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’s 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,
…End of the part5. To be continued..