It’s a busy Saturday at your local Target. About 95 degrees outside in the middle of summer. Family’s walking up and down the isles looking at clothes and baby crap. Basic white bitches sucking on Starbucks and looking at the bikini’s.
You walk in. After deciding to go shopping, you did what most women do when they go out, dress up. This is not for some man somewhere or even for the men at target, no. This is because you woke up feeling yourself. That feeling you get when you think “damn, I’m sexy today”. So in true “feeling yourself” fashion, you dressed a little slutty.
Wearing wedges on your feet to tone out your wonderfully shaped ass, that happens to be just barley covered in your high wasted blue jean short shorts. With your top being a cute crop top that is struggling to hold your bust, and giving the impression that your tit’s would like to escape into the fresh summer air. Finished off with a cute cardigan in olive green that comes down to the back of your knees. Your long blonde hair cascading down to your lower back.
Yes, you really did it this time. Husbands are stealing glances, they are joined by a group of young teenage boys, having a hard time looking away and trying to act too cool. Women look longingly at your back, wondering what deal with the devil they would make to have a body like that.
You, naturally, ignore all of this. Feeling pride in your sexual radiation you walk to the clothing section. You wonder to yourself if they have that cute top you saw last time, this guides you to the back of clothing section, where you can find the dressing rooms and clearance item’s. It is a real mess in all these racks, but you eventually find that top, a cute pare of shorts, and a sun dress you imagine yourself wearing to drive some male acquaintance in your life wild.
Your making your way to the changing room, thinking about what you are going to get for lunch when you notice there is a line. You queue up like everyone else and wait.
As your mind day dreams about whatever else it might, you notice someone get in line behind you. You turn to steal a quick glace and realize it’s a man. A very tall man with a strong jaw line and piercing looking. His hands seem to be packed with clothes and he does not seem to be shy about checking you out.
You turn around swiftly, feeling sexy and having those butterfly’s in your stomach. For the first time in your life you wish to be in line for longer then necessary. Hearing movement behind you, you think nothing of it, thinking about how long it’s been.
The line moves up and you and your new found daydream behind you are now behind a rack, hidden from the main isle. Thought’s swim in your brain as you think about how to ask a man out, and unbeknownst to you the mans armful of clothes are moving around in a strange way.
As your caught in thought, a few minutes go by. When suddenly you hear a funny grown from behind you and you feel someone put there hand on your shoulder with immense force and you stubble forward. The handsome man behind you seem to have tripped and dropped all the clothing he was hold, has he feel he whole body pressed against your backside.
Your heart racing now you struggle to get up turning around to notice the man adjusting his pants on the ground.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry” said the man.
He gets up and lends you a hand. “No! It’s fine! Are you ok?”
You feel yourself getting red in the face and look down. You notice that the close on the floor are all different sizes and styles, you find this odd but say nothing.
He offers you his left hand and a smile, “I’m Sam. Sorry about that.” You take his hand and notice how rough it feels.
“Hi, I’m Jackie.” You then both proceed to have a wonderfully flirty and fun conversation about the accident that included a good amount of laughter and shy glances.
You realize you are about to be up next in the changing line and did not want to miss this kind of opportunity. “Can I give you my number?”
Sam had a look of total befuddlement on his face and clearly hesitated in responding.
You feel your face redden further. “Or if not, that’s ok.”
“No no! It’s not that!” he relied, “I’ve just never had a women has stunning as your ask me that! I will admit I’m a little self-conscious. Would you mind if I gave you my number instead? That way if you are still feeling good about this, just send me a text, I honestly don’t want to feel as if I am brothering you.”
You feel Sam’s vulnerability wash over you like a cool drink of water, “Sure! That sounds great!”
After saying a good bye, you turn around and proceed to the changing room. Standing in the changing room, you look in the mirror and heave a heavy sigh. The butterfly’s in your stomach will not settle. After a minute of contemplation, you decide to leave the changing room with no clothes at all and decided to go home with a bottle of wine.
You walk out and see no sign of Sam. “To the wine” you think to yourself and head to pick out your favorite red and go to check out to find yourself in yet another line.
As you are lost in thought about Sam and his smile, you feel a tap on your shoulder. “Excuse me Ma’am?”
You turn to see a plump lady holding a blender, “You seem to have something on your back, it’s in your hair and on your clothes.”
You reach behind you and put your hand on your back to find a gooey sticky substance. Bringing your hand to your face you smell it. Your eye’s go wide and without thinking your put your fingers in your mouth and suck it clean.
Realizing the plump women is still staring at you in discussed, you pull your finger out of your mouth and smile awkwardly. “Oh, I must have sat on that sauce packet.”
Realizing your excuse was lame, you said excuse me to the plumb women and put your wine down on the nearest counter and briskly walking out the door, your pussy becoming wetter as you went.
You get to your car and shed the cardigan, get in and lick the back of it clean, wiping your hair around and sucking that clean as well. You pick up your phone as you feel your jean shorts soak through.
You Go To Sam’s Number In Your Phone And Text “I Want More.”
I hope you enjoyed my short story. I’ve never heard of trying to seek cum onto a women and it was very fun to write about.
Thanks for reading!
P.S.- I’m very aware that my grammar is not the best. I do enjoy reading, but by day I work as a Welder, and to be honest writing is not my strong suit. So please be kind and I would love to hear your thoughts.
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