He would never admit it to his girlfriend Sherry, but Pat didn't mind shopping, as long as they were going to the mall. He would groan and complain, and sometimes ask a 'favor' in return, but he looked forward to the probable parade of young, attractive women.
Sherry held a floral summer dress in front of her. "Do you like this?"
Pat shrugged. "I'm not sure, sweetie, I think I would need to see it on you first." This was another white lie. Pat was quite sure he hated the dress, but was hoping Sherry would take the bait and step into the dressing room. There was a knockout blond browsing the blouses, and Pat was hoping to ogle her more thoroughly.
Sure enough, Sherry asked the salesgirl for the dressing room key. The salesgirl was a looker too, a lovely, prim brunette with dark skin and exotic features. Pat ran his eyes across her figure, but her stiff white blouse and black skirt made it difficult to appraise her properly.
There was no such problem with the blond, who wore a skyblue silk shirt. It draped her every curve and accented both her pale skin and her generous cleavage. Her pants were low-slung white linen trousers that seemed to have been tailored to flatter the flow of her hip. Her perfectly styled hair and patent-leather purse gave her an air of money, and Pat noticed that she wasn't bothering to look at any of the price-tags.
When his gaze returned to her face, he realized he had been caught. Her indignant scowl disappeared when they made eye-contact. She looked startled for a moment, then returned the blouse she was holding to the rack and approached him, a curious smile on her face.
Her face was pretty, with high cheek-bones and wide-set dark blue eyes.
"Can I ask you something?" She stopped very close to him, and Pat glanced nervously at the entrance to the dressing-rooms. No sign of Sherry.
He swallowed. "Sure."
"Are your eyes naturally so green, or do you wear contacts?"
It was Pat's turn to startle. His eyes were a muddy hazel. "They're natural, but not permanent." The words came out of his mouth automatically, and he was puzzled by them.
She looked puzzled as well, "What do you mean?"
I don't know, he thought, but instead he said, "You'll understand later. Can I ask you something?" Now Pat starting to worry. He seemed to have lost control of his speech. Ask her what?
She smiled. "Sure."
"Are those magnificent breasts natural, or did you buy them?" He braced himself for her reaction. Would she slap him or just start shouting?
Her smile grew wider, showing perfect white teeth. "What do you think?" she laughed.
Pat lifted his hands against the silk and gave her breasts a gentle but thorough grope. The flesh was soft and yielding. She sighed softly and bit her lower lip.
"They sure feel real," Pat said without pausing his massage. The impression of being controlled was fading and being replaced with a mixture of fierce arousal and a calm sexual confidence. Questions of why or how and concerns of public exposure felt distant and slightly silly. This beautiful woman was his to savor and use, right here, right now.
He began to kiss her gently, running one hand across the thin linen of her pants while the other continued to knead her soft tit. Through the fabric he could tell she was fond of lace. She returned his kisses with eagerness and hunger. He drew back for a second and met her eyes again. The look of vulnerable, almost frightened, longing on her face was a powerful aphrodisiac and his mouth fell onto hers, then began to inscribe a line of kisses toward her neck.
Opening his eyes, he saw the salesgirl practically running across the store towards them, waving her hands franticly. Her jaw hung down in shock and she seemed at a loss for words.
"Sir," she finally hissed, "Madam, you can't do that here, please..."
"Please what?" Pat stared at the girl, waiting for eye-contact. When it happened, she shuddered and released a sound, too high-pitched to be a moan, too deep for a whimper.
"Please, can I help you?" Other than her breathy tone, she could have been asking to ring up a purchase or look for a shirt in another size.
