight. She usually wore tight designer jeans, and all kinds of t-shirts and blouses. Now and then you'd see her in a polyester pant suit. It may sound like she wasn't an attractive women, but she was. If she had updated her look, she's be the match of any hot mom in the Harper Valley PTA.
One Saturday afternoon I was leafing through some old 'Juggs' magazines, and Sheila was leaning over going through a box of old Atari game cartridges. Her t-shirt was loose, and it hung open, showing off her breasts. I couldn't help but stare at those lovely dangling titties, and then my eyes flicked up to see Sheila looking right me, watching me stare at her tits.
"You enjoying the show, Sport?" She said, standing back up and plucking her cigarette from the ashtray.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything by it." I stammered a little more and then dropped the magazines and practically ran out of there.
I was too embarrassed to go back for a couple weeks, and when I did, I avoided Sheila's stall. I was grabbing a coke at the snack shack when a hand tapped me on shoulder. I turned to see Sheila standing there, cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She was wearing a black cotton t-shirt and the tightest jeans I had even seen her wear, and that was saying something!
"Hey Sport, you ran away awful quick last time." she said in that cool redneck accent.
"Yeah, well, I got embarrassed, you know." I tried to keep my cool, but I'm pretty sure I was blushing. She looked me up and down for a couple seconds.
"Embarrassed, huh? Well, you owe me, Sport."
"Owe you for what?"
"For your little look-see last time." She blew out a big cloud of smoke, tossed her cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with her red pumps. "Come on Sport, follow me." She started to walk to her stall, and for some reason I followed. It may have been that big ass in those impossibly tight jeans.
Her stall was one of fifty others in a long sheet metal building and the only door it had was a metal garage door that rolled down and got secured with a padlock. She rolled it up and let me enter, and then rolled it down again, bending over in a very provocative manner as she did. The stall was dark except for a crack of light coming from under the garage door. With a rusty click, Sheila turned on a fishnet-hose-woman's-leg-lamp, like the one in 'A Christmas Story'. It cast an antique yellow light all over the stall, and it lit up Sheila's face with a glow of electric sex. She sat herself in a swiveling high bar chair and looked at me.
"All right, show me your dick."
"You want me to..."
"Stop hedging, Sport. Pull out your dick. Come on, boy! I want me a look-see!" She was laughing at me now, enjoying her power over me. I could hear people walking by, just outside the thin metal door.
"Shit, son, ain't nobody gonna hear nothing, come on, now, give ole Sheila a treat!" She gave a little cackle and flicked the ash off her cigarette. I gulped hard and then started to take off my belt. "That's it baby, show me what you got!" She seemed to think all this was funny, which I suppose it was. I lowered my pants a little, and took out my dick, which was half erect. "Well now . . .". She stopped laughing and looked interested. "I honestly didn't think you'd whip it out, but allright." She leaned back in the chair and uncrossed her legs. "Get it hard for me." I blinked a couple times. She swiveled back and forth in her chair. "Jack off for me Sport, come on. I want to see you in all your glory!" I gave my cock a few tugs, but I was a little uncomfortable, with all the passerby's just a thin sheet of cheap metal away and someone older than my Mom watching me do something no one had ever seen me do before. Sheila saw i was having some trouble.
'Here, lemme help ya." She put her cigarette down and took off her T shirt. She had on a black bra that seemed to be a size or two too small, as her tits were bulging out of it. My cock started to get hard immediately. I dropped my pants to the floor and began to work my cock for real, forgetting about anything else except those tits. Her smile came back, but it wasn't a mocking smile this time. "Hell yeah Sport, work that fuckin' pud! I love it that my titties get you so riled!" My lust was starting to overcome my shyness at this point, and my logic also kicked in as I looked at this brazen woman, sitting there shirtless watching a 19 year old man furiously pump his cock right in front of her and I figured that there wasn't anything I could possibly do to offend her. So, what the hell!
"Shit, that's a nice piece of pork you got there." Her voice was smoky, and seemed to get a little deeper. She licked her lips in so sexy a fashion, it made me look away from her tits. Then I looked in her eyes, and when she looked back I didn't look away this time.
"Yeah, you getting brave huh? Just cuz I'm letting you jack off in front of me, don't you get no ideas..." I smiled at her. She put out her cigarette and found her lip stick. She leaned forward a bit, showing off her tits even more and put on her lipstick ever so slowly. I grunted and came, shooting my load so hard it almost hit her, but she pulled back in time.
