He saw her and his heart stopped. In that split second nothing and no one else existed. He was totally attracted to her with no reservations and it would appear, from the look in her eyes that she felt the same way. Time resumed and she walked on. His wife turned around just then from the items she had been examining.
“See anything you like?”
He was caught off guard and froze for a second. “Huh?”
She pointed at the wallets, “Do you like any of them?”
“Not really. Besides, they seem overpriced.”
“OK. Let’s try another shop.”
As they walked out of the store, his eyes darted around as he tried to see if he could catch a glimpse of the dream he had seen moments earlier. She was nowhere in sight.
“Oooh, let’s go in there!” she said excitedly, pointing to a shoe store.
He laughed, “I thought we came to get a wallet for me?”
“Is that what you thought?”
“They both laughed.”
As they walked into the shoe store, he couldn’t believe his luck. In the back of the store, he saw her looking at a pair of heels while the shop assistant hovered around her. It was the masterpiece from earlier. His heart skipped a beat. She was his spec to a tee; tall, big ass, big tits, just fair enough in complexion, with great cheek bones and an excellent profile.
He needed to make contact. But how? That was the million dollar question.
He looked around. The shop was empty. Was that good or bad? He couldn’t tell just then.
“See anything you like?”
“I thought we came in here for you?” he replied, not missing a beat.
She playfully shoved him. “You’ve been wanting some new sexy-time heels.”
He smiled and tried to seem interested, but the only sexy-time he could think of right now was one that involved the sex machine on the other side of the store.
After looking around the store, he finally figured out what he had to do.
“There’s so many options.” He said, abruptly.
Just then the store attendant left the big booty cutie and came to attend to the couple.
She greeted and asked how she could help. The husband looked at her and replied brusquely, “Just looking around.”
“OK.” She replied with a smile. “If there’s anything I could help you with, just let me know.” She said and walked back over to Ms. new booty.
He set his plan in motion.
He walked his wife over to the corner of the store where a pair of thigh high leather hooker boots were displayed, way up high on the shelf.
“It’s time we tried something a little more risque, don’t you think?”
He made as though he wanted to reach for the boots, but then stopped.
“Let me get the assistant. She might have a step ladder or something so we can get it down safely.”
With a legitimate excuse proposed, he made his way to the back of the store.
“Excuse me.” he said in a courteous tone, as he arrived at the back of the store where the buxom yellow pawpaw was trying on a pair of spiked and studded heels. Her dress was raised as she tried on the shoes and he could see she had legs to die for. He was hooked.
He calmly presented his dilemma of the out of reach shoes to the attendant. Nodding and proffering a solution, she made her way to the back of the store to retrieve a small step ladder.
It was now or never; his window was small but he would make it work.
There was no time to convince her to hand over her number, so he did the next best thing. He pulled out his business card from his wallet and handed it to her without a word.
She took it from him, no questions asked, the hint of a smile playing on the corners of her juicy lips.
Mission accomplished, he walked back to meet his wife.
The store assistant returned from the back room with a ladder and helped the couple retrieve the boots.
Eagerly his wife tried them on and they fit perfectly. She looked wicked sexy.
“We’ll take it.”
They paid, left the store and made their way through a couple more stores to look at more over-priced wallets before finally deciding to leave.
As they sat in the car, fastening their seat-belts and getting ready for take-off, the Mrs looked at him with a smile and asked, “So, did you get her number?”
His jaw dropped.