I made my way across the mall entering the department store. Precious time had been lost thanks to that idiot, but, I was going to kill two birds with one stone in here. Hopefully the lovely brunette had not escaped while I was beating on the male ego.
I kept my pace slow as I meandered through the various departments, stopping in the cosmetic counter to see if any new colors had been added to my favorite collection. Not finding anything that I couldn?t live without, I made my way towards the ladies dresses, all the while keeping my eyes peeled for the lady I admired. After my encounter with the sweet Melissa, my appetite had been whetted. Strolling through the racks of clothing, I glanced over towards the shoe department across the aisle.
There she was. Seated in a chair while the salesman slipped a pair of shoes on her feet. Her short black skirt, uncannily similar to mine, inched up as she raised her long legs. Her white lacey blouse left very little to the imagination. Oh, how I wish I worked in retail! Keeping conversation with the salesman, she glanced over his head and made direct eye contact with me. It hit me. Now I know why she looked so familiar. The unforgiving bitch on the expressway! Flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder she stared at me intently. Not wanting to be obvious, I kept thumbing through the dresses in my size looking up occasionally to make sure she didn?t leave my sight. As I was in plain view of her, I ?accidentally? dropped my purse and bent over to retrieve it giving only her a view of my upper thighs and ass. Standing up, I peered over my shoulder. It was apparent she had enjoyed the view.
After her purchase, she made her way across the aisle and began going through dresses about fifty feet away from me. Only a few racks separating us, I moved to the next rack and she did the same. Spending as little time as possible and trying to actually look for the dress that I needed, we then both arrived at the same circular rack. Rotating to my left and her to her right we edged closer to each other, all the time making eye contact. At the same time we reached for the same garment. A jet-black velvet dress with sparsely placed sequins. It had a plunging neckline and a long slit up the right side. With her hand barely touching mine, we glared at each other intently.
?Excuse me,? she said ?But, I believe I chose this dress first!?
Looking at her out of the corner of my eye, I slowly turned my head inhaling and thrusting out my breasts, as I replied with a slight chortle ?No I don?t think so.? Running my eyes up and down her delicious body, stopping at her eyes, I continued, ?Besides there is absolutely no way you could fit into a size three! You are kidding yourself! Try the next rack over, honey. It for the size nine?s and up! I?m sure there is something similar to this one that is more appropriate for you.?
Yanking the hanger out of my hand she said, ?I?m a model, dear. Anything over a size three hangs on me. The most elegant and exclusive designers from around the world have fit me. I think I know what fits and looks best on me!?
?Hangs?? I replied while catching a glimpse of her deep cleavage, ?Sweetheart, the only place this dress would hang is on a hanger in your closet, after you split the seams from squeezing your wide hips into it!?
Squinting at me while catching her breath she said, ?I beg to differ and besides, I had it first!? She spun around and headed for the fitting room.
Still within my reach, I grabbed her long brown hair and said, ?Wait! We?ll both try it on and I will prove my point. That is?? as I crossed my arms under my breasts??unless you are afraid I am right??
Seething, she answered, ?By all means. Come with me and I will prove the victor!?
We made our way through the ladies department, with me watching every curve and muscle of her body move as she walked. Her legs were perfectly proportioned and it was obvious she too had a daily exercise routine. Her ass was a bit larger than mine was, but, rounded and firm. Her dark tan clearly showed through her white lacey blouse. My mouth began to water. Melissa had whetted my appetite, now, I have the main course, perhaps, with a final dessert of Melissa this evening. Could I be so lucky in a single day?
We reached the rear of the ladies department. There stood 4 doors protruding from the back wall that housed the fitting rooms. She opened one door and entered, hanging the prize dress on one of the hooks perpendicular to the full-length mirror that extended along the entire back wall. One of the nice things I loved about this particular store was the fact that they had enormous fitting rooms with ceiling to floor walls and doors. The privacy was totally guaranteed and little could be heard from within or from outside. Since it was mid-week, we were virtually alone in the area, aside from two lovely sales clerks that were at our beckoned call.
I stood outside the opened door wondering if I should wait outside or join her. Just then one of the sales girls approached and said, ?Ladies, is there anything I can help you with? May I get either of you some coffee, tea or perhaps champagne?? She glanced inside the fitting room and her eyebrows raised as she said, ?Oh, Alexandra, I didn?t notice that was you! I am so sorry! Please forgive my negligence! I have your favorite champagne chilled in the cooler, shall I fetch a glass for you and your friend??
She flipped around flinging her long locks over her shoulder and answered, ?Yes, Marie, you may bring me a glass of champagne.? Glancing at me I added, ?I would simply love a glass as well, thank you.?
Turning my attention back to her I said, ?Alexandra, is it? Let me introduce myself as well. My name is Darlene. I do recall seeing you on several magazine covers and catalogs. Isn?t it amazing what they can do with air brushing these days? Probably shave off a couple of inches from those breeder hips!?
Lowering her voice she replied, ?I am a perfect size three and after our champagne is delivered, I shall prove it! Well, are you going to just stand there?? She said as she attempted to undo the top two buttons on her blouse. ?Or are you going to take a seat and see exactly how a woman?s body should look??
With a sarcastic smirk on my face and pulling my long blond hair over my right shoulder, letting it cascade down over my right breast, I chose a models strut, making my way into the fitting room and leaving the door slightly ajar. Then, I took a seat in the over stuffed chair at the corner. Next to the chair was a mahogany table holding a Ming vase filled with fresh long-stemmed red roses. The aroma of the roses filled the entire room. I carefully crossed my legs as my tight skirt rose up showing the lace of my thigh tops. Draping my left leg over my right, I balanced my shoe on the end of my toes as I rocked my leg up and down. Alexandra continued trying to unbutton her blouse in a teasing way.
?By the way, Darlene,? she said, ?You probably don?t know that I recognize you as the bitch that tried to cut me off on the expressway this morning. I never forget a blond in a BMW.?
?That was purely accidental, Alexandra, as my non-verbal motion indicated. Just as, I am sure, you running the red light at the bottom of the off ramp was just an error. But, if you insist on a formal apology, please accept mine now.? I answered.
With a puzzled look on her face she asked, ?How did you know that? Anyway, the light had just turned red. I had plenty of time!?
Flipping my leg even higher as I laughed and said, ?How did I know? Heavens, Alexandra, maybe the honking of horns was a clue? Or perhaps the two-inch nail on your middle finger gave you away! And, I see those nails of yours are hampering your effort to undo your blouse. Do you need some help? Being a CPA, I must keep my nails at a reasonable length.?
Struggling and frustrated she said, ?Well, if you don?t mind. Every inch of my body must be perfect and sometimes one must give up certain small comforts. Long nails are one of many!?
Standing up, I adjusted my skirt, poking my thumbs down into the waistband to assure the right amount of cleavage would be visible. Walking to the middle of the room, she dropped her hands to her side. She had managed to undo the top button and the second was halfway through the hole. With both hands. I moved her soft tresses so that it draped down her back. Grabbing her hair as if to form a ponytail, I ran my hands to the ends extending it to the max and allowing it to fall gracefully and naturally down her back. While doing so, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back with a satisfied sigh. It took every ounce of self-control not to lean forward and run my tongue from one side of her neck to the other. Just as I was about to reach up to begin my chore, there was a tapping on the door.
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