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From: Rachel Lace <rachelslace@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} FLASHER - by Rachel's Lace
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Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 20:10:01 -0400
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FLASHER

   Copyright 2003

   By Rachel's Lace

   [Libertine Wife, Exh, Oral]







   Catching an offered glimpse of the forbidden sometimes leads to a shared
smile.  A smile can lead to a flirtation, which can possibly lead to an
invitation...  which can go as far as you want!



   She was with her husband.  I heard them bickering before I actually saw
her.  She wore the sexiest little skirt I had seen in a long while; simple,
black, about ten inches long.  It showed off her thighs which she had kept
up so that at a few furlongs past 30 she still caught men looking away
quickly as they held their wives hands.  Her strapped tank top was of black
cotton as well, but covered with a short white crocheted sweater, which
accentuated what we couldn't see and carried the illusion that we could see
more if we dared look deep enough.



   Their argument was tinged with good natured laughter and mild annoyance
on both parts.  Twice I heard a lilt of laughter bubble up from deep inside
her.  Being a consummate admirer of powerful women, she caught my attention
immediately!  I stared longingly at those muscular thighs she was
displaying so casually.  I felt my cock jumping to attention deep within my
Levis.  Her husband was talking business books and he sat down on the dirty
floor to quickly browse the stacks he had pulled out.



   She looked bored and fed up, but she stood close by him.



   I noticed we three were the only ones in the shop at the time, so I
wandered past and smiled.  She looked at me without reaction.  She was
leaning against a shelf, her hip jutting out and one shoulder bunched up
higher than the other.  As she looked away my gaze fell to her skirt. 
Smooth black cotton.  It hugged the swell of her tummy, which was just
large enough to catch the eye and promise warm fleshy delights.  As I
slowly circled them I took the slow visual tour of her body.  Her ass was
firm, high and round; the type that makes my knees weak.  My heart rate
jumped as I realized I would do anything to touch it, bite it, and plunge
my cock into it!  The skirt gripped her hips and ass like a second skin. 
No perceivable zipper or buttons.  Not even a seam!  This was a thin cotton
sheath which held her full firm hips in a loving embrace.



   She crouched down to look at some books on the lower shelves and as I
watched she scratched her thigh.  She pulled her skirt high to inspect a
small red scratch on her upper thigh near her hip.  I realized I was
holding a few books that were shelved right where she was sitting, so I
maneuvered around in front of her and bent down myself.  Her knees were
bent, but together.  I crouched down next to her and cleared my throat. 
Startled, she looked up and looked a bit scared.  She quickly tugged her
skirt back down as I excused myself, "Pardon me, I have to slip something
in...  down there." I held her gaze to judge her reaction.

   She smiled slyly and gave me a look that said, `you naughty boy'.  She
slowly swiveled one leg out of my way, holding her other in place.  With
her legs spread wide she looked up coyly and whispered, "Is that better? 
Do you think you have enough room to slip it in down there?"

   My breath went away.  She had opened the gates to paradise.  My gaze
caressed two beautiful expansive thighs.  My focus was burning on a small
pink patch of sheer fabric pulled taught against pussy lips in full pout.
Her labia resembled a puckered kiss as it strained against her tiny
panties. My mouth was watering.  I stopped breathing altogether.

   She looked up and caught my eyes, she was grinning.  She had nice teeth.
Leaning towards me she spoke in hushed tones, "Oh...  I see!" She reached
down into the shelf.  "If I spread these apart for you, you can easily slip
what you've got right inside."

   I shelved the books as slowly as possible, my gaze never leaving her
crotch.  She rocked back on her heels, her thighs still spread wide.  As I
stared and smiled with my mouth hanging open she sucked in a ragged breath
and let it out slowly.  "Yeah, that is better.  We make a good team!" I
stood with some discomfort, thanked her sincerely and moved on.  My heart
was racing!



   Moving on around the store I circled back and took up a position
directly behind her.  She stood balanced on one hip letting the other jut
out provocatively.  Those legs were so nice to look at!  Those thighs
curved up smoothly to the short skirt which framed a perfectly round little
heart shaped ass.  I was staring hard trying like the devil to strip her
naked with my eyes when she turned and caught me.  Her eyes were wide with
shock.  Mine smiled back at her with loving appreciation.  Her mouth
twitched, and then curled into a smile of its own.  A quick bow of my head
and she forgave me with a truly warm smile, the sign of a woman who knows
and respects the power she holds over us.



   She turned to her husband.  He never looked up from his book as she
leaned over his shoulder to see what he was reading.

   She looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and then scanned the room.
No one else in the store...  She put her hands on her hips, planted her
feet about a yard apart and bent slowly at the waist.  She was leaning
forward to read over her husband's shoulder.  As she did so she pushed her
ass up and out, her short black skirt rode slowly up.  It lovingly caressed
the musculature along the back of her thighs, then, ever so subtly, slid
higher along the curve of her ass.  My cock was throbbing and straining
against the button fly of my 501s.



   At 45 degrees she stopped.  Just the curve of both ass cheeks lay
visible.  She straightened up and turned to look at me.  Her face was flush
red and her hair was hanging loose.  She tossed it back in place with a
flip of her head.  My eyes must have been saucers, lapping up the gifts she
presented!  I placed my hand across my heart and thumped simulating an
appreciative heartbeat.  The Cheshire grin on my face showed my thanks and
the slow shake of my head in amazement showed how much I admired her nerve.




   I let out an exaggerated sigh and she threw me the hottest open mouthed
Marilyn Monroe smile I've ever seen.  Then all serious again she turned to
her husband and arched her back once more.  As she bent down again the
skirt rode up that glorious path as I slowly saw the promise of paradise
opening before me.  Full thighs were bared for my approval, the firm curve
of her ass became visible, then to my continued astonishment she put her
thumbs under the edge of her skirt and bent down, further; legs spread
wide. Her skirt was silently popped over her hips and both ass cheeks
completely exposed for my heart stopping enjoyment.  Only a very thin pink
strip of cloth, a thong, stood between me and heaven!  I could clearly see
the small brown pucker of her ass peeking around the offending garment. 
The bright pink set off against the jet black material of the skirt lit up
her sexy little snatch like neon.



   My cock was demanding attention at an awkward angle.  `Pitching a tent'
is the term!  So, I quickly pantomimed a faint for her charms and made my
way to the men's room where I took up a position at the first stall. 
Freeing my cock from its difficulty I placed it at magnetic north and
tucked my shirt back in place.

   Then something hit me.  I felt I had to return the gift she had given
me. I reached back into my pants and pulled my cock up in front of my
tucked in shirt so it rested just behind my buttoned fly.  My heart raced
with what I proposed to do!  I looked down, the vision of her lovely ass,
those swollen, pouting pussy lips still foremost in my mind.  As I left the
men's room I could see down the front of my jeans where my swollen cock
pushed them away from my stomach.  As I thought about my plan my cock grew
longer and fuller.  The full purple head stuck out like some sort of
creature trying to escape from my jeans!

   She was still there.  I pulled a book off the shelf to cover my growing
dick and moved towards her.  Every step closer was making my heart beat
faster and my cock grow longer.  She had wandered away from hubby and was
all alone looking through some erotica.  (I love seeing sexy women reading
smut!  It makes me think all's right with the world!) I held the book in
front of my bulging erection, which was growing as I approached.  She was
very interested in the story she was reading, she inhaled deeply raising
those full tits beneath her top.  Her eyes were saucers and she clutched
her hand in a fist between her tits.  My heart was pounding out of control
as I watched this sexy angel and I moved in close and touched her bare arm.
Her skin was like warm satin.  I ran my fingers up her arm enjoying the
sensation.



   "What?" she said.  Then turning she saw it was me and her guard went
down.  "ooooh!  It's you..." she quietly stated.



   Her face was even lovelier up close.  When I saw her walk in I thought
perhaps she was in her early 30s.  Now I placed her at mid forties.  Age
had etched subtle, remarkable lines around her eyes and experience had
sculpted an unmatched beauty to her features.  I now felt way out of my
league, but still, on I pressed.  "Hello." I swallowed hard and continued
quietly, "I wanted to talk to you.  I'm very concerned about something you
just did." I was poker faced and stern.



   "Oh my," she whispered a little hoarsely.  "What have I done?"



   "Well, you created a situation here today." I lowered the book exposing
my cock.  It stood proudly up above the waistband of my jeans even harder
than it was when I began talking with her.  Its swollen purple head
throbbed with my heartbeat.  My brain ached from all the blood rushing in
and out of it.  This could get me arrested and possibly even slapped!  But
it didn't matter!  The ride had begun.



   She looked at me as lovingly as if I had just presented her with a
bouquet of roses!  Her fingertips went to her mouth in coquettish delight.
"Did I really do THAT to you?" she whispered.  Her hand reached out as if
to take what I offered.  As her hand approached, my cock strained out to
greet it.  Before she could actually make contact she giggled and looked
around the shop.



   "Oh God yes...  you sexy thing!" I hissed, "You're quite wonderful to
look at, but you know that don't you?"



   "oh, you're very sweet to say that." Her hand still hovered towards my
dick head as if she didn't quite know what to do.  Truthfully I didn't know
what I wanted to do either!  Pushing down my pockets with my thumbs allowed
my cock to stretch free a bit more.  It was a glorious feeling to expose my
stiff and hungry cock to this wonderful, sexy lady.



   I inhaled and felt my heartbeat pound "Mmmmm," I glanced over at her
husband who was a dozen yards away.  "Just watching the way you move in
that outfit made me hard!  Standing this close and letting you see what
you've done to me is making harder.  Making me want to touch you...  to
taste you..." I glanced into her eyes, "...to fuck you." I gripped a
bookshelf on each side of me to steady myself.  My Cock hung there in
midair slightly growing towards her outstretched hand.  "You must know what
you're doing to all us poor men dressing up that sexy body like that? 
Showing all that sexy skin?  Those legs that rise up to your magnificent
ass!  You're making our cocks want to crow!" I joked quietly.  My teeth
were grinding and my hips were pulsing towards her, wishing she would reach
out a little further and grab hold of my straining dick.



   He eyes were glued to my cock head, when suddenly my own fingers took on
some initiative.  I reached down and popped one of the buttons on my jeans.
The thick veined shaft lurched towards her.  She jumped a little in
excitement and her smile grew ear to ear.  Seeing her reaction I popped
more of the buttons leaving my fly open and my cock hanging obscenely out
of my pants.  With each beat of my heart my cock danced and grew.

   Her face flushed red and goose bumps rose all along her arms.  As she
reached out and lightly wrapped her fingers around my growing shaft!  I saw
her nipples straining against the cotton, trying to force through the mesh
sweater.  Her soft thin fingers felt electrified as she touched me, held me
and squeezed.  My ears were filled with the rush of blood coursing through
my system.



   "ohhhh, shiiiit!" she whispered barely audible.  "Fuck!  What are you
doing!" she said quietly staring down at my dick still growing in her
slowly moving hand.  "What a nice piece of meat..." Her eyes locked on mine
looking for instruction.



   Seeing her husband at some distance, his head buried in the works of a
financial Pop-Guru, I popped the rest of the buttons open and pulled my
balls out.  Then I quickly buttoned the top two fly buttons.  My cock was
snuggly secured outside of my jeans.  It had never been so hard or so fully
exposed like this in the store!  It jumped in her hand as she began pumping
it slowly back and forth between us.  I reached behind her and cupped her
ass, that wonderful ass.  It was supple and I wanted to bite it.  My
fingers began to explore the crevices and curves between her ass cheeks.  I
barely heard her words, "...oh gawd, he's right over THERE!  ...you
sssssluuut..." Was she talking to herself or to me?

   She circled around behind me and reached around, continuing to pump my
shaft.  Her knees buckled a bit and her body bent forward collapsing onto
my back.  She whispered into my ear "it fits my hand so nicely, like my
favorite pistol!" She raked her full red fingernails lightly along the
surface of my cock and I felt my cum boiling down deep inside.  She let go
and moved around in front of me.  Standing a few feet in front of me she
gave me a sideways look then dropped to a crouch, as if to find a book on
the lower shelves.  Her devilish smile cracked into a grin as she curled a
finger for me to step closer.

   I stepped forward, my cock bouncing, straining for her as it throbbed a
few inches in front of her mouth.

   One hand wrapped around the length of me and held me tightly as the
other went beneath her skirt and began rubbing in a frenzy.  "God this is
so ...erotic!" She looked me in the eye.  She whispered low and deep, her
teeth nearly clenched shut, "I want to ...suck on it!  Can I do that?  Can
I suck on it?" Her face was beet red as she hissed these words at me. 
"Would you like that?  These lips wrapped around your meat?"

   She brought her open mouth closer and closer to the head of my cock.  I
could feel her hot breath and I nearly came right there all over her pretty
face, but I shook it off like a bad pitching suggestion.

   I was staring down at this lovely creature before me as she panted for
breath, her chest heaving.  "Oh god yes!  Suck me off!" I whispered.  My
eyes searched for her husband.

   Her soft little tongue darted out and licked a drop of clear fluid off
the tip of my cock.

   That's when I noticed the wedding ring on her hand, the same hand
jacking my cock to heaven.

   She saw it too and suddenly her eyes grew wide with fear as she stood up
and released my cock.  Her head shaking no, she pulled her skirt back in
place and moved away with her whole body shaking.



   I quickly stuffed as much of my leaking, throbbing, frustrated cock back
in my jeans and scurried off to the bathroom to straighten up my clothes to
a presentable state.



   As I left the men's room again I saw her staring at me with an "I'm so
sorry" look on her face.  Sure it was fucked up, but I held no resentment,
hell she flashed me, gave me a fantastic hand job and licked the tip of my
drooling cock.  All the while we were standing a short distance away from
her husband!  So how could I be mad that she couldn't take that final step?
I was frustrated, but I couldn't stop smiling!



   They moved towards the cash register to pay and I rang the man up
quickly, my eyes never leaving his luscious wife.  As her husband gathered
the few books he bought and sat down to read them she drew closer.  I moved
to a remote part of the shop and she followed.



   I stood shelving books and she curled up behind me her hands on my
stomach.  Her voice was a desperate whisper.  "I'm so sorry sweet man! 
Please don't hate me for being a tease.  It was too much for me to deal
with today."



   "Sweet thing, you don't have to do anything you don't want to!  You come
back anytime!  You're already my favorite customer." I gave her a quick
peck on the cheek, "You are such a sexy little sweetie!"



   She stared at her feet and then smiled up at me.  "I'd like to come
back. Maybe if...  if I left something here, I'd HAVE to come back, just
to...  well, to talk, or ...something ...maybe?" She was squirming.



   "Leave something huh?  Well what might you be likely to leave here that
you might want back?"



   She bent down.  Her fingers slowly pulled her skirt to her waist.  I
watched as her smooth fabric covered slit came back into view.  Long smooth
legs stretched beneath her, away from her beautiful pussy.  Dexterous
fingers snagged her pink thong panties and slid them around her ass, that
perfect ass...  and down her firm thighs.  She stood and let them fall to
her feet leaving her smooth shaved slit exposed to my view.  She quickly
straightened her skirt when suddenly her husband was at her side.

   "Honey, ya ready to go?" he mumbled, his face buried in a business book.

   She stared at me wide eyed in alarm.  Her pink thong was down around her
ankles.  "Sure am!" She casually stepped quickly out of them and
miraculously they didn't catch on her heels.

   He walked ahead of her towards the door while she lagged behind to say a
few words, "Sir you truly have such a...  lovely...place.  So hard...  So
much to chew through!  Oh, all the great...  items here.  I'm sure I'll be
back.  I saw a few things I really...  really want to...  get my hands on.
Thank you...  again!"

   Her husband gave her a quizzical look, "What's that all about?" he
asked.

   "Oh, I was just thinking it would be fun to come back and do some,
some...  shopping around!" -and with that she was gone.

   Amazing...  I don't even know her name.  But I think the pair of damp
panties is enough to hold me over `til I can track her down through her
husband's sales ticket!

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