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 She stepped into the cross walk in front of me, and then, realizing that I might have the right of way, she quickly took a step back. She was wearing stiletto heels, and an insanely short flower print ensemble that just eluded sex appeal. She had gorgeous stockingless long legs and her black hair was neatly pinned up. It was about nine thirty in the morning in the downtown area of the small town in which I lived. Since I worked in the area and knew most of the shop owners and shop employees, she stood out, especially the way she was so provocatively dressed.I had my driver’s side window rolled down, so I politely waved her across the crosswalk, even though I had a green light. She beamed a bright smile, a half wave of her hand and stepped into the crosswalk. I’m sure she knew my eyes were glued to her as she walked across the bricks and stepped back on the continuation of the sidewalk.I drove off, thinking about the work I had to do, but couldn’t tear myself away from the image that had just passed in front of me. I made the block and quickly parked in an open space, to see if I could figure out where she had gone. beşevler escort If she was a shopper, she was a tad-bit early, as most of the shops didn’t open until ten. I quickly decided she had to be an employee of one of the local shops.I quickly ruled out the furniture store, as the curmudgeon who ran it would never hire someone so beautiful or sexy looking, I ruled out the coffee shop, and the hamburger place. This left me with a small boutique full of antiques and women’s apparel with a tea shop in the back.I stepped into Sharla’s place and glanced around.“I’ll be right with you,” a cheerful voice called out from behind a curtain that separated the back room from the main part of the small store.“I’m looking for Sharla,” I said. I knew Sharla, but only peripherally.A few seconds passed by and my crosswalk gal stepped out from behind the curtain.“How can I help you?” she asked.“I was looking for Sharla,” I said.“She is on vacation,” the fill-in employee replied. “I’m Desiree.”“Oh, OK,” I replied, trying to avoid the obvious attraction I was feeling. cebeci escort Suddenly, an awkwardness filled me as I realized the foolishness of my conquest. I had to find a way out, so I explained that Sharla has set aside an outfit for my wife and that I was wondering how much had been paid on the outfit. It was a boldface lie, but one that I knew would buy me some time and allow me a quick exit.“Let me look and see,” Desiree proffered, opening a drawer by the cash register to rifle though it. I was captivated by her easy-on-the-eyes beauty. I looked to see if perhaps she was married. I watched as she looked though several pieces of paper. Not seeing a wedding band, raised my hopes.“I’m not seeing any paperwork,” she said, “When did you out it on layaway?”“I don’t know,” I replied. “It’s been a while.”She offered to look in the back office and quickly disappeared through the curtain that separated the front portion of the store with the back office.I stepped up to the curtain and silently parted it. The sight of her long sexy legs and cute ass was more kolej escort than I could possibly ignore. She had her back to me and was rifling through paper work on the office desk in the small alcove of the backroom.I stealthily stepped up behind her and gently placed my hand in the small of her back. She quickly looked back over her shoulder at me, obviously startled by my presence.“I love your outfit,” I said.She quickly turned and faced me, flushed and red-faced.“I don’t know that you’re supposed to come back here,” she quickly remarked.My hand rested on her soft waist and I replied,“Probably not, but since Sharla is on vacation, I don’t think she cares.”“I’m not seeing any paperwork,” she replied.“I know,” I replied, as I slowly dropped my hand on to her hip. The room was very small. There was no way either of us could avoid the closeness. “Maybe Sharla has it put away,”“I can keep looking,” Desiree replied. I moved my finger-tips up and down on her side, pinching the material of her ensemble.“Yeah,“ I replied, “Keep looking.”My awkward feeling had given away to lust.“Would you have any idea where I should look?” she asked.I spied a box under the alcove of the desk.“Maybe it’s in there,” I said, nodding at the cardboard box under the desk.“Maybe so,” she replied, turning and bending over to retrieve the box. As she bent over, her very short skirt rode up the back of her well-toned thighs, allowing me a perfect view of her very cute ass.

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