When I lived in Michigan I used to do a lot of shopping at Briarwood Mall in Ann Arbor. One day, while picking up an order at J.C.Penny, I noticed a rather attractive woman of about twenty-five pushing a stroller with a child of about two in it. She was dressed in a tube top, shorts, high heels and had absolutely fabulous legs. You do not normally see something like that during the day in a mall. Being the 'dirty old man' that I am (I have been a DOM since I was thirteen) and being as turned on by heels as I am, I would normally have approached her. Hitting on a married woman has never been a problem for me, but even I have to draw the line somewhere and a married woman with a child in tow just had to be off-limits. But (there is always a 'but' - isn't there?) I was not about to deprive myself of the visual experience so when she left Penny's I followed at what I thought was a discrete distance.
She moved through the mall and when she went into a shop I would either follow her in, if it was a big store, or wait outside if it was small. This went on for about half an hour and then she went into a shoe store. I watched as she tried on several pairs of high heels and by the time she was ready to leave the store I had a cock that was so stiff that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to walk and follow her. She left that shoe store and went to another and again I positioned myself where I could watch without being too obvious about it. I was again afforded the pleasure of being able to watch her as she tried on high heels. She would put them on, stretch her legs out and look at them, and get up and walk around on them.
And then I f found out that I had not been as sneakily discrete as I thought I was. She had just put on a pair of black 'come fuck me' pumps and had taken a few steps in them when suddenly she stopped, picked up a pair of white pumps that she had already tried on, and then turned and walked right toward me. She stopped in front of me and said, "I can't make up my mind. I like them both. What do you think?"
I've always been quick on my feet so, even though I was somewhat taken aback at being so easily discovered I replied quickly that it would depend on what she was buying them for. "The black ones are by far the sexiest, but the white ones, while they convey sexual overtones, are more elegant."
She laughed, "I don't need sexy - my husband wants to fuck me all the time as it is."
I told her I couldn't blame him one bit and that if she didn't have her kid with her it would be all I could do to keep from throwing her over my shoulder and looking for a dark corner myself. I suggested that she buy both pairs, but she said she only had enough money to get one. So I said, "Tell you what - I'll buy you both pair, you put on the black ones and then spend another hour walking around the mall while I follow and watch."
She gave me a big grin and told me I had a deal.
For the next hour I followed her around the mall as she went into dress shops and shoe stores and the like, but now I was close enough behind her to enjoy the view and hold a conversation. It was almost like we were husband and wife. She would take a dress and go into the dressing room and then call for me to come in a zip or unzip her. Several time she would pull a dress off and stand there in front of me naked and on one of those occasions she reached down and rubbed the bulge in my pants, "poor baby - I'm really doing a number on you, aren't I?"