A Woman's Shopping Fantasy

"Can I help you ma'am"
the clerk with the jiggly tits and
a butt so tight, enough to hold
a hammer between her cheeks
was asking me
in this upscale women's department
where the finest of lingerie is sold
and all I could say was "no thank you."



I really wanted to drop to my knee's
and let my cheek nuzzle her tanned thigh while my nostrils filled with her teenage scent coming from her fuzz covered cunt
itself covered by a wisp of white cotton panties with red polka dots and a slight wetness where she was in a hurry the last time she peed.



I wanted to lick the length of that tight black line, the crevice of her taut ass, to feel her muscles contract around my tongue when it flicked her button hole, to feel it relax and allow her musky brown to beg for my invading mouth muscle.



I am surprised by the guttural sounds from their young throats, a woman's
groan, so mature, so natural, even though the body is so young, and nubile, so virgin like and the odor only equalled by the smell of a new car.



And when they cum they always act surprised and continue to quiver long after their orgasm and sometimes want it again...immediately... for youth seem to be forever unsated.   And I, as a woman of exquisite taste, succumb, seconds being more delectable than the main.



"God yesss, you can help me" but I lie and say no...I have a reputation...a family and I cannot chance but in the city far away last year I said yes and knew ecstasy for an hour, months of memory. And sometimes near home, here, I almost weaken, "God yesss, you can help me" but I lie and say no as I walk around the store and fondle all the new panties and rub the mother of a teenage daughter's pussy on the corner of a shelf till I cum in silence.



author, little miss blair
© copyright 2001