Chapter 18: Touch or Sex

Renée and I left the food court hand in hand. She needed the reassurance and I just enjoyed touching her. I dreaded the idea of adding any more girls to my little harem, but they were asking for more than just cozy moments and passionate nights. They wanted to feel safe. It was as good a reason as any to invite more to join us. The new question was, could I add to our montage without sex? Renée didn't know and neither did I. One thing was sure: I was going to have to figure out exactly what my gift entailed and all its little quirks.

We stopped in front of a shoe store in disarray. Shoppers entered and left like the place had a separate entrance and exit, but it was open just like all the other stores.

Three of the four clerks of the store constantly moved from one customer to another, while the fourth stayed behind the register ringing up sale after sale. Of the clerks, only one was female and she was not as professionally dressed as the guys. All of the guys were wearing a button up shirt, tie, slacks, and dress shoes; but the young woman was wearing a white blouse that seemed cut for her shape, especially in the breast area, and a short black pleated skirt that constantly threatened to show off more than just her amazing legs. Her feet were adorned by very attractive black pumps. Even with the pumps the girl was shorter than most of the women in the store. Her wavy brown hair was shoulder length and framed her almond shaped face wonderfully.

I looked at Renée. "So, are all of your friends hot little numbers or what?"

She smiled back at me. "Pretty much. Her name is Chloe and she may be more susceptible to you than most of the other women you've seen today."

That made my eyebrows rise. "More susceptible? As in she'll have more difficulty resisting me?"

Renée merely nodded.

I looked back at the store and continued watching Chloe help customers. I had to admit, even with all the sex I'd already had, finding out what she was like would be fun. All I had to do was talk to her and maybe shake her hand. There wasn't any harm in that. Was there? Don't answer that. The whole day had been packed with women that would undress for me at a touch. I somehow doubted that just a simple handshake would do.

"Okay. I'll go talk to her and shake her hand. I glance your way and you nod or shake as to whether you can ... feel her or not. Right?"

"Yeah." Renée looked up at me. She was happy that I had agreed to this. I was sure if our roles were reversed, I would have been happy that someone was willing to protect my friends too.

I gave Renée a kiss and then went to the store.

Looking around I realized just how unorganized the place was. Though there were tags along the shelves indicating women's, men's, kids', and different sizes for each. The labels of the boxes didn't match the location. I found all of them mixed together.

"How is anyone supposed to find anything in here?" I asked no one in particular.

A pleasant female voice answered behind me, "Ask for help."

I turned to find Chloe looking up at me with a smile. She had her hands clasped behind her back which made her chest stand out that much more. Given my penchant for visual traps, I couldn't help but notice that the top buttons of her blouse were open. It revealed a very direct line of sight to her very generous cleavage. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I heard Chloe chuckle. When I looked at her again she had placed her hand over her chest.

"Sorry, I didn't think it would be that distracting," she said with a smile.

"No, I should apologize for my inability to control myself."

She tilted her head to the side. "So you don't want to look?" She started to remove her hand.

"I didn't say that. I enjoy such sights, but didn't mean to be rude."

Her smile widened. "If I didn't want guys looking..." She took her hand away from her chest and thrust herself at me. " ... then I wouldn't dress like this."

I chuckled at her actions. "So, how many of the guys who come in here walk out with more shoes than they wanted?"

She tried look innocent and even that made her more alluring. I was certain that act had melted many hearts and excited many penises. She swung her shoulders side to side which allowed me brief glimpses of the tops of her breasts through her shirt. She bit her lower lip and let it slip from her teeth wet and shining.

If I weren't there to talk to her, she would have had me spending half my money. As it was, I needed to find out if a casual touch would gain the connection Renée had mentioned earlier. I held out my hand to shake. "My name's Ral."

She gripped my hand. Hers was much smaller, but then it wasn't a contest. "Ral." She repeated. "Ral. That just rolls off the tongue. I'm Chloe."

I knew that already, but it didn't matter. I could feel the sensation of desire through our contact. A quick glance at Renée and she was shaking her head, no. Touching alone wasn't enough. So the next question was how to get Chloe to some semi-private location for a quick romp? I needed new sandals. Maybe getting her to help me find some would allow us to talk and more.

"I'm looking for replacement sandals." I eased my hand out of hers. Both of us seemed reluctant to let go.

She looked down at my feet. "Yes." She looked back up at me then turned toward the back of the store. "Follow me."

I glanced back at Renée and she mouthed, "I'm sorry." I shrugged and turned to follow Chloe.

Watching Chloe as I followed was a delight. She walked with a bounce in her step, even in the pumps. I realized she mostly stayed on her toes as she moved. The effect made the muscles in her calves really stand out. Something about the look of her legs got my engine going again.

Shifting my gaze from her to the boxes piled on the floor in an attempt to regain control, I wondered if I could ever look and not have an instant erection. Or at least, not get half-way there with just a thought. Guys my age were supposed to be at their sexual peak, but it seemed a bit ridiculous.

My level of arousal lowered a bit as we entered a back room with boxes stacked up everywhere. With the apparent pace of sales and restocking, I wasn't entirely surprised that any organization that existed previously had been lost. Briefly, I wondered if they even had a manager.

Chloe went to one stack and pulled out a box. She stepped over to a stool and bench. The bench had four legs with a plate attached to two of them. She sat on the bench with the plate between her feet.

"Have a seat." She indicated the stool for me, which I took.

She picked up my right foot and placed it on the plate between her legs. Even the feel of her hands on my feet was wonderful. Normally I didn't get that much out of having my feet touched, but then again what was I comparing it too? I looked up and noticed the dark color of her skirt cast shadows across her thighs and in between.

Looking down and away from her, I tried to relax. Wasn't it possible for me to just sit there and talk without acting like a horny college student? Weren't the six women I already considered mine enough. Watching her hands as she removed my old sandal and put the new one on, I realized just how much I wanted her.

She didn't seem to notice me as anything more than a customer, that had the duel affect of making me happy that I didn't seem to be affecting her and being disappointed that we may not do anything more than talk.

I let it go. There was already so much going on that I really didn't need to add more, but what about my promise to Renée? How was I supposed to connect with Chloe to protect her without having sex? Talk about a dilemma.

When she finished strapping the sandal to my foot, I stood up. The shoe immediately pinched my toes. "What size was this?"

"Ten."

"Let's try that again. I need a twelve."

"Okay." She hopped up, went to another stack to extract the same design, and returned to her seat. She seemed to enjoy changing shoes, so I let her.

As I watched her, I was once again blessed with the opening of her blouse. Even the edges of her white laced bra were visible. From the angle, it looked like it was a tight fit. It may have been a reducer bra like what Renée had intended to get earlier.

Chloe glanced up at me a couple of times but I didn't think that I was flashing her. When she got the new sandal on me, I got up and walked around a bit. The feel was good. I sat back down. "Yeah. That'll work."

Chloe smiled and reached down to place my other foot. I sat back and let her put the second new shoe on me. As she did, she looked up toward the doorway. I looked over but didn't see anyone. When I looked back at her she winked at me. I wasn't certain what was going on, but I winked back. Her smile widened as her hands slipped up my leg, past my knee and towards my crotch. She was leaning much closer to me and she whispered, "I'm not the only one showing off my assets." I felt her hand slip into my shorts and the direct contact got my blood flowing.

I froze, not certain if she was just teasing or actually wanted more.

Her smile was playful and her hand was gently groping. She looked up into my eyes and hers began to fill with desire. Her breathing quickened and her hand started stroking me more fully.

Renée had been right. Chloe may have seemed composed, but she was looking ready to pounce. Knowing certainly wasn't going to stop the situation. Besides, I was supposed to seduce her so she could be included in my list of those I protected. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "If someone walks in on us, I don't want you getting in trouble."

She licked my earlobe as I spoke. Judging from everything that had happened that day, I had about another minute before clothes started coming off.

Chloe's response didn't help either. "I want this. I want it now." Her voice had become hot and husky. She was primed for the situation, and her brain had apparently stopped working. At the same time, she was getting me heated up quickly.

I may not have been able to restrain myself for much longer. "We need more privacy." I didn't want it to stop, but I couldn't let it continue if we were going to be arrested for indecent exposure when it happened. It wasn't even a question of IF it would happen anymore.

Without a word, Chloe let me go and walked to the doorway. I sighed a bit of relief. Maybe she had come to her senses and our rendezvous could be delayed. I looked back and saw her pulling a hidden door shut and latching it. She looked back at me through the locks of her hair. Her eyes were feral. For a heartbeat, I was concerned for my safety. The thought left me quickly because I knew it wasn't blood she was after. Other body fluids were desired.

She slipped out of her shoes, padded over to me and wrapped herself around me. Her small body pressed to mine and all of her limbs strapped her to me. My hands naturally found her round posterior to hold her up. Her open mouth sought mine and locked on like a leech seeking nourishment. I had encountered some lively women, but Chloe was starting to scare me.

She pulled from our lip-lock long enough to reach between us and find my cock. Having become fully engorged, it had pushed its way completely out of my shorts leg. With a low breath Chloe instructed, "Open me."

I could only think of one thing that matched what she meant. Slipping my hands under her skirt, I pulled her panties aside. Her vagina was moist and her lips were hot with her arousal. I pulled them apart and her hand guided my throbbing meat-pole into her opening.

Once started, she pushed her hips up against mine with a low moan of content. She writhed against me to get some friction going and I had to plant my tongue deep in her mouth to keep her from calling out too loudly. She pulled and groped at me as her hips bucked and thrust. That little firecracker was bringing me close to the edge, and it was taking all the willpower I had to hold back my impending explosion. A couple of times she pressed down on me hard. I could feel myself hitting something deep in her. I certainly didn't want to hurt her, but she seemed to want it: the deeper and harder, the better.

She pulled from our kissing and breathed. I slipped my lips down to her neck to kiss and lick her skin. She leaned back more and my chin pushed down into the opening of her shirt. I had a hand on her ass and another on her back, holding her to me. It allowed her to let me go and open the buttons to remove her shirt. Her bra seemed to be straining to hold her tits in place. I licked at her cleavage and she reached below my chin for the clasp. Her breasts pop out of their confines and large erect nipples stood out waiting for attention. Chloe scooped her breasts together for my hungry mouth, and her bucking hips kicked into another gear as I latched onto one of her nipples.