Needing some new shirts and slacks I go to the mall to do a little shopping. While I’m there browsing in one of the stores I happen to notice you. I’m fascinated by your curves and find myself wanting to squeeze your fanny. But fully aware that it’s all just a lustful fantasy I turn and continue shopping. It isn’t long before I notice you again. Then again a few minutes later. At one point we end up walking toward each other. The aisles are a bit tight and as we pass the back of our hands brush together. I turn and apologize for being so clumsy and you smile and tell me it’s ok. We occasionally see each other again as we shop. Each time we smile as if it’s some kind of karma thing. I begin wonder if you think I’m a stalker. You look like you’re in college and I’m almost old enough to be your dad so I try to act as indifferent as I can. But I find myself still sneaking a look. Your eyes and smile are captivating. I find myself more and more sexually attracted to you. I try to shake it off because I really am feeling like a perverted stalker.

I see you shopping in the ladies jeans area so intentionally I pass by as you’re hold up a pair, with bling on the pockets, against you. You see me and ask… do you think they look ok or is it too much. I wink and tell you that you’ll never know until you try them on, and you just might like what you see. You smile and say, “You’re right!” So you gather them up and head off to the dressing room. You motion for me to follow you, “You have to tell me how they look.” So I oblige and follow you. I’m completely mesmerized by your form and how you move. Those CFM heels, snug pants and tank top make you look so sexy and sensual. My mind wanders through forbidden fantasies about you as I wait outside of the dressing room and it isn’t long before you pop out and ask,” Well? How do they look?” as you turn around. Trying to maintain my “cool” I tell you,”Stunning!” You make them look amazing. You look at me suspiciously but still pleased,”Think so do ya?”. “Um… Yes ma’am I’m a pretty good judge of these things.” I couldn’t believe I just said “ma’am” to you. But I wanted to be polite. You smile and turn around again then say, “Well, since you’re such an expert I guess I’ll get them.