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Week Four
Her skirt was lifted above her waist and lay bunched up across her belly. Her legs were splayed apart -- the right leg thrown across to the passenger side of the car and the left foot pushing hard against the floor board next to the brake pedal. Her high heels were thrown into the back seat. She wore no panties.
Lexi clenched her midsection tightly, pulling her shoulders forward and arching her body inward. Her breathing had become almost frantic, a series of short and irregular pants. A moment earlier she had been nervously scanning the dimly lit parking lot, making sure that no one could see her. But as the warm tingling sensations began signaling the first tremor of her climax Lexi's eyes were closed tightly and her head was pushed back heavily into the headrest. One hand was buried tightly between her legs, with two fingers frantically pulling her exposed clit into tight circular motions. The other hand gripped tightly to the steering wheel as she gasped loudly. Her body shuddered and she released a long uneven whimper. Pressing her shoulders into the back of the seat and grunting deeply she lifted her bottom, pushing her sex upward against her frantic fingers. Her torso gyrated and convulsed in the faint glow of the dashboard lights as she rode the final waves of her powerful orgasm.
No one had seen her -- although it no longer seemed to matter. Nothing would have prevented this release. Lexi had never been more excited in her life. The slippery leather beneath her was more than adequate evidence. Readjusting her skirt, Lexi checked the time and turned off the ignition as she saw a man leaving the mall through the large orange door and heading in her direction.
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Week One
She bounced from shop to shop that Tuesday night, browsing more than actually buying. The rare weeknight trip to the local mall was a spur of the moment decision for Lexi. Feeling a bit bored at home, with perhaps a touch of depression, Lexi had picked up around the house, finished the sad novel she was reading, and could find nothing of interest on television. A new purchase, she thought - maybe a new pair of shoes, a swimsuit, or new jeans - would surely improve her mood.
The hour was late and the few shoppers remaining in the mall were heading in the opposite direction. Already toting a couple of bags, Lexi had one last store to visit -- a little dress shop located at the far end of the mall. The store featured the usual wares for young women, most of which were presumably made for bone-skinny sixteen year-olds or storefront mannequins.
Lexi had just turned 35 and despite her commitment to physical fitness she was already finding it harder each year to maintain her youthful figure. But contrary to her self-criticism, she knew the hard work spent in the gym was still very much paying off. At five foot five inches tall, Lexi was well-toned and presented a sexy, and youthful, figure. She was also quite pretty, "too pretty", her friends would tell her, "to be unattached". With shoulder-length wavy Auburn hair and almond shaped brown-green eyes, Lexi was routinely noticed by men. But after eight years in a failing marriage Lexi had resigned herself to accepting her Facebook status of "Single", quietly waiting for Mr. Right to magically swoop in and steal her heart.
An announcement could be heard ringing throughout the stores asking shoppers to finish their checkout as the mall was getting ready to close in fifteen minutes. As none of the dresses in particular had caught her attention Lexi was preparing to leave the store when she first caught sight of him.
He emerged from a back room and moved through the aisles carrying a large stack of dresses. She would come to know him only as his nametag revealed - Arri. He was a tall, older man with a dark complexion, perhaps in his mid-fifties. He had a Mediterranean look -- with warm, dark eyes, and thick, dark hair with just a hint of grey around the temples. Lexi immediately found him stunningly attractive. The man, who it seemed had not noticed her, was the only employee in the small store. It was at this point that Lexi also realized she was the only customer.
The unexpected pleasure of spotting this incredibly handsome salesman, in a ladies clothing store, no less, sent nervous tingles through Lexi, and her readiness to leave the store was put on hold. Instead, she spent the next several minutes pretending to look through the racks of clothing while stealing glimpses of this stunning Adonis as he carried out his chores. The man was dressed professionally with a sharp necktie adorning a well-pressed (and presumably expensive) yellow buttoned-down shirt. The shirt fit just well enough to reveal broad shoulders and a powerful frame.
Lexi remained motionless and watched for several minutes as he stood on a small step-stool, his large and strong hands reaching to tag and hang several garments on the upper rack in an adjacent aisle. She quietly wandered to a better (and closer) vantage point to improve her view. His tailored brown pants fit exquisitely, and revealed an unmistakable athletic build. All of this set upon buffed Italian shoes - he was immaculate in appearance. Lexi fixated on his tight backside as he continued to re-arrange several items on the rack. She was enthralled.
"Can I help you find anything, miss?" The man never turned away from his work as he spoke.
The sudden deep voice and the unexpected challenge startled Lexi, and instantly broke her trance. The words felt as much like an accusation as a question -- as though he knew she had been looking at him. The sudden interaction had also left her without much of a response.
"Uhh... no, thank you, I'm just leaving."
The man finally turned and, with a raised eyebrow, offered Lexi a sly smile. "Stop in again when you have more time to look." He paused for a few seconds and then continued. "Have a nice evening."
Lexi could feel the burning redness in her face as she turned to leave the store. She was obviously embarrassed, and at the same time completely overwhelmed by his dripping masculinity and his powerful presence. Exiting the store she stopped and glanced in through the storefront window for one last look. The man was still in the same position, still smiling, and still looking knowingly at her. "My God", Lexi thought to herself, "did he watch me walk all way the out?"
Exiting the mall Lexi questioned the intent of the man's words. "Was he merely offering me help? Or was he acknowledging that I was staring?" She felt busted. Or worse, she felt like a little girl - as though she was an adolescent teen being called on by a gorgeously handsome teacher. Awestruck, was the word. It was an unexpected and powerful moment that produced a rush of feelings she hadn't experienced in years. His powerful and controlling demeanor left her with a surprising (and somehow pleasant) sense of vulnerability. She left the mall in a bit of a fog that night, embarrassed for wantonly staring, and yet consumed with lust for this gorgeous man.
After such a brief (and seemingly innocuous) encounter Lexi couldn't quite explain her attraction. Maybe it was just her loneliness prompting her enticement, but it was clearly there -- a strange curiosity and a beguiling lure. Unable to sleep, she ended the night turning to an old friend she hadn't seen in months, her vibrator.
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Visions of the strong salesman remained with Lexi throughout the week. She found herself occasionally daydreaming at work, picturing "her man-hunk" managing the dress store for her own personal amusement -- posing and flexing for her approval as he tended the merchandise as she desired. She remembered the image of his strong hands, and fantasized about seeing his dark fingers wandering over her fair skin. She warmed at the thought of "accidentally" brushing against his tight backside trying to move by him in the crowded store. Or perhaps she could steal something from the racks so that he would chase after her and take her to the back room for a thorough punishing.
