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Cynthia Brown, rich slut
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PROUDLY PRESENTS ...
"Cynthia's Size"
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"Hello Ken", she said.
I didn't even have to turn around to see who knew me well
enough to call me by my first name in the fanciest, classiest shoe
store in town. I would have recognized that husky, sultry voice
anywhere.
"Have you got any thing new to show me this week?" she asked.
I thought to myself, it wouldn't matter anyway because what you
really want is to show me the same old thing, but I replied "Yes
Ma'am, we received over half of our Fall Line last week, maybe
you'll find something you like".
"Show me what you've got Ken, I feel an urge....to spend".
"Well if you'll just wait for a minute Mrs. Brown, I'll bring out
all of the new lines, they haven't been put out on display yet".
And with those words I rushed into the stock room.
"Remember Ken, I wear a 7AA" she called after me. How could
I forget, her shoe size is the same as my cock size when I have a
hard on, which I did, as always when Mrs. Brown comes shopping.
Mrs. Brown is what is commonly known as a flasher. The only
difference is that instead of running around in a rain coat, she
goes shopping for shoes in a dress, with nothing on underneath.
Now don't get me wrong, Mrs. Brown is a good customer. She is
faithful to our store and spends lots of her husbands money here,
and they have it to spend. Her hands are dripping with diamonds,
and there must be a good ten pounds of gold wrapped around that
milky white throat of hers. My only complaint is that she is a
cock tease. Unlike flashers who do it for shock value, Mrs. Brown
does it to tease. Every time she comes in to try on shoes, I
spend the rest of the day with a constant hard on!
I first met Mrs. Brown when her husband bought one of our
local companies about two years ago. What she does is not
unusual. People would be surprised at how many rich women like to
go pantiless. I guess it gives them some kind of thrill knowing
that they are naked under their dresses and skirts. They also
like to go braless and wear low cut blouses so that when they bend
over, nothing is left to the imagination. I'll bet that in the
six years that I've been working at this fancy shoe store, that
I've seen more gash and tits than anybody in any other profession
with the exception of doctors.
Anyway, the first time I met Mrs. Brown, I got a boner big
enough to stretch my pants uncomfortably, and that was before I
found out that she likes to flash her gash. She is about five
foot four and about a hundred and twenty pounds. I couldn't say
for sure but from other experiences, I'd guess her measurements
are about 34-24-32. As for the 34 part, it is definitely a C cup.
Her tits are about the size of grapefruits, and firm, hell
even if she didn't want to show them off she still wouldn't need a
bra.
Her nipples are usually stiff and the colour of caramel. How
do I know this? Well, when you sit on those little foot rests that
the customers place their feet on when you are putting their shoes
on for them, and they bend over to check the fit, you get a birds
eye view of all they have, if they want you to see it of course.
Most of these women would declare that they never realized this
before and of course deny that they do it intentionally, but you
know that they know by the secret smiles that they have on their
faces.
Back to Mrs. Brown though. The first time I laid my eyes on
her, I thought that I had died and gone to heaven. She didn't
walk into a room, she glided. Long blonde hair with a natural wave
in it that frames that beautiful face, and I know for a fact that
she is a natural blonde, unlike so many of my customers. Her skin
is the colour of milk with just enough tan to stop her from looking
pale.
I introduced myself that first day and since the first time
she flashed me, she won't let any one else wait on her. Oh, I
thought of giving it a try, but that's exactly what it remained, a
thought. Having dealt with these rich flashers before, I know that
they want to tease, not please the hired help, and yet she didn't
treat me like the others. She was friendly and polite, but like
the saying goes, "once burned, twice shy".
The first time I waited on her, I asked to measure her feet,
to which she replied "I want you to, but I'm sure you'll find that
they are a 7AA". Her dress that day was a pretty shade of pink
that complimented her skin, and it was short enough to show off a
perfect set of knees. Well, when I raised her foot to the stool
to measure her feet, her dress slid back to the top of her thighs
and God almighty I was staring right into the most beautiful pussy
I had ever seen. I looked up, into her pale blue eyes, and saw
she was smiling at me.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked innocently.
I looked down again, "No", I stammered, "nothing wrong at
all". Oh Christ, that beautiful golden triangle with just wisps of
light blonde hair barely concealing the treasure that lay behind.
As I stared, I saw that little clit of hers start to stand up and
tiny droplets of her sex juices forming on her labia. That was it
for me, I creamed myself. I shot a load of jism into the front of
my pants so hard that I thought for sure that it would run down my
pant legs.
I excused myself and hurried into the bathroom to clean up
what seemed to be gallons of cum. When I returned I brought out
boxes of shoes to hold in front of me, and to try and get my mind
off of what I had seen. The first pair she tried on, she didn't
even stand up in them. She just bent over to feel them with her
hands and that's when I saw those gorgeous breasts. Oh God, I
thought, why are you doing this to me. It hasn't even been ten
minutes and I'm, hard as a rock again. I didn't have to worry
though about having another accident because she said, "These
feel fine, I'll take them and come back next week for a few more
pair". I told her I'd be looking forward to it, and that it had
been my pleasure meeting her and serving her.
She did return the next week, and after that she came in
regularly about once every four to six weeks after that. Always
the flasher though. If she wasn't wearing a dress or skirt it
would be a baggy pair of tennis shorts and then she would be
forever opening and closing her legs so that I would catch
glimpses of that which I desired so much. Many was the night that
I would lay in bed fantasizing about what I would do to that
luscious body if I only had the chance. Then I would jack off and
go to sleep wishing. Little was I to know that one day my fondest
wish would come true.
Today was different. I don't know why, but I could feel it in
my bones and in my boner. She had a kind of glazed look in her
eyes and when she sat down in the chair she sort of leaned back in
it so that her ass came forward. I took my position on the stool
in front of her and held up a pair of open toe pumps for her
approval. She just smiled and said "Do you think that you can fit
me today Ken?" Then she raised her legs to the stool and I
watched as her dress slid back, as usual, and I tried discreetly
to sneak a glimpse of that beautiful cunt.
Holy shit! It was as naked as her ass. She had shaved her
entire twat. Fuck the job I thought! I just came right out and
told her that I would do anything for a taste of her nectar.
That's when she really surprised me. She told me that it had
originally started off as a game to her, but over the last year she
had started to want me so bad that she had to finger fuck herself
after every visit to the store. She told me that she just couldn't
seem to get me to make a play for her and that she was going to
stop at nothing to get me to say out loud what the bulge in my
crotch had been saying for the last two years. She said her
husband was out of town on a business trip, and that she had shaved
her bush just for me!
"I want you to fit me Ken, but not with shoes this time. I
want you to fit my pussy, a nice tight fit." I might have been
caught off guard, but I certainly was primed and ready. I told her
to go home and that I would be there in less than one hour. I went
and told the boss that I wasn't feeling well and that I was going
to call it a day. He said "You do look a little flushed, go home
and rest and we'll see you tomorrow".
I made it across town in record time, and after hiding my car
from nosy neighbours, I made it to her house. If that's what you
call a twenty room villa.
I snuck around to the back of her house as we had arranged,
and found her lounging by the side of the pool wearing a skimpy
bikini. "Mrs. Brown?" I said, cautiously, in case she had changed
her mind. "My name is Cynthia" she said. "I think that if we are
going to be lovers we should be on a first name basis, don't you?"
I said "Hello Cynthia" and then walked over and kissed her. Softly
at first, and then with the passion that months of lust had
created. The time for the game playing was over, and there was no
need for further talk. I pulled the strings on her bikini and for
the first time was able to truly admire the body that previously I
had only seen parts of. I stepped back to fully take in the beauty
before me. The soft contours of her luscious body, the swelling
breasts, and finally the slight rise of her public mound. It was
time for action.
I dropped to my knees and started to kiss that freshly shaved
pussy. I caressed it with my tongue and lips. I nibbled at it
with my teeth, and with every stroke of my tongue she spread her
legs farther and farther. She started to moan and I could taste
her nectar flowing fast on my tongue so I fastened my lips around
that clit and sucked it hard. "Oh Jesus" she cried, and with that
she exploded, spraying my face with her juices, and then she
collapsed on me.
I lowered her gently to the ground on the towel where she had
been laying and I tore off my clothes and with a hard on like I've
never had before, I slipped my throbbing cock into her quivering
gash. I was determined to make it last but she was already coming
again, and as she did she bit into my shoulder to stifle her
screams of ecstasy. For every thrust inward, she thrust back and
twice more she came before I let loose with a torrent of cum that
filled her so much that the excess dribbled out between us. We lay
together in a soft embrace for a while, still joined, and then she
rolled us both over and into the pool.
We spent the next four hours in the pool and beside it. In
the water I held her up as I ate her delicious cunt again and
again. She played bobbing for cock as time and time again she
would go under water and suck on my rod. We fucked in the water
and out of the water in every position imaginable until we were
both fucked out. We fell asleep cuddling each other and when we
woke up it was well after midnight.
Cynthia's husband is not due back for another ten days and I
have a weeks vacation coming. Cynthia has asked that I spend my
week with her. I said that nothing could please me more. I think
that I'm going to have a great vacation. It seems that Cynthia
and I have both found the perfect fit!
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