else? What are you, an idiot? “She just left, I think. Man, you really missed
it… She was truly butterscotch.” “Butterscotch” was our term for a seriously
hot woman. “Aw, too bad. I have a customer, I have to go. But don’t forget to
make a closing announcement in a couple of minutes.” Crap, I thought, as I
glanced at a clock and realized the time. The store would be closing in twenty
minutes. “No problem,” I said, and hung up. Fortunately, I’d finished most of
the closing procedures and had little to do before making the closing calls. It
was a few minutes early, but I went ahead and made the 15-minute announcement.
Halfway through, she reappeared, walking towards me and smiling. As I hung up,
she leaned forward on the desk again. “You have a beautiful voice,” she said,
biting her finger. I leaned forward again, and my nose caught the unmistakable
scent of a woman’s sex. I tried to suppress a grin and failed. She just smiled
and sucked on her index finger. “You really like being looked at, huh? It turns
you on that much?” I asked quietly. “Yeah, it does. Especially when cute guys
are staring… The kind I like staring at myself.” The full-bore force of her
look hit me like a baseball bat. “Aw, give me a break… I’m not all –” “Shhhh.”
She brought her finger to my lips. It was all I could do not to close my eyes
and suck her finger into my mouth. It reeked of her juices, and smelled divine.
“Don’t get uptight about it, just accept it for what it is. There’s lots of cute
guys around, but you’re interesting. And cute plus interesting, to me, equals
sexy.” My erection pulsed again as she stood up and twirled on one foot, her
skirt flying up just a bit. “Do you think I’m sexy? Or just pretty?” I closed
my mouth again. “Oh, I would definitely have to say you’re sexy. Very.” She
grinned and twirled again. “Very, very.” “Well,” she said, dropping into a split
on the floor, “do you like looking at sexy girls?” I nodded vigorously. She ran
her hands up one leg. “Do you just like to look? Or do you like other things,
too?” Her fingertips reached the hem of her skirt again, and teasingly brushed
it upwards. “I like all kinds of things,” I stammered. “But I like everything
about you.” Over the intercom I heard Jeff do the ten minute announcement in an
annoyed voice. “We’re closing in just a few minutes,” I said. “All good things
come to an end.” “Do they?” she said absentmindedly, as she brushed the skirt up
another bit. “Do they have to?” She looked up at me. “Nope, no way, uh-uh,” I
blurted. She laughed. “You don’t have girls flirt with you very often, do you?
Do you like it?” “I like it a lot. But I’ve never had anyone flirt with me like
you. You’re incredible.” She smiled and pulled the skirt up a bit more, bringing
her leg around. Now her panties were fully visible; I could make out her lips
through the thin material — was that moisture I saw there? For several seconds,
maybe minutes, my eyes traced the contours of those beautiful panties. But then
she stood up and leaned over to me again. “Thank you,” she said. “Now, any old
fart can look down my dress and get a thrill,” she said, touching the front of my
shirt. “But some guys I let see a little more. Some guys I let actually do
something. Maybe they can touch me…” She ran a finger over the back of my
hand; her touch was electric. “Maybe I can touch them… But that’s maybe,” she
said harshly, and she pinched my hand, hard. I grimaced…but nodded. “Maybe,
if you’re a good boy… But we’ll have to see.” She looked around. “Who checks
the bathrooms?” I startled, then replied, “Anybody who volunteers… I’ll do it.”
She grinned. “Okay… I’ll be the one you have to drag out, then. I’ll see you
in a few minutes.” She leaned forward and kissed me, easing her tongue into my
mouth with a luscious swirl I lost myself in, and then she was gone, strutting
towards the restrooms. I quickly made a five minute announcement, then walked
around the back of the store looking for stragglers. I found two, encouraged
them to find what they were looking for and buy it, and gradually made the
rounds, arriving at the other information desk. Jeff was hunched over a magazine.
“Are we clear yet?” “Almost. There’s two over in art; I think they’re hunting
for naked pictures.” “That’s always fun. I’ll go check the –” “No, I’ll do it,
I’m on my way,” I interrupted, moving to the restroom. I checked the men’s room
first and found it empty, then knocked on the women’s room door. “Anyone in
there? It’s time to go,” I said. I heard a slight giggle, and my curiosity (and
my cock) told me to go in, so I did. Opening the first two doors, I found them
empty, but in the third stall she sat on the toilet, one leg on the handicapped
bar and one on the floor. Her fingers were moving in and out of her bare pussy;
I could hear them slurping slightly as she did it, staring right into my eyes and
smiling. I stood there and stared as she masturbated, bringing her other hand to
rub her clitoris. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. “Time to go?” she
finally asked. “Yep.” I didn’t move. She dropped her leg to the floor, and
grabbed her panties. With her legs wide open and still looking me in the eye,
she wiped her panties over her sex, even pushing part of it into her before
standing, walking to me and placing them in my hand. “I’ll be back to see you
soon,” she said. She pushed her body into mine; I felt her breasts rub
delightfully against me, and smelled her heavenly aroma. She looked fetchingly
up at me again. “But not tonight. I have things to do tonight, okay?” “Alright,
but come back soon, okay? I’ll be good, I promise.” “Of course you will, if you
ever want any of this,” she said, moving my hand to her crotch. It was hot and
wet, and I instantly moved a finger inside of her. She shuddered, but pushed me
away. “I’ll see you,” she said, and pushed past me and out the door. I almost
ran after her, but realized I had her panties in my hand. I quickly shoved them
in my pocket and ran after her, but she was out the front door. Jeff approached
behind me. “Damn, was that the chick you were talking about? Man, she was
fine.” “Yeah,” I nodded stupidly. “Yeah.”
