Trying to put on the distinguished and completely unthreatening demeanor of a well dressed middle-aged business man, I sauntered about the store until I had very innocently, though quite intentionally, wound up a few feet from the little hottie. I guess she noticed me glancing at her, because she sunk her head down and cutely blushed, her guilty conscience making her wonder if I possibly knew what she had just been doing. She probably always felt like that after her little shows on the bench. Her face still had that peaceful, relaxed glow of a woman who just climaxed. And the shy blush only made her look sweeter.
Reaching for a card right next to her, I said very softly, "Excuse me. I don't mean to surprise or embarrass you." Her eyes darted up to me in alarm, not sure if her guilty consc
