The mall was pretty empty, being a weekday afternoon. Actually, if it wasn't empty, I wouldn't be there, with all the teen girls, looking much too mature for the goofy boys who followed behind them. Mix in the families with 17 kids on leashes, and assorted old ladies who think they are entitled to cut the lines, just because they can, and you've got a perfect excuse for me to stay away, for sure.
It was a crisp September day, and I needed some jeans. The major store had sales going on, and I liked being able to get everything in one place. I entered through the perfume section, and the sales lady offered me a squirt. What the hell, it was free, some new Cowboy fragrance, not half-bad.
When the lady saw I wasn't buying, she moved quickly to someone else and I heard a voice. "Hmm, that smells manly!"
Standing by me was a woman in her fifties, well-coiffed, with streaked hair. She was thin, about 5'5, wearing a black running suit and pearls. This woman hadn't run in a long time! She had a great smile, bright white teeth, and her eyes were crystal-clear.
"Yes, it's not bad, I didn't catch the name, though."
She slid closer and sniffed me on her toes to get close. Since I stand six foot, she got good and close, and if it hadn't been for her age, I would have thought she was coming on to me. But, since I was twenty-six, I figured that was unlikely.
She smiled. "I'll check with her later. My husband could use a bit of a make-over, the Old Grump!"
I smiled, thinking, "Well, that pretty much eliminates flirting, if she's mentioning the Hubby."
She mouthed, Thank you" without saying it, and I thought that was sexy. I guess I was having those Tuesday Afternoon Hornies, and felt a tingle in my crotch. As I moved away, I made a note to jerk off when I got home.
Up the escalator, I found Men's/Young Men's and stopped by Winter Jackets, thinking I could use a new one of those. I was touching and checking the prices, when I heard, "Small World!" It was my Fifty Year old from downstairs, two rows over, looking at Leather Jackets.
"Oh, Hi!" I nodded at the jacket in her hand. "For your husband?"
"Hmmm, maybe, if he's good! What do you think?"
I moved closer and said, "Very nice! He's lucky you have such good taste in clothes."
"Really?" she beamed. "I just can't get over how soft it is! Feel!" I did, and it was, fine Italian leather, and you could smell it!