Watch Me (An Erotic Short Story) (2 page)

Chapter
Four

As closing time approached, Lana’s glances at her watch increased. Would
her not
-
so
-
secret admirer
finally approach her now that it was
close to
quitting time?

Hoping to push him along in his decision, s
he dropped
a hanger on the floor
and made a show of picking it
back
up.

Wait a minute.
The watch salesman’s eyes
weren’t the only
ones
on her. Oh no,
Lana
could definitely sense that someone else was watching
too
.
Hmm, who could it be?

She scanned the
other
shops and locked eyes with a guy working in the video game store directly across the
mall.
He couldn’t have been more than
eighteen
and his tongue
was
hanging out like some
goofy
cartoon character.

Lana
wiggled her fingers in a
coy
little wave and his eyes
nearly popped out of his head.

He
jerked his head
in the other direction
and scurried
back around the counter
to become
super interested in what was on his computer screen.

Okay, so h
e just wanted to watch, not participate. Fair enough. That still left one pair of eyes to watch her every move.

Lana
shrugged and went back to organizing
the new arrivals by size.
When she was finished, s
he flipped through the display
and
admir
ed
the
bras
. S
topping at a
n indigo
blue one, she held it up, shook her head and put it back.
Same with the black and pink ones
,
too.
When she came to Passion Red, she held it up and knew it was just the one she was looking for
.
It even had a cute little tuxedo bow in front.

After she picked out a matching th
o
ng,
Lana
used
her employee discount and paid for the set
at the cash register
. She
snipped
off the
price
tags, grabbed her purse and headed into the dressing room.

Inside the dressing room, Lana pulled her shirt over her head and reached back and unhooked her cotton bra. Her breasts felt heavy without the support and her nipples were just begging to be pinched.

She kicked off her shoes, shimmied out of her jeans and slid off the cotton panties with the tiny purple and yellow flowers printed on them.

She reached up to cup her breast, but
quickly
stopped herself.
Even though s
he could easily
knead her breasts until her nipples pebbled
and
slip a couple of fingers
between her legs
,
it still wouldn’t be exactly what she wanted
.
Even if she did allow herself a tiny orgasm, it still wouldn’t satisfy her craving like a nice warm cock would.
She wanted a man’s touch.
A man’s hard body pushed into hers. Kissing, licking,
gripping,
probing
.

It’d be way too easy to
find that magical spot that made her toes curl and
bring herself to climax right there in the dressing room.
Alone.
What fun was that when there was a perfectly
suitable male specimen
right across the mall?

Then again, it might be fun to get
herself
off w
hile he sat
there on his little stool behind his watch display.
The entire time, h
is eyes
would be
glued to the
dressing room
door
, imagining what was going on inside
.
He would get hard just thinking about what she was doing.
Hell, h
e probably imagined she was
touching herself right now
anyway. He probably thought she was
already
running
one hand
over her breast
s
while the other one
rubb
ed
her folds and dipp
ed
inside
.

She ran her hand down her stomach and stopped right before the triangle of shaved hair. She
rested her thumb on her belly button and
squeezed her thighs
together
.

No, Lana decided. I
t wouldn’t be any fun when there was a door
separating
them and he couldn’t
actually
see
what she was doing
.
Especially not when she enjoyed the feel of his eyes on her skin so much.

She
couldn’t possibly relieve herself in here while he was out there suffering just as much, if not more, than she was. They were in this together.

Lana
snatched her hand away
from her body, quickly
put on the new bra set
and studied herself in the mirror.
The Crimson Red set looked incredible. The red contrasted
beautifully
against her skin and the lace was not only sexy, but downright sultry.
It was the kind of lingerie that looked great on and even better in a heap on the floor.

She finished dressing and shoved the cotton bra and panties into her purse. Somehow she’d manage to finish out her work day on the brink. She’d close up the store aroused, sensitive to the new thong rubbing her in all the right places and the lacy bra scratching her sensitive nipples.

That watch salesman had better make
his
move by the end of the day.

* * *

The mall customers were starting to clear out, so
Ethan tried to concentrate on his
Car and Driver
magazine.
The article about the newest Ferrari model captured his interest, but not as much as the beauty in the lingerie store. Ethan found himself reading a paragraph and then glancing up to see what she was up to now. He looked up just in time to see her take a
red
bra and panties
and slip
into the dressing room.

Ethan closed the magazine and slapped it onto the counter. What the hell was she doing in there?

It wasn’t fair. He was stuck at the kiosk and she was in the dressing room doing God only
knew
what. He wanted to abandon his post and go over there, yank open the door and catch her red-handed. But he couldn’t. He had a job to do and besides, this was a tremendous exercise in self-control.

A few
agonizing
minutes later, she came out and looked across the mall directly at him. Her lips curved into a sultry smile
and he knew she had a secret
.

Ethan gripped the edge of his chair to keep from walking right over into her store and taking her right there on the counter. He
shifted on his stool and reached up to massage the back of his neck.

This woman is going to be the death of him.

* * *

Lana shut the dressing room door behind her
,
looked out at the watch kiosk and smiled at the salesman. She
put two fingers in her mouth
, sucked them and watched his eyes
bulge out of his head
. She pulled
her fingers
out with a pop and winked at him.
He jumped in his seat and she chuckled to herself
. It was
awfully
fun keeping him on his toes.

Satisfied by his reaction, Lana sauntered back to the counter. She leaned over on her elbows, g
ave
Ethan one hell of a view of her cleavage
and tapped her fingers on her chin
.

Wonder what she could find to entertain him with next
…

* * *

At just past
eight
o’clock, one hour until closing time, w
hen she decided to undress the mannequin in the display window
,
Ethan
thought he’d lose his mind.

The mall was practically deserted now and t
here were only a handful of shoppers left
wandering the concourse
. L
uckily none of them seemed to notice the sexy striptease
happening
in the
lingerie
store window
.

No one but
Ethan
noticed how she slid off the mannequin’s bra and slowly ran her fingers over its chest and arms.
It was amazing how a woman could look so incredibly sexy taking someone else’s clothes off. Hell, what would she look like stripping her own clothes off for him?

Next, s
he
cupped
the mannequin’s
breast and
“pinched” its nipples.
Ethan growled low in his throat.

She
looked from side to side to make sure the coast was clear and then
snaked her hand down between
the mannequin’s
legs
and
under its thong. She
let
her hand
linger there
and Ethan bit down on his tongue
. The girl was practically making love to plastic and it was making
him
hard as a rock.

A family with two young children walked by and she
proceeded to
innocently remov
e
the thong
from the mannequin
. When the family was out of sight
,
she slowly dressed the mannequin in a new
skimpy red
bra and
thong
set.

Never had it been so sexy to watch a woman put clothing
on
.

W
hen she was finished, the mannequin looked
sexy
, but it didn’t hold a candle to the flesh and blood woman standing next to it with the dangerous curves and pouty lips.

She
smiled
through the window
at
Ethan
and
spread her
arms
out
as if to say
ta-da
!

Ethan
smiled back and gave her a silent golf clap.

In return, she bowed and curtsied and he laughed in spite of himself. When she walked by the mannequin, she reached out, pulled at the elastic waist o
f
the thong and let it snap back into place.
Ethan
jumped in his seat and his hard-on raged to the point where he didn’t know how much longer he could take before he burst.

1

Chapter
Five

At nine o’clock, Ethan
closed up shop and secured the security cover over the kiosk
for the night. Across the way,
the woman
was struggling to pull down the
security
gate to
the lingerie
s
tore
.

For a minute, or longer
(
he wasn’t
exactly
sure
because
he was
temporarily
mesmerized
)
he watched her struggle, straining on her tippy toes, reaching up for the gate
.
She grabbed it, started to pull down and it stuck. She let out a huff, blowing her bangs from her eyes.

Ethan couldn’t help but notice h
er
tee
shirt
had
inched up
,
revealing the waistband of her jeans. They sat so low on her hips that he thought he might catch a glimpse of her
underwear
.

What color would it be?
Would she be wearing something lacy and skimpy or
something
soft
and cottony
?
Did it even matter?

Then
she reached up again and
her
shirt
inched even
higher, revealing a
tantalizing strip
of skin. He licked his lips and wondered what her skin tasted li
ke.
After the day he’d had, he wouldn’t mind licking her all over
starting right between her..
.

Ethan
sucked in a few calming breaths and walked over to help her
, h
is erection strain
ing
against his zipper.

“Need some help?”
he asked her backside.

She whipped her head around at the sound of his voice. Her face was flushed and she was panting from her tug-of-war with the
stubborn
gate.

The color in her cheeks made him wonder what she would look like after sex. Would an orgasm flush her cheeks and neck the same way?
Would her lips part when ecstasy claimed her? Would she whimper and sigh with pleasure or would she cry out for the
whole
world to hear?

God, s
he looked
even prettier
up close. Flecks of gold swam in her moss green eyes. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. It looked like she tried to cover them up with makeup and blush, bu
t they were there all the same.

Ethan’s
dick throbbed, begging to be released from the confines of his jeans.
H
is eyes moved down her body and he
caught
a glimpse of her bare mid-riff.
Her shirt was still
hiked
up from when she had reached
her arms
up over her head
to close the gate
. She
stood still under his gaze and
didn’t move t
o pull it back down into place.

Ever so
slightly
,
she turned
her body
toward him and her
belly button
piercing
peeked out. Inside was a sparkly diamond butterfly. Christ, he wasn’t prepared for that. He wasn’t prepared for the little diamond winking at him.

He bit down on the tip of his tongue to stop the urge
of leaning down and
flick
ing
his tongue around it.
He forced himself to look back up at her eyes and she smiled at him.

“Yeah.
Thanks.
I think i
t’s stuck.” She
turned back to the gate,
reached up again and demonstrated. Her breasts rose up, bringing the t
ee
shirt
even
further up her torso
.

Ethan
stood behind her in agony.
Between her hair and her skin and her
sweet
fragrance, he felt his self-control
start to
slither away.
One step forward
,
one measly little step
,
and he could easily put his arms around her waist
and meld their body heat together
.

Ethan
stepped forward but kept his hands at his sides.
Before he had the chance to reach up for the gate, she leaned back against him. Her bottom pressed against the front of his j
eans and he sucked in a breath.

His
entire body stiffened as her warmth seep
ed
through his thin shirt. Her body was
so
soft against hi
s
.

Ethan
reached up and
removed
the clip from her hair
and h
er long locks
cascaded down her back in shiny waves.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder just like he’d seen her do a million times in the store. Except this time, he was close enough to smell her shampoo.
Apples.
Juicy, crisp, green apples.

He ran his fingers through the silky strands and she made a sound of pleasure in her throat.

“You were watching me
today,
”
she said breathlessly.

He closed his eyes and breathed in her delicious scent.
“Yes,” he said into her hair.

“I liked it.”

He
smiled to himself and
swept her hair to the side, revealing the smooth skin of her neck. Gently, with a restrain he didn’t know he had, he kissed the sensitive skin
below her ear
.

Lana
sighed.
The contrast of the cool air inside the mall with his warm breath on her neck made her shiver.

He pressed his lips lower down her neck and when he came to her shoulder, he pulled her shirt away and
nipped at
the sensitive skin there
.

She
moaned, pushed back against his hard chest
and wiggled her butt against his
zipper
.
“Come on
,
”
she said and
pulled him into the store.

Ethan
easily
pulled down the security gate behind them
,
because it was never stuck in the first place
,
and followed her
inside
.

1