So, I finally decided that I do need to go shopping for some new underwear and socks. As much as I hate shopping for myself, I hate the idea of pulling my pants down for a woman, only for her to find old, tattered underwear and socks with holes everywhere!
The largest department store in town is at the mall, so I drive down, park up and head off towards the elevator which takes you up to the shops... I am sure I will find suitable stock of underwear and socks here. Although shopping does not feature very high up on my list of things to do on a lazy Saturday afternoon.
What I do find extremely enjoyable is seeing all these women walking up and down the aisles, holding up their desired garment to their bodies, striking that 'I wanna buy it but can't be bothered to try it' pose. The way they put one foot forward, stick their hip out and realize the garment doesn't look quite right so they swap their position by changing the foot they put forward and changing the hip they stuck out. The whole process I find quite a turn-on because I imagine them doing a catwalk for me with just the garment on they are looking at and nothing else.
If my thoughts were not turning me on enough, just a few steps up the escalator from me, I spot a sexy pair of legs, long legs; I love a woman with long legs! Images I have of what I would do if alone with such a woman makes my skin tingle with excitement. I imagine taking my tongue for a long slow walk along that path, from the toes, along the bridge of the foot, past the ankle, up the shin, across the knee, up the thighs, and into the in-betweens – a place I love to take a long, wet break.
The girl has her back to me but I am guessing she is on the younger side. it's just the way she seems to be carrying herself and flicking her hair from one side to the other. Based on her legs, her shapely arse and her delicate back, and her long and black shiny hair, she looks sexy as fuck from the rear. I continue looking at her for the rest of the climb and once off, follow her.
We continue walking for a few minutes until I spot the department store, and she walks right in. I feel something stir inside me which has been dormant for days, the deep desire to fuck, and I follow her in. I don't know what I am doing but I know the animal in me is waking up good and proper. I continue spying on her, watching her bend, watching her slender hands feeling the garments, watching her, and wishing she was doing the show for me.
After walking around, she stops in one of the aisles and I walk past her to get a closer look. Her face and complexion suggest mixed race, and this is confirmed by her exotic facial contours. Her nose is a cute, sharp-bridged protrusion and her lips are full and coloured matt-red. Damn, they are so fucking kissable.
Lips. The concept of lips is one which always takes me on a ride of sexual imagery. Looking at a pair of sexy lips automatically brings images of the other amazing lips God blessed woman-kind with. My sexual organs are coming to life and just adding to my sexual arousal. She picks up a red see-through blouse and that's when I realize that I want her wearing that blouse, while I am standing behind her with my trousers and my new underpants around my ankles, sliding my hard cock inside her soft, warm pussy. The image clearly pleases Mr Dicky Dick because he raises his head in agreement!
As I stand there gazing at her dreamily, imagining her undressing to try the top on, she looks up and notices me. I suddenly rejoin Planet Earth, and turn my attention to the nearest garment I can lay my hands on, a pair of jeggings, and start to examine the label as if something unhealthy has been added to the material! I am acutely aware of how suspect I must look so I raise my head to look in her direction and she is just standing there, looking at me with the sexiest grinning smile I have seen all week.
"You look kinda lost in those jeggings," and she giggles a sweet, sexy laugh.
"Yeah... err... I'm... looking for a pair of these for my sister, because, she asked me to," and I just look back down at the jeggings, feeling like an absolute fool. 'What a fucking loser response,' I think to myself.
"That's a mighty trusting sister you have there, trusting you to pick out one of the most important components of an outfit. Leggings have to fit so well, so tight, because we like to show off our figure – well, I do!" and she slowly walks towards me. "They can't be too tight, but not too loose, just right in all the right places," and she stops right in front of me.
That's when I realise that my bulge is now protruding significantly. "If I was a betting woman, I'd say you are not here for any item of clothing, and in fact, you have been following me for a while. I just hope you aren't going try and be all macho and try to ask for my number or a date!" she says quietly. Then, she comes up even closer and leans in, her lips literally inches away from my ear and whispers "But, I can already see that your mind is somewhat preoccupied with other thoughts, perhaps!"