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Mystery Flasher (first story, exhib)
by Phloighd (jroot@netunlimited.net)
*
"Hi," she said.
I looked up. She was leaning onto the information desk at the
record and book store where I worked, and she smiled the perfect
smile that beautiful women do so well. Though it was late and I
was a bit tired, I immediately slipped into "helpful employee"
mode (trying not to enter "helpful employee staring at gorgeous
babe" mode, at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I stood up from
where I'd been hunting for a pen under the table, and tried to
look helpful.
"What's your name?" she asked in a bright voice. Not a question
I'd gotten before, and it threw me a bit.
"Jack," I answered after a second. "What can I do for you?"
She looked down. "Oh, nothing," she said, flashing her eyes back
at me momentarily, before pushing back off the desk, turning to
look at the bestseller display. "What's popular this week?"
You, I'm sure, are popular with everybody, I thought. I let my
gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a real pervert at
work. The other guys I work with can get pretty raunchy, but I had
only recently become a real woman watcher, and this job had let me
do that quite a bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore
no underwear; my coworkers and I had fallen over each other
waiting for her to bend over the racks again.
This girl, however, was a true beauty. I'm a sucker for a pretty
face, and hers had stunned me into near speechlessness: full red
lips, deep green eyes and short dark red hair. Now my gaze
traveled over her figure, slim at the waist flowing smoothly into
her hips, with a high, perfect ass --
"Well?" she said, turning slightly to look at me. I almost jumped
as my eyes jerked from her cheeks to her eyes, which drew me in as
she smiled and walked back to the desk.
She leaned forward. "Were you looking at me?" she asked in a low
voice. I had a great view of her breasts but I dared not look.
Think, think.
"Uh, yeah, I think you had something on your back. Here, turn
around." She grinned and turned, and I brushed some imaginary
fluff from her lower back. "Some lint, or something. There, it's
gone. Let's see, what's popular... Spice Girls, of course, and
James Taylor, Celine Dion --"
"Those are crap," she offered. "All that's good now is fuck
tunes."
"Well, yeah," I stammered, "there's lots of good R&B stuff out
now, like Maxwell and D'Angelo --"
"That's what I like, stuff like that." She looked around. "Are
you all by yourself back here?"
I shrugged. "Pretty much. We're short-staffed, and only have a
few people to watch this big place. Everybody else is working in
books."
"Hmmmmmm." She turned back to look at the displays. It could have
been my imagination, but she seemed to stand so I would have a
great view of her incredible body. The bra she wore was slightly
too small, causing her breasts to bulge slightly in the blue t-
shirt. The plaid skirt lifted and fell as she moved, short enough
to show off her tanned legs. I was sure I was making a puddle of
drool on the desk as I stood gazing at her. Maybe old enough to be
a college freshman, maybe not. Did it matter? On the silk sheets
in the bed of my heart, age didn't (and doesn't) matter much to
me, and the possibility of anything happening was pretty slim.
My stupor was interrupted again as she turned back to me and
strode back to the desk. She perched in the same position as
before, giving me a teasing glimpse. "You were looking at me the
other night, too, when I was here with my friends," she said in a
conspiratorial whisper. Then I remembered seeing her, dressed in a
similarly stunning green cotton sundress, with some other gorgeous
young lasses. My buddy Rob had moaned at his inability to run into
such beauties anywhere but work as I'd covertly gawked. Not as
covertly as I'd thought, obviously. "Weren't you?" She was staring
at me mischievously.
"Uhm..."
She narrowed her eyes and smiled ever so slightly. "Guys stare,
it's what guys do when they see something they like, right?
Believe me, I know..." She was looking me straight in the eye, and
I felt like a bug on a windshield.
But I bit the bullet; what the hell. "Yes, I was looking. You
are..." I groped for a word as her smile widened. "...very
pretty."
Her eyes widened. "Pretty? Well, thank you, Jack. You're not too
bad yourself." She turned again and bent over at the waist,
reaching for something on the ground. My gaze was traveling up her
legs when I caught her looking at me and grinning.
"Yes, you're very pretty." I was totally losing my grip, and I
started babbling. "Yeah, I remember you and your friends... Me and
my coworker were looking at all of you, but I was mostly looking
at you."
She straightened and resumed her perch. "Uh huh. Don't you think
it's, like, wrong to look at women that way? We're not objects,
you know." Her smile was so fetching, a beauty to behold. Some
women turn and hide their grins, and some are more bold, but she
took the cake. Her smile was a tiger trap I would have gladly put
my head into.
I frowned. "True, true. But sometimes you ladies seem to want us
to look, right? Like you said, you know when guys stare at you.
Obviously you like it."
"Uh huh. I do like it. I like it a lot." She squirmed a bit,
rubbing her legs together. "Sometimes I think I like it too
much..."
Mimicking her pose on the desk, I bent forward and matched her
conspiratorial tone. "What do you mean?"
"Well..." She bit her lip. "Sometimes when I get guys to look at
me, I get really turned on..." She paused. I didn't say a word.
"Sometimes I can't wait to touch myself. I mean, I can't wait
until I get home... Sometimes I find a place where I can get away
with it, and go ahead and do it."
"...Like where?" I prodded.
"Well, like the other night when my girlfriends and I were
here... This
older guy was near me in a row of books, and he was holding this
book like he was reading it, but really he was looking at me... I
was squatting down to look at the lowest shelf, and he was looking
down my dress at my tits."
My erection, noticeably pushing against the front of my pants,
pulsed at her words. I bent over further, hoping to disguise the
bulge, but she couldn't see from where she was and continued.
"So, he's doing this pathetic job of pretending to read, I mean
really staring, and I glance over and see his dick get hard. I
mean, he was really showing. So I stood up and made to go by him,
and I 'accidentally' brushed my hand against his crotch. I looked
up at him really sweetly and said I was so sorry, and he
practically bolted. I mean, I got this old fart all hot and
bothered --" She squirmed again. "--and that got *me* hot and
bothered."
She stood up and moved away from the desk a bit. "All he wanted,
right then, was to lift my dress...or this skirt..." She paused as
she touched the hem of her skirt. My eyes were glued to her
fingers as she lifted it slightly. "...rip off my panties..." I
could see the barest hint of white panties. "...and fuck the shit
out of me."
I bit my lip. My dick was a steel rod, poking painfully into the
front of the desk. My brain wasn't taking any calls, and my eyes
were glued to the gorgeous woman exposing herself.
Suddenly she dropped the skirt and grinned. "I'll be right back,"
she blurted. She turned and walked quickly towards the restrooms.
Realizing my mouth was open, I closed it and shook myself. What
the hell was going on here? Surely this couldn't be legit. Was
this some bizarre trick by management to get me fired? Was this
some weird setup by my roommate to get a laugh?
Thinking fast, I dialed my buddy Jeff, stationed at the other
information desk across the store. When he answered I spoke fast.
"Did you see that gorgeous redhead in the blue shirt and plaid
skirt?"
"No, I didn't... Where is she?"
Wait a minute, my brain screamed. You want to share this with
someone 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 are 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."
"Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' aliiiiii, hiiii, ha-haiiiiiii, iiive,
haaa yehaa-aah!"
I put my head in my hands to try to escape Vaughn's Bee Gees
routine, and the round of stares and giggles it had brought from
the crowd of teenagers nearby. It was early Saturday evening, and
I was in for the long haul at the music section of the bookstore.
In no shape to deal with customers or my coworkers' insanities was
I; five-thirty and I *still* felt hung over, having put away most
of a bottle of Malibu at Lou's housewarming party the night
before. But I got no sympathy. Customers seemed to speak louder
than necessary on purpose, as if they knew my pain and wanted to
torment me. My new coworker, Vaughn, I had no question about; he
definitely wanted to torment me. Ever since he discovered the
"Saturday Night Fever" soundtrack in our "in-store play" pile,
he'd blast it at every opportunity.
"Hi, Jack." I looked between my fingers to see a dark, long-haired
beauty looking over her shoulder at me. I had no idea who she was,
but she looked ultra-fine. Her jean shorts were rolled halfway up
her calf, exposing long, tanned legs. The vest she wore over the
small green T-shirt was short and sexy. A second later when my
eyes reached her face, she grinned and started walking away. With
a start I realized it was her, the girl who'd freaked the hell out
of me three weeks ago. That face had been grafted onto my memory!
Despite the long black hair, I was sure it was her. She must have
been wearing a wig, but it looked very real. Not a few men gazed
at her as she sashayed towards the art section, possibly noting as
I had that she probably wasn't wearing panties. I couldn't see her
face but I knew she was still grinning, knowing exactly what that
walk did to guys like me. Folks who can appreciate beauty, yeah,
that's it.
"Jeez, man, where do you know her from?" Vaughn poked me.
"She's a customer, you pervert." He was caught in mid-twirl,
twisted around to look at my mysterious playmate. "Damn, Vaughn,
put your tongue back in your mouth, wouldja? You're gonna get
caught looking one day."
"Yeah, you will too, homes. You're worse than me. What about that
Indian girl, the other night, what was her name --"
"Riva," I said absently as I continued to watch my temptress in
disguise as she asked another coworker to retrieve a book from the
overstock bins above the shelves. Somehow I knew she was leaning
forward a bit, waiting for him to glance downwards.
"Yeah, Riva, or something, the one who got you to wrap all those
books for her, individually, in different kinds of paper, 'cause
she said you have great hair... Yer a sucker for a pretty face,
dude. She was fine, though."
"Uh huh, shoor was," I repeated, eyeing the perfect way her
asscheeks bulged oh-so-slightly, thinking of how they'd feel in my
hands --
"Sir, excuse me, could you point out the Contemporary Christian
section?" I bit the inside of my cheek hard to regain focus, and
proceeded to find Andy Griffith's "Heaven's Over That Way, Stupid"
or whathaveyou for another of the masses. Let someone else get
theirs, I figured, she'll be back or she won't. Besides, not much
could happen; I was supposed to be making sure that no heavy
metal, rap or Judy Garland discs walked out the door, and it was
doubtful she'd flash her bare breasts on a crowded Saturday night.
Still, as I led customers through the store to find their Bach or
B-52's I'd catch a glimpse of her, usually talking to some older
male with a half-smile on dark red lips.
The crowd gradually thinned and grew as the hours passed. Shortly
before eight I announced the concert in the cafe, "Roughneck Susie
and her Cacaphonous Cajuns," with as much of a straight face as I
could muster. As I was winding up I caught sight of her, walking
towards me with a big smile.
"...That's in fifteen minutes, folks, in our cafe." When she
leaned against the desk I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. "We'll
see both of your, uhm, we'll see you there!" I blurted, slamming
down the phone without hitting the release key, making a loud
click-thump over the intercom. She burst out laughing, turned and
walked away quickly.
I was torn between diving for cover and watching her leave when
laughter behind me caught my attention. Danni was giggling as she
bounced to the desk. "I know exactly what happened to you," she
grinned, poking me.
Danni was a new coworker in books, short, full of energy, gay, and
cute. From comments that she'd made I judged we had the same
tastes in women. "You saw her, didn't you?"
"Who?" I said innocently. "Your great-grandmother looking at the
gay video guides?"
She poked me again. "No, dummy, the girl in the vest. She's in
here a lot. She's wearing a wig. I've seen her tease men all the
time."
"Yeah? What does she do?" I attempted to catch sight of her again
with no avail.
"Her usual thing is to wear sexy clothes, but one time I saw her
brush her tits against some guy's back as she went around him.
She's pretty hot, eh?" Danni babbled quietly. "Usually she's with
some friends, but I think she's here alone tonight. I saw her come
in when I had a smoke. I wish I had legs like that, either on me
or around me --"
"Okay, enough," I said as my dick began to bulge in my jeans. "I
got work to do, here, you lazy girl." I tried to sound menacing as
I picked up some discs to shelve, but she was still laughing as
she walked away.
"Try to control yourself," she whispered just before a customer
asked her for help. Though I began to work diligently, the image
of Danni and my temptress making out kept flashing into my
thoughts. My embarrassing erection was difficult to disguise;
keeping a basketful of music to shelve at my waist, I kept
returning to the desk to get more CD's so as not to reveal my
condition. Vaughn stayed at the desk to help customers, and
glanced over at me periodically to wonder why I was working so
hard.
Suddenly I turned to find her standing in front of me, looking
flushed. She leaned in close. "Take a break. Now. Go out and get
in the blue microbus. Quick." Without waiting for my reaction she
began to almost run for the front door.
I returned to the desk and dropped the basket on the floor. "I'm
taking a break, Vaughn," I said, as he fooled around with the
computer. He nodded and I made my way to the front door as quickly
and inconspicuously as possible, hoping my supervisor wouldn't
notice me taking my third smoke break.
The VW, an old yellow microbus that showed its age, was on the
side of the building in a long row of cars. I glanced around, then
walked to its door. It was locked, and I saw no one inside, but
the door opened. She leaned out and dragged me into the backseat,
then closed the door.
She scooted in beside me, then lay backwards. She'd taken off her
shorts, and I took in the musky sent of her sex. With one leg she
pushed me against the far wall, the other thrown wide into the
front seat. Her hands moved to her engorged lips and pushed in and
out with a slurping noise. She writhed on the seat and moaned.
"Your little screw up got me all crazy," she gasped, rubbing her
clit with one hand and grabbing her breast with the other. "Suck
my cunt, Jack, make me come on your face. Suck it now," she
moaned.
I pushed her leg aside and dove in, sucking both lips into my
mouth with abandon. I love eating pussy, and hers tasted sweet. I
realized that the taste was actually mingled with honey, and I
glanced to her side to see a small squirt bottle of it. I groaned
and lapped at her. She moaned louder, and louder still as I thrust
my tongue in and out of her. She was soaking wet, and I lapped up
her juices with loving care.
"God that feels good, it's so good, does it taste good Jack?"
"Mmmphsquisite," I agreed, nibbling on her clit gently before
sucking it and rolling my tongue around it. Her hands went to my
head, holding me firmly at her crotch as she ground against me.
"I've been turned on for hours, watching guys get all horny
looking at my ass, at my tits..."
"These tits here?" I inquired, grabbing her breasts firmly through
her shirt before returning to flick at her clit.
"Oh yeah, you naughty boy, those tits there have been stared at
all night, making my nipples hard..." I continued to suck her clit
but began moving my thumbs gently across her nipples, which were
very hard. She jerked her head, making the wig fall out of place.
"This one kid has been following me around all night," she
murmured as she twisted her head back and forth. "He's not even
fourteen, but he knows enough to lust after a hot piece of ass...
His cock got all hard when I'd squat to look at a book, he'd get
behind me and watch my ass..." I brought my hands back to her
crotch. As I pressed my thumb against her sphincter I pushed two
fingers into her dripping pussy with ease, which elicited a sharp
gasp.
"I bet you wanted to push me over the desk and fuck me hard right
in front of everybody, Jack, and I might have let you, I'm so
hot," she continued, her voice rising steadily. "All night all
I've been thinking about is dragging you back here to suck my wet
pussy just, like, that, oh, Jack, don't, stop, just, like, that,
oh," she gasped as the steady rhythm brought her off, shaking the
van and screaming like a banshee. She pushed my face into her
pussy, rubbing her juices all over my face. Her pussy clenched
around my fingers as she peaked. Finally she released the death
grip on my hair and sighed, grinning.
As she died down I realized how horribly vulnerable I was, that if
I was caught I'd surely be fired, but that I didn't care. But my
reverie was broken when she lifted me up, grabbed her shorts from
the floor and yanked them on.
"I better get going, I'm gonna be late," she said nonchalantly.
I was flabbergasted. "That's it?" I said quietly. "You've got
somewhere to be?"
"Yeah, I've got a date," she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "We'll
have to do this again sometime," she said with a glance at me
before rooting on the floor for her keys.
"Yeah," I said. I was numb. The pulsing in my cock was echoing in
my brain like a car alarm.
She sat back and looked over at me innocently. "What's wrong,
Jack? Something bothering you?" She smiled. Suddenly I realized
the game she was playing, what she wanted me to do. At least I
hoped so, because I didn't want to piss her off if I was wrong.
But I forged ahead.
"I'll tell you what the problem is," I growled. I quickly grabbed
her shoulders and bent her over, pressing her face against my
crotch. "You feel that? You did that to me. Now you're gonna do
something about it." She rubbed her face on the front of my jeans,
against the lump of my cock. "I'm sure you know just what to do,
don't you?"
Unbuttoning my jeans, she pulled down the zipper and took out my
dick. She roughly jerked it and smiled up at me. "This what you
want?" she whispered, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. She
pulled my pants down further and cupped my balls, squeezing gently
as she continued to pull at my cock.
"No, that won't do," I murmured, taking her head in my hands and
guiding her lips to my shaft. Moaning she tongued the head with
quick swirling strokes before slowly sucking it in. "Yeah, that's
it, I want what every guy who saw you tonight wants, I want to
come down your throat and that's what you want too, isn't it, you
want me to shoot off in your mouth..."
She suddenly swooped down, taking it all in, and I grabbed her
hair to fuck her face in earnest. Moaning she began to suck harder
as I helped her increase the speed of her motions. As she squeezed
my balls I felt the orgasm hit me like a freight train; she began
sucking the cum from the head of my cock as she looked up at me,
and I was totally thrown into another level as my cock spurted
into her mouth. She swallowed repeatedly as I returned to earth,
finally sitting back to wipe at a corner of her mouth. Catching
some semen on one finger, she flicked it at me to land on my
cheek. I sat breathing hard, starting at her.
"You'll make me late, you naughty man." She yanked my pants back
up and pulled up the zipper. "I really do have a date."
"But... Let me take you out sometime," I blurted.
She smiled sweetly. "Maybe. But not tonight. This bus has gotta
roll, so move it, sucker." She opened the side door and began
pulling me out of my stupor.
"Okay... What's your phone number?" I babbled as I stumbled out
the door.
"Nuh-uh," she closed it and shook her head. "That comes later. You
did good, but there's more. We'll see how you hold up." She jumped
into the driver's seat and started the VW. With no fanfare at all
she pulled away just as I remembered something.
"Wait, what is your NAME?" I shouted, but she beeped the horn and
continued driving away.
I sighed, then remembered the cum on my face. Reaching up to wipe
it off, I spied Danni leaning against the wall having a cigarette.
She was grinning from ear to ear.
"I thought I told you to control yourself," she accused.
"How much did you hear?" I walked over to her.
She grinned even wider. "Enough to need to go spend some quality
time in the bathroom."