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Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 01:17:35 +0000
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Three..
Cynthia Pike was feeling more and more awake as she tipped the
cardboard latte cup up in the air and finished off the last creamy bit.
She particularly liked the taste for the cream in her coffee.
She glanced down at the paper and was a bit surprised by how the ads
were so much more erotic than those she had seen before. It seemed that
the girls offering their services were all trying to outdo the
competition, and so the ads had become more sexy since she had seen them
last. The pictures showed glistening lips and lustful looks. It was
obvious the "massages" were something quite different than those
available at the health spas. She felt a slight warming in her pussy as
she started to think what it might be like to offer herself to men as a
commodity. She thought it might be interesting to become a sex toy to a
man with a throbbing cock. She was not really looking for a full time
companion this Saturday. Cynthia was thinking of how she really would
like to feel a hot mancock throbbing and spurting inside her.
The fact that the lingerie store was not yet open kind of irritated
her. She had the day all planned. Oh well. "Hey. What do I have
here?" she thought to herself as she glanced across to the boy sitting a
few feet away. He was finishing his coffee and had just looked up from
his paper. He was looking at her legs under the small table. He did
not see her noticing his stare. Cynthia realized her short skirt was
nice and tight around her thighs, and it was hiked up high enough to
interest almost any man. Yet alone a boy of 16 or so.
She deliberately crossed her legs to get her skirt to rise even hinger.
Most of the thigh was exposed. Cynthia was experimenting.
Sure enough, the boy kept up his interest. He wet his lips, and
shifted in his chair. Cynthia was perceptive enough to know his cock
was getting hard, and that is why he was having to shift around in his
chair. She liked the idea of causing this hard on.
She looked down at her paper and kept reading the sex ads and let her
high heel slip off her heel and began bouncing the half off shoe on her
toes. She just wanted to keep his interest up. She took a quick look
to see if he was still looking. He was.
Then, his eyes shot up to her face and he saw her quickly look down at
her paper. He noticed she was reading the sex ads. His face turned
red. There was nothing happening at all, Cynthia tried to convince
herself...but she knew she was flirting with a kid. She kept looking at
the sluts in the ads, but her mind was not reading them. Her mind was
thinking about seducing a boy...She was enjoying it.
She got up, went back inside and ordered another latte. While she was
waiting for it, she checked out the kid outside, through the plate
glass. He was wearing tight jeans, a cotton shirt, and there was
nothing exceptional about him except that he was a healthy, slim, brown
haired kid with a hard on. He was presently back to his ads, but
Cynthia could see a bulging cock under the table.
She hung around inside waiting for her drink to be prepared, and waited
for someone to take the seat she had previously occupied. A woman sat
down at the table she had been using, and flipped Cynthia's sex ad paper
closed and folded it on the side of the table.
This is what she needed.. An excuse.
She walked outside with the drink, went past her table and picked up
the paper. Then she felt a hot rush in her crotch and walked to the boy
at his table.
"Is there anyone sitting here?", she asked him softly.
"No",he said.
"Thanks." Cynthia then pulled out the second chair at his table, and
deliberately turned it sideways to the table so that her legs were not
under the table, but were sideways to it, and our young hot boy could
see them. She sat down and made sure her skirt was just about up to her
ass. She knew this would get some attention...Then she ignored him and
started drinking her latte and went back to reading the sex ads. This
also should get some reaction, she hoped.
It did. The young man was very nervous and tried to keep his eyes off
of her long sexy legs wrapped in her tight skirt. He also pretended to
think nothing of her reading material. He did, however, fidget a bit in
his chair, since his hard on was now permanent and his boner was
reaching the top of his jeans. That was fortunate, at least. He had
managed to rearrange his cock so that it was not pointing down his pants
leg any longer, and was more comfortably pointing straight up.
Cynthia was feeling quite hot at this point. But she was still very
shy. She did not think for a minute that she could really do anything
else...Then she thought about a very clever ploy.
She sipped her latte, then got her cell phone out of her purse. She
dialed her voice mail at work. When it answered, she left a message for
the fictious person. "Hi...this is Cynthia Pike. I am sorry I missed
you. Please call me at home..the number is 973-0324. If you forget the
number, I am in the book. I live at 897 Pennsylvannia Ave, just to be
sure you get the right person. My last name is spelled P I K E , on
Pennsylvannia Ave.
She was pretty sure any hot kid could figure out how to call her if he
wanted to. She had given him her number without even acknowledging him.
She hoped. Cynthia wanted this kid to call her, since she would feel
less shy talking to him on the phone. She went a bit further. After
the call, she went through her purse. She found something suitable. She
had an unpaid gas bill in her purse.. She found a way to place it under
the paper she went back to reading. Her plan was to leave the gas bill
on the table, hoping me hard dick would pick it up. A good reason to
call. He could pick it up and return it to her apartment like a good
samaritan. Of course he would. Wouldn't he?
Cynthia kept reading the sex ads, left the bill on the table when she
got up and took the paper, and walked across the street to the lingerie
shop. Now she was hoping he would notice her shopping destination.
That, like nothing, would get his hormones going, wouldn't it?
Cynthia saw she still had a few minutes to wait, so window shopped a
bit and kept coming back to the lingerie shop to see if it was open.
Then she felt bold. She was across the street. There was no reason she
could not lean against the window and look at her new prey. She did.
She checked him out thoroughly. He looked up, and Cynthia was happy to
look right at him and give him the most seductive smile she could
imagine. She hoped he would not come across the street, however.
No...She was much too shy for that. She just wanted him to get the idea
she was flirting with him. He looked at her and fidgeted a bit more.
His cock was now throbbing in his tight jeans. He was flushed and
feeling hot all over.
He looked at the gas bill he had grabbed, just as Cynthia suspected.
He started thinking about what he should do. Since he had her number
and address, he could think about it. Cynthia could think about it too.
She licked her lips while he was looking at her, turned, and went
inside the finally open lingerie shop. The slutty one.
Cynthia was feeling a bit like a whore. She liked it. The idea of
fucking a man just this side of boyhood intrigued her. She wanted her
boy meat hot and fresh. If this kid can't figure out to call me, she
thought, he is to stupid to imagine. She turned her attention to
lingerie and started thinking about how slutty she wanted to be.
To be continued