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 "Cynthia's Size" A short story by Night Hawk Coerced out of retirement by
"Mike C" and his James World series. Copyright 2003 by: Night Hawk



   "Hello Ken."

   I didn't even have to turn around to see who knew me well enough to call
me by my first name in the fanciest, classiest shoe store in town.  I would
have recognized that husky, sultry voice anywhere.

   I first met Mrs.  Brown two years ago when her husband bought one of our
local companies that had been on the brink of bankruptcy.  He managed to
turn it around and saved a lot of local jobs.

   "Have you got any thing new to show me this week?" she asked.

   I thought to myself, it wouldn't matter anyway because what you really
want is to show me the same old thing, but I replied "Yes Ma'am, we
received over half of our Fall Line last week, maybe you'll find something
you like."

   "Show me what you've got Ken, I feel an urge....  to spend."

   "Well if you'll wait for just a minute Mrs.  Brown, I'll bring out all
of the new lines, they haven't even been put out on display yet." And with
those words I rushed into the stock room.

   "Remember Ken, I wear a 7AA," she called after me.  How could I forget?
Her shoe size is the same as my cock size when I have a hard on, which I
did, as always, when Mrs.  Brown comes shopping.

   Mrs.  Brown is what is commonly known as a flasher.  The only difference
is that instead of running around in a raincoat, she goes shopping for
shoes in a dress, with nothing on underneath.

   Now don't get me wrong, Mrs.  Brown is a good customer.  She is faithful
to our store and spends lots of her husband's money here, and they have it
to spend.  Her hands are dripping with diamonds, and there must be a good
ten pounds of gold wrapped around that milky white throat of hers.  My only
complaint is that she is a cock tease.  Unlike flashers who do it for shock
value, Mrs.  Brown does it to tease.  Every time she comes in to try on
shoes, I spend the rest of the day with a permanent hard on!

   What she does is not unusual.  People would be surprised at how many
rich women like to go pantyless.  I guess it gives them some kind of thrill
knowing that they are naked under their dresses and skirts.  They also like
to go braless and wear low cut blouses so that when they bend over, nothing
is left to the imagination.  I'll bet that in the six years that I've been
working at this expensive shoe store, that I've seen more gash and tits
than anybody in any other profession with the exception of doctors.

   Anyway, the first time I met Mrs.  Brown, I got a boner big enough to
stretch my pants uncomfortably, and that was before I found out that she
likes to flash her gash.  She stood about five foot four and about a
hundred and twenty pounds.  Perfectly rounded in all the right places.  Not
one of the anorexic set thankfully.

   I couldn't say for sure but from other experiences, I'd guess her
measurements are about 34-24-32.  As for the 34 part, it is definitely a C
cup.

   Her tits are about the size of grapefruits, and firm, hell even if she
didn't want to show them off she still wouldn't need a bra!

   Her nipples are usually stiff and the color of caramel.  How do I know
this?  Well, when you sit on those little foot rests that the customers
place their feet on when you are putting their shoes on for them, and they
bend over to check the fit, you get a bird's eye view of all they have, if
they want you to see it of course.  Modest women always raise their hand to
hold their tops tight to their chests.

   Most of the women who like to show would declare they never realized
this and of course deny that they do it intentionally, but you know that
they know by the secret smiles that they have on their faces.

   The first time I laid my eyes on her, I thought that I had died and gone
to heaven.  She didn't walk into a room she glided.  Long blonde hair with
a natural wave it that frames that beautiful face, and I know for a fact
that she is a natural blonde, unlike so many of my customers.  Her skin is
the color of milk with just enough tan to stop her from looking pale.

   I introduced myself that first day and since the first time she flashed
me, she won't let any one else wait on her.  Oh, I thought of giving it a
try, but that's exactly what it remained, a thought.  Having dealt with
these rich flashers before, I know they want to tease, not please the hired
help, and yet she didn't treat me like the others.  She was friendly and
polite, but like the saying goes, "once burned, twice shy."

   The first time I waited on her, I asked to measure her feet, to which
she replied, "I want you to, but I'm sure you'll find that I'm a 7AA."

   Her dress that day was a pretty shade of pink that complimented her
skin, and it was short enough to show off a perfect set of knees.  Well,
when I raised her foot to the stool to measure her, her dress slid back to
the top of her thighs and God Almighty I was staring right into the most
beautiful pussy I had ever seen.  I looked up, into her pale blue eyes, and
saw she was smiling at me.

   "Is anything wrong?" she asked innocently.

   I looked down again, "No", I stammered, "nothing wrong at all." Oh
Christ, that beautiful golden triangle with just wisps of light blonde hair
just barely concealing the promise of the treasure that lay behind the
veil.

   As I stared, I saw that little clit of hers start to protrude and tiny
droplets of her sex juices forming on her labia.  That was it for me.  I
creamed myself.  I shot a load of jism into the front of my pants so hard
that I thought for sure that it would run down my pant legs.

   I excused myself and hurried into the bathroom to clean up what seemed
to be gallons of cum.  When I returned I brought out six boxes of shoes to
hold in front of me, and tried to get my mind off of what I had seen.  The
first pair she tried on, she didn't even stand up in them.  She just bent
over to feel them with her hands and that's when I saw those gorgeous
breasts.  Oh God, I thought, why are you doing this to me.  It hasn't even
been ten minutes and I'm hard as a rock again.

   I didn't have to worry though about having another accident because she
said, "These feel fine, I'll take them and come back next week for a few
more."

   I told her I'd be looking forward to it, and that it had been my
pleasure meeting her and serving her.

   She did return the next week, and after that she came in regularly about
once every four to six weeks.  Always the flasher though.  If she wasn't
wearing a dress or skirt it would be a baggy pair of tennis shorts and then
she would be forever opening and closing her legs so that I could catch
glimpses of that which I desired so much.  Many were the nights I laid in
bed fantasizing about what I would do to that luscious body if I only had
the chance.  Then I would jack off and go to sleep wishing.  Little was I
to know that today my fondest dream would come true.

   Today was different.  I don't know why, but I could feel it in my bones
and in my boner.  She had a kind of glazed look in her eyes and when she
sat down in the chair she sort of leaned back in it so that her ass came
forward.  I took my position on the stool in front of her and held up a
pair of open toe pumps for her approval.  She just smiled and said, "Do you
think that you can fit me today Ken?"

   Then she raised her leg to the stool and I watched as her dress slid
back down her thigh, as usual, and I tried discreetly to sneak a glimpse of
that beautiful cunt.

   Holy shit!  It was as naked as her ass.  She had shaved her entire twat.
Fuck the job I thought!  I just came right out and told her that I would do
anything for a taste of her nectar.

   That's when she really surprised me.  She told me that it had originally
started off as a game to her, but over the last year she had started to
want me so bad that she had to finger fuck herself after every visit to the
store.  She told me that she just couldn't seem to get me to make a play
for her and that she was going to stop at nothing to get me to say out loud
what the bulge in my crotch had been saying for the last two years.  She
said her husband was out of town on a business trip, and that she had
shaved her bush just for me!

   "I want you to fit me Ken, but not with shoes this time.  I want you to
fit my pussy, a nice tight fit."

   I might have been caught off guard, but I certainly was primed and
ready. I told her to go home and that I would be there in less than an
hour. I went and told the boss that I wasn't feeling well and that I was
going to call it a day.  He said, "You do look a little flushed, go home
and rest and we'll see you tomorrow."

   I made it across town in record time, and after hiding my car from nosy
neighbors, I made it to her house, if that's what you call a twenty-room
villa.

   I snuck around to the back of her house as we had arranged, and found
her lounging by the side of the pool wearing a skimpy bikini.

   "Mrs.  Brown?" I said, cautiously, in case she had changed her mind.

   "My name is Cynthia," she said.  "I think that if we're going to be
lovers we should be on a first name basis, don't you?"

   I said "Hello Cynthia" and then walked over and kissed her.  Softly at
first, and then with the passion those months of lust had created.  The
time for the game playing was over, and there was no need for further talk.
I pulled the strings on her bikini and for the first time was able to truly
admire the body that previously I had only glimpsed.  I stepped back to
fully take in the beauty before me.  The soft contours of her luscious
body, the swelling breasts, and finally the slight rise of her public
mound. It was time for action.

   I dropped to my knees and started to kiss that freshly shaved pussy.  I
caressed it with my tongue and lips.  I nibbled at it with my teeth, and
with every stroke of my tongue she spread her legs farther and farther. 
She started to moan and I could taste her nectar flowing fast on my tongue
so I fastened my lips around her clit and sucked it hard.

   "Oh Jesus" she cried, and with that she exploded, spraying my face with
her juices, and then she collapsed on me.

   I lowered her gently to the towel where she had been laying and I tore
off my clothes and with a hard on like I've never had before, I slipped my
throbbing cock into her quivering gash.  I was determined to make it last
but she was already coming again, and as she did she bit into my shoulder
to stifle her screams of ecstasy.  For every thrust inward, she thrust back
and twice more she came before I let loose with a torrent of cum that
filled her with so much that the excess dribbled out between us.  We laid
together in a soft embrace for a while, still joined, and then she rolled
us both over and into the pool.

   We spent the next four hours in the pool and beside it.  In the water I
held her up as I ate her delicious cunt again and again.  She played
bobbing for cock as time and time again she would go under water and suck
on my rod.  We fucked in the water and out of the water in every position
imaginable until we were both fucked out.  We fell asleep cuddling each
other and when we woke up it was well after midnight.

   Cynthia's husband is not due back for another ten days and I have a
week's vacation coming.  Cynthia has asked that I spend my week with her. I
said that nothing could please me more.  I think that I'm going to have a
great vacation.  It seems that Cynthia and I have both found the perfect
fit!