the lowest shelf, and he was looking down my dress at my tits.” My erection,
noticbly 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
…End of the part4. To be continued..