Message-ID: <4117eli$9709140228@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Sugar N Spice" X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: M1ke Hunt is the Greatest writer in the world Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19970912225759.6635.qmail@hotmail.com> Once Upon a Time I was at the mall with a mission. I'd seen an ad for a Victoria's Secret sale, and had to pick up a few items. It was close to closing time, and when I got there, the store was practically deserted. There were several saleswomen standing around straightening tables and racks. A young couple stood over at a table covered with tiny thongs and panties, pawing through the lingerie and giggling self-consciously... I went to the back part of the store and approached a rack with a 50% off sign on top...I slowly browsed the items of lace and silk and satin. I hadn't even noticed the gentleman in the corner...an attractive man in jeans and t-shirt and a NY Yankees baseball cap. He was thumbing through a rack of bras with wild animal prints and floral designs. I felt self conscious...yet he didn't seem embarrassed to be alone in a lingerie store...and I found myself wondering about the woman he was buying for. I was amazed that no saleswoman had pounced on him yet. He was sooo cute... He turned and glanced over at me and I quickly went back to my browsing--not wanting to be caught staring. When I surreptitiously glanced back up, he was looking at me. I smiled...and then laughed....busted! That was how I felt. Oh well...so much for sly. No longer shy, I held up a white bra over my t-shirt and gave him an expression as if to say, "So, whaddya think?" He gave an appraising glance and a slightly tilted nod as if to say, "Not bad....not bad." I picked out another...this one in a teal color with black lace trim."This one?" His eyebrows raised...."Yesss...nice..." he seemed to say. I motioned to his rack..."What have you got to offer?" He turned back to his rack and picked out a wild black and gold leopard print. He held it up to his chest...."Well?" "Oh...dahhhling.....it's YOU!" I said, in my most convincing ZsaZsa voice. "No...for you...." he said as he walked towards me. "Oh, I've never thought of myself as a jungle-mama", I laughed. And then... I felt a tingle.... A sense of adventure and daring... Something about this guy was really turning me on... I snatched the little hanger with the leopard print out of his hand and then grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the dressing rooms. I felt something like low voltage thrum through my hand where he touched me. I told him to stand right there...do not move....and entered the dressing room. Oh my god, Ellen....what are you doing? I asked myself over and over... This is nuts... He's married....He looks married. Heck, I'm married...Who cares? I'll never see this guy again...and besides...he's soooo cute... So, quickly pulling my tee over my head, and removing my bra, I hooked up the leopard print, adjusted the straps, did a quick little tug to get the right effect so my breasts would swell deliciously out of the cups...smoothing the cups and turning this way and that....sucking in the tummy to emphasize the boobs...not bad...not bad for an older gal.. I opened the door a crack. He was still there....Oh my god...the butterflies in my tummy started turning into birds...big birds...chickens maybe...yeah..I was starting to chicken out...braaack braaack braaack....Deep breath... and I opened the door. "Well?" I turned and modeled. Letting him see his selection in all it's glory. I bent over, letting him experience the cleavage enhancement of this wonderful piece of fabric. I ran my hands over the lace trim...like one of those Price Is Right models showing off an appliance. I cupped my breasts in my hands...feeling the weight of them there...and then ran my thumbs across my hardening nipples. I felt wicked....and exotic....and excited. The look on this guy's face was just the reaction I'd hoped for. And more. I glanced at his fly...and could tell that my excitement was contagious. "You like?" I asked with a touch of naughtiness. "Hhhhhhhhhh", was all he could respond. I reached out for his hand...one part of me wanted to pull him into my dressing room and attack him and have my way with him for about an hour or so...but... but... but. Instead, I placed his hand on one breast, letting him feel the satiny smoothness...and reaching behind me, I unhooked the bra and let the straps slide off my shoulders. I backed into the dressing room leaving the now empty bra in his hand as I closed the door, leaving him standing outside the dressing room. I slowly re-dressed, feeling almost embarrassed at what I'd just done. After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. My heart caught in my throat. Then a woman's voice said, "Ma'am? We're closing in five minutes." I came out of the dressing room and looked around. The cute guy in the Yankees ball cap was nowhere to be seen. I was both relieved and disappointed. I picked out two bras and made my way up to the cashier without even bothering to try them on. ...I knew they'd fit and besides, it wouldn't have been as fun anyway. As I paid for my purchases, the cashier said, "Oh, the gentleman in the ball cap said to thank you for your assistance. He was able to decide which bra to get for his wife. He bought two...and wanted you to have one." I smiled. And then started laughing. And went home with three bras. Maybe I'm a jungle-mama after all. ********************************************************************************** Many thanks must go to man who inspired and encouraged me to submit this story....M1ke Hunt.....You're the greatest! The chickens are flapping their wings again...even as i click to send! ********************************************************************************** ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /