She had a thing for mature beefy white guys, especially married, mature, beefy white guys, and the one with whom she was suddenly face to face fit her bill exactly, causing her to look him all up and down and add just the right tinge of excitement to her breathy "hi" and just the right extra oomph to her walk as she led him to the exam room.

"Nice shoes" she said and he said thanks and showed them to her. "Nice eyes," she said, and he again thanked her. "Nice glasses" she said later as she walked past him out in the showroom and yet again all he said was "thanks."

A week later she just happened to be standing near the door when he came to pick them up. Well, not really, she figured she'd take one last shot and getting a different word out of him.

"Nice everything" he said to her softly as he left and she found herself immediately wet and needing very badly to ride him, right here on the carpeted floor in front of the wide glass door after the mall was closed and the lights were mostly off but still where they could be seen if anyone was watching, could watch the rise and fall of her, his pale hands on her dark hips, his pale face nestled in her dark breasts as she leaned over him.

"Wait," she called after him, rushing to the escalator where he was about to descend, "You forgot something."