Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 13

"Excuse me if I'm skeptical," he said, an angry tinge to his voice. She nodded.

"Listen, I get it," she began. "You have every right to be upset with me. Furious. And... I want to apologize. And I want to make it up to you."

"Make it up to me?" he replied. "You can do that by giving me my money back..." he replied.

"That's what I want to do..." she replied. "I want to repay you. It probably doesn't make up for everything, but... I think it would be a start."

Tim thought about it. Getting that money back would be nice. But, at this point? He did okay at work. And Viv... she was cleaning up. The money, while nice, wasn't an essential for him right now.

"You know what?" he began. "I don't need this! I don't need to get involved with anything involving you. I'm doing fine. I'm over it! Just... leave me alone," he urged her. At this, she smiled sadly and nodded, her eyes tearing up again. This was strange from her, because she was not the crying type. Not in the slightest. She was a cold-blooded bitch, to be honest.

"I get it..." she said, taking a step back. "It's just... I have bad instincts. For the longest time, I just had this need to mess things up. To take things... take money from people. I just... I loved it. I got off on it..." she stated, looking him dead in the eyes. "It's hard to fight your instincts, you know? I'm just... I'm just trying to be a better person. I'm trying to shake myself free of all those bad habits. I'm even going to Church..." she said, smiling proudly. At this, she reached down to her neck and hooked her finger around the chain of her thin necklace, lifting it up, exposing the tiny little cross that had been lodged in her cleavage. "I mean, I know it's not much, but I am trying. I go to a Bible group a few times a week. It's really working for me. I was just hoping to make it up to some of the guys I've wronged. If you don't want that, I get it..." she said, nodding.

He wanted to happily kick her out of his store, but for a moment, he allowed himself to take her words in. On some level, he identified with her. He was going through the same thing. Trying to shake himself free of his nature. Of his worst habits. His was fucking up royally. Hers was stealing money from people. Like she had with him. He was in the middle of trying to self-improve, and it was almost serendipitous that she was too. So, in the slightest sense, he empathized.

They were suddenly interrupted by a new presence. A little girl, maybe five or six, was standing near him, wearing some shoes she was trying on, the laces loose. She paused as she saw these two grownups where she needed to be. Tim realized they were standing near a support beam that had a mirror on one side. The girl was coming up to look at her shoes in the mirror, only they were in the way. Seeing this little girl standing near them, Esmerelda looked down at her and grinned.

"Hi sweetie," Esmerelda said, grinning warmly. She kneeled down in front of her. "Those are some nice shoes! Here, let me help you out..." Esmerelda leaned over and began tying up the girl's shoes. The girl smiled at this out-of-character friendliness from Esmerelda. Tim was still skeptical, and he looked away, still annoyed by Esmerelda's presence. This made him realize that her position had caused her dress to raise up, and with her butt pointed at the mirror, it gave Tim a perfect glimpse as her perfect, round, juicy ass revealed itself, exposed from under her dress. The bottom halves of her smooth, firm ass-cheeks were exposed to his sight, completely bare, just as sexy as he remembered. This position also allowed him to see the tiny black g-string threading between the cheeks.

Tim ripped his eyes away just in time, Esmerelda finishing helping the girl out before standing back up, straightening her dress and stepping aside, allowing the girl to look at her shoes in the mirror as Esmerelda smiled at her. The girl soon ran off, back towards her watching mom at the far side of the department, Esmerelda giving her a friendly nod. Finally, with them gone, Esmerelda turned to face him again, smiling sadly.

"Okay, I get it," she relented. "Again, I am sorry. And, well... I'm between phones at the moment, but if you change your mind," she began, pulling a small piece of scrap of paper from her purse, as well as a pen, writing on it fast "If your change your mind, this is the Church group I go to. I go at six every Tuesday and Thursday. I... I hope I see you Tim," she said, handing the paper over to him. Finally, she began walking away, her flowy skirt bouncing in the air in the same rhythm as her ass, shaking side-to-side hypnotically as she walked, the way it always did. God, years prior, after spending an entire day following behind her, he could barely stop himself from bending her over, pulling those perfect cheeks apart, and using his tongue to worship the immaculate, tight hole in between. Uh... no. No! He had to stop thinking like this. Finally, she turned a corner and was out of his sight.

He could breathe again.

His mind was awash with memories of their past. Those lusty, nasty memories of their time together. God, things ended badly, but their time together had made it almost worth it. No! He had to stop thinking like this, looking back at their past warmly. No. That bitch was poisonous. There was evil at her core. He knew that now, and looking back, it was easy to see how much she'd been guiding things to that end from the start. She had him wrapped around her fingers fast. She probably could have gotten the money out of him a month in, so enraptured he was, but she struck around for six. Maybe she liked him more than most. Or at the very least, she liked fucking him enough to stick around.

He couldn't quite shake these flashes of lust that kept cropping up. Like a really bad addiction, having her addictive body under his nose, even at arm's reach, was enough to give him cravings. Enough to make him dream of relapsing. He tried to distract himself with Viv, but she was busy with work stuff, the fallout of the big deal that had been struck.

In the days following, in quiet moments, his thoughts kept drifting to Esmerelda. God, her body was as sexy as ever. That shapely, firm ass. Just seeing a hint of it again, the firm, perfect meaty cheeks, adorned with that g-string. God, that sight was incredible. He didn't know if that move was deliberate. It seemed accidental, but knowing her, he couldn't be sure.

And that wasn't all of it. How could he forget about her tits! Those huge boobs! God, they looked even bigger than ever. So big and round, the way they quivered with every move she made. He couldn't deny they were the best he'd ever seen, easily. Way better than Viv's far smaller pair. He remembered spending, like, hours just squeezing away at them, squeezing and sucking and fucking them. He could never get enough. Her body was pure, concentrated lust. And again, that caramel skin was just arresting. So smooth, almost shiny. It was as if she bathed her body in smooth, silky lotion, making it as lust-inspiring as possible.

He didn't know why he couldn't quite shake her. Maybe being in her presence again, being close enough to feel her heat and pheromones bathing him, maybe that had put part of her into his bloodstream, and he was now going through withdrawals again.

That being said, he did open up the smallest possibility that she was being honest. That she was telling the truth about wanting to change. He could empathize. He was literally going through the exact same turmoil himself. She did seem to be acting way out-of-character. Maybe... maybe she had changed. Sure, before, she was a clever, scheming bitch, so her faking it would be right up her alley. But maybe she wasn't. Maybe she was being straight-up. Maybe he should give her a chance. It would be nice to get that money back and get some closure on the whole ordeal. And plus, it would give him a chance to be around her and that juicy body of hers... no. No! He had to stop thinking that way. He was a married man! He could not go down that road not again. He had to just forget about her and move on. He had Viv. He didn't need anything else.

But as time passed, and more distance grew after that encounter with Esmerelda, his stance began to soften. Maybe she was telling the truth. If she had shown up again in his store, he would have questioned her, but she had lived up to her word, backing off and leaving him be. Maybe she was trying to reform. Maybe his thoughts kept coming back to her because some part of him believed her, and that he should give her a chance. What if... what if he checked her out? No, not in that way. What if he scoped her out? Checked out this church group and see if maybe she was living up to her word. If she wasn't, he would walk away. Cut her out right away. But maybe he should give her the chance, at the very least. Besides, he knew her games. He knew what she was capable of. He wasn't gonna be caught off guard again.

He knew the risks. He knew to be especially careful. This was dangerous waters. Not even just for what she had done before, but... she was a sexy ex-girlfriend, and he was a married man. He certainly hadn't told Viv about any of this, but in all honesty, this was his problem to deal with.

He was still listening to those self-help things, and one of the things the lady said was not to run from your problems, but to confront them. Don't let them simmer and fester into something worse. And he was gonna do that. He wasn't gonna mess it up. He wasn't gonna misbehave. He could handle this. And besides, the church was on his way home from work.

He hung in the back of the room when he went into the church, hiding out, scoping it out, watching from afar. In the little side event room, a circle of people were seated, looking at open bibles, talking and discussing things, a friendly looking preacher in the center, leading the conversation. Tim scanned the people and... yep. There she was. Seated in the circle, clad in a simple pair of tight jeans and a nice, flattering maroon top, Esmerelda seemed to be actively involved in the discussion. It was only after a few minutes of watching that she began looking around the room lazily, her eyes brightening as she saw Tim. She smiled and waved and invited him to the group.

Everyone was very friendly and welcoming as he Esmerelda introduced him as a friend. Even though he wasn't very churchy, he was polite and paid attention during the rest of their meeting. Finally, it ended, and standing outside the church, Esmerelda pulled him to the side.

"I'm so happy you came!" she said effusively to him, and some part of him registered that she may have said that to him before in an entirely different context.

"I was just... scoping it out," he relented.

"Well, I'm happy you're giving me a chance," she said. Her top was tasteful, but his eyes were drawn to the small hint of cleavage left exposed, a small peek at a DEEP valley.

"Just... a chance..." he relented, pulling his eyes away from her cleavage without her noticing his stare. Finally, he turned and walked away.

He attended a few more of these classes, sporadically, never letting her know he was coming, never announcing his presence, just making sure. She seemed to be living as she said, improving herself through these lessons. She'd given him nothing that made him doubt her story. He was starting to believe her.

Esmerelda explained how she tracked him down. She said, after deciding to make amends with those she'd wronged, that she had sought him out, and looking at social media allowed her to locate him quickly. She said that she was happy to see he'd made something out of himself, and that he'd found happiness. She seemed very friendly throughout this whole thing, and he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Fortunately, that moment didn't come.

The only thing that gave him pause was her body. Not that she could fully control that, and she'd been dressing demurely, at least for her, but just being around her made his blood flow and his body react. That being said, he could have sworn she was showing a bit more skin than she was at the start, giving him more teasing glimpses at her long legs, well-formed ass and deep succulent cleavage. Not to an insane degree, but enough for him to notice. Although, again with her, it was impossible not to.

His body had been trained to be aroused in her presence, and clearly, he'd never shaken that. He still got hard for her, and she slowly began returning to his dreams... his fantasies. She hadn't made a move, but... just being around her was intoxicating. Her... those perfect tits... that mouthwatering ass... it was impossible not to be aroused by her. She wasn't being overly flirtatious, but some flirtation was just in her nature. But she seemed to be on the up and up, mentioning how much the church had helped her curb her darker desires. Plus, she always drew attention to the little cross hanging around her neck, mentioning that it used to be her mom's, and seeing it was what spurred this change in her. Sure, drawing attention to it also invited his eyes to stare directly into her cleavage. But after spending hours trying not to stare, he almost welcomed the permission.

He could feel himself getting too comfortable with her. Being in her presence. Talking to her like a friend. Staring at her perfect body. He knew he was swimming in dangerous waters, so he knew he had to end this fast, return his focus to Viv and just get closure on things with Esmerelda. He even intimated this to her. They had too much history to truly be friends long term, especially with him being married, so she understood his apprehension with her. So, after another one of these Church meetings, after talking with her, she finally brought up the initial goal of meeting up with him again.

"So," she began, exhaling. "Are you ready to get your money back?" she asked, smiling.

Last time, he had simply handed over a check to her, trusting her, but this time, he wasn't taking any chances. They were going to the bank together, and he would be involved with the whole transaction from the start. He had the day off work, and Viv was out of town at a work retreat, a celebration of their massive windfall, so there was nothing preventing him from seeing this thing through. They agreed to meet at the bank in the morning.

He showed up there early, making sure there was no funny business going on here. Although, even if there was, he wouldn't really know it, so he didn't really know what he was looking for. But he got there before Esmerelda did, and he watched her pull up in her sporty, expensive looking car. He felt good that things were going as planned. Then she stepped out of her car, and he was momentarily taken aback.

She looked incredible. Up to now, since she'd returned to his life, she'd been dressing conservatively... well, as conservative as a girl with that body could. But this morning... she was dressed to kill. Up top, she was wearing a very tight black top, which clung to her upper-half, showcasing her slim, fit belly and her absolutely mammoth boobs. This fucking top clung to every square inch of tit-flesh, molded to them, showcasing their immense size and perfect shape and giving a hint of her hard nipples. And it was very low cut, really going to town and showcasing some serious cleavage for the first time since he'd met up with her again. God damn, there was like a mile of cleavage. It was endless. Her boobs, stuffed together in her top, looked so round... so smooth. His mouth was watering. Not only did it showcase her huge boobs, it exposed a bit of her midriff as well, the golden skin of her fit belly glowing as her navel was left exposed, doing its best to pull his attention away from her chest.

Her lower-half held up its end of the bargain. Clad in some dark denim booty shorts, she left most of her slim, taut legs exposed, her skin almost shiny it looked so smooth. Her feet were clad in flip-flops, looking comfortable yet sexy. But the booty shorts really worked their magic for her ass, clinging to it, molding to the round, firm, meaty cheeks as they vaulted from her slim frame. The denim was so tight the material was getting pulled into the crevasse of her ass-crack, getting swallowed between the perfect cheeks. None of the bare flesh of her juicy ass was exposed by the short shorts, but just fucking barely.

"Hi!" she greeted him, grinning wide, a pair of gaudy sunglasses perched on her nose.

"Uh... hi," he replied, caught off guard by her outfit. But she seemed unbothered by his obvious surprise.

"Let's get this done," she said eagerly, and he followed, following her perfect ass as it shook side-to-side almost hypnotically. He could see her thong emerging from beneath the hem of her shorts.

Tim was happy to be able to hide his erection behind the counter at the bank. Shaking himself clear, he handed over his banking info to the teller. The teller, an African-American dude about his age, looked slightly nervous for some reason, but with how much perfect cleavage Esmerelda was exposing, Tim figured he couldn't be blamed. Tim paid close attention, making sure what he wanted to happen was what actually happened, not leaving room for any funny business. The guy didn't seem to be bothered by Tim being interested in every step of the process. Esmerelda seemed very calm and unbothered, a self-assured smile on her gorgeous face. Their teller was a manager, so he didn't need any special permissions to make a cash transfer of this size. He gave his signatures, signing off a couple times, as did Esmerelda, and Tim watched as $75,000 of his lost cash was returned to the bank account he shared with his wife. He had the receipt to prove it, and the teller handed one to Esmerelda as well, making her grin brilliantly. Looking down at Esmerelda, she looked up and smiled warmly at him, and for the first time, he felt like he could relax around her. She'd lived up to her promise. She had reformed.

They walked out of the bank side-by-side. As she looked away, glancing back at the teller, his eyes couldn't help but slide down to her mouthwatering cleavage, his cock stirring again. Shaking his head to clear these thoughts away, they walked out of the bank together.

He couldn't help but feel a slight pep in his step, a renewed energy that he'd finally got some closure. She could see his happiness, and she couldn't help but grin. Coming to a stop near their cars, she spoke up

"I'm glad you feel so good," she purred, looking up at him. He smiled and nodded.

"I'm glad you lived up to your word," he replied, holding up the receipt. She grinned at him, before pausing and looking him over again.

"I know this is probably the end of us hanging out," she said. "And I know there's a lot of bad history between us, but... I really am glad you're doing so well. I mean... you're married! I never would have taken you as the marrying type. But you have an attractive, successful wife, so I can't blame you. Although, I must admit... I am a bit jealous of her..."

At this, she took a step forward, softly pressing her mammoth boobs into his chest. He backed up slightly, only for his back to press against his car, leaving him trapped.

"Wait..." he said, trying to ignore how good her boobs felt against him.

"We had such a good time, didn't we?" she purred, that sexy voice of hers making him shiver. "I know I did. I mean, I pulled the same trick on a lot of guys, cozying up to them and eventually stealing their money. But I didn't stick around with any of them as long as I did with you, because you were such a good fuck!" she sighed, pressing herself into him even more firmly.

"Esmerelda..." he panted, looking down at her, feeling his now straining cock pressing against her midriff. Looking down at her, his eyes went straight into her cleavage. The soft flesh pressed together, her massively round breasts, so perfectly shaped, arresting his vision. And in between them, shining in the morning light, was the sparkly little cross hanging from her necklace.