A Slow Shift Changes Pace

Her head was resting in the palm of her hand as she leaned over the counter, flipping through the pages of her gossip magazine. Her shop was typically empty from 5pm to 9pm, which afforded her the ability to catch up on the gossip of the rich and famous. She huffed and turned the page in disgust as the brief article praised an actress whom she found to be god awfully boring. The turn of the page brought better musings, as there were a few pictures of a hunky actor in a tank top and boxer briefs that she so adored and fantasized about. The longer she starred, the more vivid her fantasy became. Imagining herself walk out to him, she would drape her arms around him, as he turned to welcome her with a kiss. Once locked, she imagined her hands running up and down his body, encouraging a more pronounced bulge than what was featured in the mag. Looking around the shop quickly, she bit her lip and brought a hand between her thighs, and began to indulge in her fantasy a little more. Just then, the faint sound of lone footsteps broke her away just as she was getting into it. Never knowing if they could stop in her shop, she reluctantly eased her hand back to the mag, and turned the page. Looking towards the door-as luck would have it-a man walked in. He nodded, and began to look at some of her corncob pipes. She smiled and watched him quickly graze past the cheaper ones, and right to the top-of-the-line options. Her smile lingered, as she thought he was a rather handsome young man. As he checked out her selection, she was checking out his toned back and shoulder muscles, which were prominently displayed through his sky blue compression shirt. Her sights rus escort then traveled lower, as his round, firm ass was rather prominent as well in his dark grey athletic pants, that weren't skin tight, but very well fitted where the seam parted his cheeks just a little. A wave of warmth engulfed her, as she continued to check him out. Soon, she became quite curious as to why such an athletic man would be shopping for a pipe. He didn't appear to be the smoking type, and as curiosity dictates, she decided she would ask and find out. ?I'd ask if you needed help, but it seems that you know what you're looking for. Though I wonder-you don't seem like someone who smokes.? ?Not regularly. Well, not cigarettes at least. I used to smoke. I quit five years ago, but only really managed because I started smoking a pipe.? ?Then I guess you haven't exactly quit, have you?? ?Not entirely. I allow myself to smoke a pipe on Sunday, but only for twenty minutes or so. I could never actually quit, until I decided to give this a shot, and it's worked so far. Kind of tames the beast, you know?? ?I'm surprised that works for you! I don't think most people could handle that.? ?Everyone has their own trick. Some keep a full pack unopened because just knowing that they're available, keeps them from smoking. Which I find odd, but it works for two friends of mine. Some people completely denounce it, and become those 'worse than non-smokers, reformed smokers.? he said with a laugh. ?Some people become fitness freaks-which was me for about three years-and exchange one habit for another. My method might be unorthodox, but it yenimahalle escort works.? ?Well, far be it for me to sway you otherwise. I actually admire your approach. It's bold! Just like your shirt.? ?Thank you. Just killing time before I go to the gym actually. Trying to avoid the crowd. There's this small window of time between the mom crowd, and the 'just out of work' crowd. That's my window of opportunity. You know, this shirt actually has a purpose, it's not just an attention getter.? ?I believe you. But you're not easy to miss. It's a bright color for your tan skin, and it's pretty tight. Shows you off a bit.? ?I suppose it does, doesn't it?? ?M-hm.? ?I know. A man shouldn't flaunt, lest he comes off too cocky.? ?Not at all. I was actually admiring you after you came in. Can't even deny it!? ?Well thank you! I appreciate your honesty. Can't say that I mind being checked out by such an attractive woman! Must be doing something right!? ?I'd say.. you're doing a whole lot right!? she said as she looked him up and down. ?You're gonna make this man blush.? She knew right there that he was interested. It was obvious, and she had made her attraction to him obvious. She surprised herself, by how open she was. It probably had something to do with what she was thinking about and doing, just before he came into the store. At this point, they were facing each other, and she could see that he had a slight bulge in his pants. As they sat there in silence, they just smiled at each other, both with half glazed over eyes. The kind of look you have when you know you're about to have sex with someone for the first time. ?You must go to the gym yourself. You look stunning in that outfit! Those leggings compliment you quite well!? ?Thank you! I bet they'd look better on you! I mean, those pants are close enough, and they look great on you!? she said playfully. ?I'm actually wearing a pair under these pants. Helps to keep the muscles warm while I jog.? ?Really? Maybe we could put my previous statement to the test then?? ?Well, you see, they're white. No modesty, and I'm sure no one would appreciate that sight just walking in here.? ?We could step out back then.? The mood turned serious. They found themselves in silence again, sizing each other up. Would they actually go for it? He warned her of how explicit they were, and could she handle herself? She was already aroused before he came in, but it would at least be better material than a picture in a mag. She wanted him to take her up on it. Show her how brave he was, and she now had it in her mind to reward him if he did. ?Like, right now? You really are curious, aren't you?? he asked hesitantly. ?Oh, honey. As curious as a naughty woman can be.? she said in a soft tone. ?Alright. But you have been warned. These leave nothing to the imagination.? She started walking to the door just behind the counter. She pulled it open, and leaned against it with her arms behind her back. She nodded her head in it's direction, and he took that as the last cue that she was serious about it. He cleared his throat, and walked into the back room. There were boxes just about knee high, lining the wall to the right. On the left was a stand-up, full-length mirror. ?Every store here that's owned by a woman, has one of these. We have to make sure we look good for business. So, here's where we'll judge. Once you pull down those grey pants, we'll stand with our backs to the mirror. I'll decide who's ass looks better. Then, we'll stand sideways for the silhouette.