He was shopping in a department store. He'd been there for two hours andhe was bored and drowsy. He was in the hardware department, looking forsome obscure sprinkler attachment. He wanted to get out of there, go home,and kick back. Suddenly there was an intense flash in his peripheralvision of a pretty women disappearing down an aisle. He followed hergreedily.
She was a teenager. She was showing off her sun-tanned legs by wearingshort shorts. She walked gracefully like a cat. Her flawless bronze skinflowed over curves and muscles. She wore sandals on her small feet, withlong decorative laces that criss-crossed up around her ankles and calveslike bondage straps, and were finally tied with an elaborate bow just belowthe knee. Her toenails were painted carefully. The tops of her feet werejust as dark brown and smooth as her legs, but the bottoms were cream-colored and crinkly. He stared hungrily at her high-arched insteps; theborder where the color and texture changed. For some reason those daintytwo-tone feet of hers fascinated him like nothing else.
She wore a halter top, which could barely halt her. Her saucy midriff wasexposed for everyone to see and her navel was cute. Her shorts were tightenough to reveal the V-shape where her flat tummy tucked up between herlegs. She had straight sun-bleached hair that rested gently on her backand also fell forward onto her chest. She would often fling it over hershoulder to get it out of her eyes, or would nervously twist a strand withone hand.
When she would stop to look at something, she would place one foot pointingforward and place the other far away and at right angles, pointing to theside, then she would shift her weight back and forth as though she werefidgeting. She did this absentmindedly. It came naturally to her andgirls like her. She did not realize that it was sexy: that he could enjoya frontal view of one leg while admiring the other at profile, and thatwith her legs thus widely separated, he could spy the creamy insides of herthighs. At other times she would stand with her feet close together underher, then randomly roll one or both of her ankles out so the weight wasborne by the outside edge of the foot. Had she known it, each time she didthis, her smooth knees parted and the light-colored wrinkly soles of herfeet could be seen.
Her face was not cute like a child; actually she had done her face up in asassy way. It was quite bold of this young woman to wear such a haughtyexpression. She was shopping with her mother. The two did not seem to begetting along. Her mother was dressed conservatively and looked uptight.The girl looked impatient, as though she longed to get back in the companyof her peers.
The girl somehow sensed that she was being ogled. She whirled around andcaught him staring at her. Then she gave him a sharp cold look, tossed herproud head, and minced away down the aisle. His tiger eyes followed theflouncing hair and sandal-strapped legs, and he decided then and there thathe wanted her in the worst way, and that he was going to get her. He wasgoing to stop the world, and have his way with her.
He did not know anyone else who could do it, nor did he know why he wasgifted with it. He had discovered and performed it on a small scale whenhe was a child, and he had practiced it often since then. He hadn't doneit in a large public place before but he felt confident that day. Hesquinted his eyes, clenched his fists, and concentrated. He visualized hischest as a sponge that should be squeezed and released according to acertain pattern he'd discovered. Over the course of the next threeminutes, while she moved on with her mom, looking idly at things on thestore shelves, he collected tons of pressure in his chest. Then he stuckout his arms and spread his fingers in all different directions, and letgo. A bolt flashed down his arms and rayed out from his fingers. Theworld stopped.
There was complete silence. People stood like mannequins, frozen in themidst of action, with open but unseeing eyes. The aisles, the check-outlines, and the parking lot were all populated with statues of people insuspended animation. Water squirting from the drinking fountain stoodperfectly still as though a strobe had captured the image.
He had stopped everything, but he had purposefully excluded himself and thegirl. He had left her conscious, but in a daze. It did not occur to herto be surprised or to rationalize the strange dream world. She was lookingaround at the frozen figures of people. He walked to her and faced her.In her eyes, he appeared to be a handsome lord of power and magic. He didnot speak to her, he just looked into her eyes, and she understood. Shewas to swoon and allow him to penetrate her, as any girl would.
He considered being really sweet to her; taking her to some comfortablenest and giving her a back-rub and cuddles before making love with her.But her sassy attitude had changed his mind about that. He got the idea topork her right there in the store. It seemed outlandish and terriblyexciting. He decided to just do it right away. He came forward andsqueezed her tits through her top, then he put his hand right down herpants to feel her pubic (public?) hairs. She gazed into his face andendured his handling.
He helped her take off her clothes. He had fun untying the ribbons fromaround her ankles and removing her sandals, exposing her dainty feet, whileshe popped off her top and released her pert breasts. He helped her wiggleout of her shorts, then he lowered her panties and slipped them one at atime over her slender ankles. He caught a slight scent of young cunt andhe was instantly hard and erect.
He asked her to help him get undressed. She was willing to do all the worktaking his clothes off, and soon they were both standing naked right therein aisle 15B, the one with the cosmetics and the feminine hygiene products.He wanted her doggy-style because that was the most animalistic. He toldher to wait there in the aisle by her frozen mother. He walked nakedthrough the crowds of silent people, waving a stiff boner in front of him.He found two folding chairs in the outdoor furniture department and carriedthem back. She was blushing with embarrassment at having been left alone,naked in public.
He set up the chairs side by side and arranged the nude teenage girl onthem. He placed her left knee on the left chair and her right knee on theright chair, so her legs were spread wide. He showed her how to hold ontothe chair-backs with her hands, and how to lean forward so her pussy stuckout. She waited nervously in that position. She felt like a child in adoctor's office, who must take off her pants and hold still "like a goodgirl", even though she knows the bastard is planning to stick something inher.
Before he plugged his boner into her, he stood back and admired the wholescene in his mind. This was a memory to cherish. He was fully erect andhorny, and this teenage babe with the tan legs and cherry ass was proppedup on chairs, obediently waiting to be stuffed. Her lacy sandals werestrewn on the floor nearby, and he anticipated fondling her small two-tonefeet during the time he was plugged into her. Her stodgy mother and somefrozen strangers were looking on with blank expressions, and the room wascompletely silent.
He licked his finger and stuck it in her. She was very tight; probably avirgin. She was giddy with his finger being in her, and she was tremblingand breathing hard. He lubricated his shaft with some saliva because hewanted to completely penetrate her with one thrust. He approached her andplaced the head of his cock at her slit. He pushed hard, and his cock slidjust barely beyond the inner lips. Both of them were extremely excited,and he could feel some slight pinching contractions in her pussy as itgripped his tip. He pushed harder and looked down to watch with delight ashis sensitive instrument disappeared into that most private area betweenher lovely buns. The store was so silent that he could hear small glicky-sticky noises as her pussy stretched open and his meat went in.
When it was sunk to the hilt, a feeling of satisfaction and fulfillmentoverwhelmed them both. She felt like a popsicle on a stick, completelystuffed, and she never wanted the feeling to end. His sensation wasextreme: as though a blow-torch of pleasure was playing up and down hiscock. They wallowed like that in perfect bliss for two or three minutes,but he knew he wasn't going to last. His orgasm approached, and he gave uptrying to hold back. He pumped quickly several times to put maximumemphasis on it, then he came like mad, depositing ribbons of sperm deepwithin the young girl.
He stayed inside her for several more minutes, pumping gently. Finally,when he started to go soft, he pulled out. He lifted her off the chairsand stood her up. There were tears on her cheek and imprints on her kneesfrom the chairs, and sperm leaked down her thigh, but she looked happy. Hehugged her and held her for awhile.
He stepped back, swirled his hands in front of him like a fast swim-stroke,then suddenly spread his arms wide. There was a flash, then the worldreturned to normal and continued on from the point when he had stopped it.There she was, dressed and uneffected, doing her absentminded foot-dancewhile looking at items on the shelves. Her mother was there, lecturing herabout her grades, as usual. It was as though nothing had happened. Shedid not have any sperm in her.
But as he passed by, he caught her eye and held it. She gave a little gaspof apprehension. This stranger she had caught staring at her legs momentsbefore: she now felt that she knew him in a secret and nasty way. He stoodright next to her and she did not move away. He reached out with one handand fondled her ass gently for four whole seconds. She did not flinch, butinstead she actually took the touch as a caress. Her mother was furious,but was too confused by her daughter's reaction to speak for the moment.He turned and walked away, but before he disappeared around the lastcorner, he looked back and gave her an evil grin. She waved good-bye witha yearning and bewildered expression on her face.
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