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Mystery Flasher
by Phloighd (jroot@netunlimited.net)

***

A store clerk gets an eyeful from a pretty girl who 
likes to expose herself to strange men. (MF, voy, mast, 
tease)

***

"Hi," she said.

I looked up. She was leaning onto the information desk 
at the record and book store where I worked, and she 
smiled the perfect smile that beautiful women do so 
well. 

Though it was late and I was a bit tired, I immediately 
slipped into "helpful employee" mode (trying not to 
enter "helpful employee staring at gorgeous babe" mode, 
at least not yet). Fumbling a smile, I stood up from 
where I'd been hunting for a pen under the table, and 
tried to look helpful.

"What's your name?" she asked in a bright voice. Not a 
question I'd gotten before, and it threw me a bit.

"Jack," I answered after a second. "What can I do for 
you?" She looked down. "Oh, nothing," she said, flashing 
her eyes back at me momentarily, before pushing back off 
the desk, turning to look at the bestseller display. 
"What's popular this week?"

You, I'm sure, are popular with everybody, I thought. I 
let my gaze wander over her slim figure. I turn into a 
real pervert at work. The other guys I work with can get 
pretty raunchy, but I had only recently become a real 
woman watcher, and this job had let me do that quite a 
bit. Once I helped a girl whom I discovered wore no 
underwear; my coworkers and I had fallen over each other 
waiting for her to bend over the racks again.

This girl, however, was a true beauty. I'm a sucker for 
a pretty face, and hers had stunned me into near 
speechlessness: full red lips, deep green eyes and short 
dark red hair. Now my gaze traveled over her figure, 
slim at the waist flowing smoothly into her hips, with a 
high, perfect ass.

"Well?" she said, turning slightly to look at me. I 
almost jumped as my eyes jerked from her cheeks to her 
eyes, which drew me in as she smiled and walked back to 
the desk.

She leaned forward. "Were you looking at me?" she asked 
in a low voice. I had a great view of her breasts but I 
dared not look. Think, think.

"Uh, yeah, I think you had something on your back. Here, 
turn around." She grinned and turned, and I brushed some 
imaginary fluff from her lower back. "Some lint, or 
something. There, it's gone. Let's see, what's 
popular... Spice Girls, of course, and James Taylor, 
Celine Dion."

"Those are crap," she offered. "All that's good now is 
fuck tunes."

"Well, yeah," I stammered, "there's lots of good R&B 
stuff out now, like Maxwell and D'Angelo."

"That's what I like, stuff like that." She looked 
around. "Are you all by yourself back here?"

I shrugged. "Pretty much. We're short-staffed, and only 
have a few people to watch this big place. Everybody 
else is working in books."

"Hmmmmmm." She turned back to look at the displays. It 
could have been my imagination, but she seemed to stand 
so I would have a great view of her incredible body. The 
bra she wore was slightly too small, causing her breasts 
to bulge slightly in the blue t-shirt. The plaid skirt 
lifted and fell as she moved, short enough to show off 
her tanned legs. 

I was sure I was making a puddle of drool on the desk as 
I stood gazing at her. Maybe old enough to be a college 
freshman, maybe not. Did it matter? On the silk sheets 
in the bed of my heart, age didn't (and doesn't) matter 
much to me, and the possibility of anything happening 
was pretty slim.

My stupor was interrupted again as she turned back to me 
and strode back to the desk. She perched in the same 
position as before, giving me a teasing glimpse. "You 
were looking at me the other night, too, when I was here 
with my friends," she said in a conspiratorial whisper. 

Then I remembered seeing her, dressed in a similarly 
stunning green cotton sundress, with some other gorgeous 
young lasses. My buddy Rob had moaned at his inability 
to run into such beauties anywhere but work as I'd 
covertly gawked. Not as covertly as I'd thought, 
obviously. "Weren't you?" She was staring at me 
mischievously.

"Uhm..."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled ever so slightly. "Guys 
stare, it's what guys do when they see something they 
like, right? Believe me, I know..." She was looking me 
straight in the eye, and I felt like a bug on a 
windshield.

But I bit the bullet; what the hell. "Yes, I was 
looking. You are..." I groped for a word as her smile 
widened. "...very pretty."

Her eyes widened. "Pretty? Well, thank you, Jack. You're 
not too bad yourself." She turned again and bent over at 
the waist, reaching for something on the ground. My gaze 
was traveling up her legs when I caught her looking at 
me and grinning.

"Yes, you're very pretty." I was totally losing my grip, 
and I started babbling. "Yeah, I remember you and your 
friends... Me and my coworker were looking at all of 
you, but I was mostly looking at you."

She straightened and resumed her perch. "Uh huh. Don't 
you think it's, like, wrong to look at women that way? 
We're not objects, you know." Her smile was so fetching, 
a beauty to behold. Some women turn and hide their 
grins, and some are more bold, but she took the cake. 
Her smile was a tiger trap I would have gladly put my 
head into.

I frowned. "True, true. But sometimes you ladies seem to 
want us to look, right? Like you said, you know when 
guys stare at you. Obviously you like it."

"Uh huh. I do like it. I like it a lot." She squirmed a 
bit, rubbing her legs together. "Sometimes I think I 
like it too much..."

Mimicking her pose on the desk, I bent forward and 
matched her conspiratorial tone. "What do you mean?"

"Well," She bit her lip. "Sometimes when I get guys to 
look at me, I get really turned on..." She paused. I 
didn't say a word. "Sometimes I can't wait to touch 
myself. I mean, I can't wait until I get home... 
Sometimes I find a place where I can get away with it, 
and go ahead and do it."

"...Like where?" I prodded.

"Well, like the other night when my girlfriends and I 
were here... This older guy was near me in a row of 
books, and he was holding this book like he was reading 
it, but really he was looking at me... I was squatting 
down to look at the lowest shelf, and he was looking 
down my dress at my tits."

My erection, notably pushing against the front of my 
pants, pulsed at her words. I bent over further, hoping 
to disguise the bulge, but she couldn't see from where 
she was and continued.

"So, he's doing this pathetic job of pretending to read, 
I mean really staring, and I glance over and see his 
dick get hard. I mean, he was really showing. So I stood 
up and made to go by him, and I 'accidentally' brushed 
my hand against his crotch. I looked up at him really 
sweetly and said I was so sorry, and he practically 
bolted. I mean, I got this old fart all hot and 
bothered." She squirmed again. "...and that got *me* hot 
and bothered."

She stood up and moved away from the desk a bit. "All he 
wanted, right then, was to lift my dress...or this 
skirt..." She paused as she touched the hem of her 
skirt. My eyes were glued to her fingers as she lifted 
it slightly. "...rip off my panties..." I could see the 
barest hint of white panties. "...and fuck the shit out 
of me."

I bit my lip. My dick was a steel rod, poking painfully 
into the front of the desk. My brain wasn't taking any 
calls, and my eyes were glued to the gorgeous woman 
exposing herself.

Suddenly she dropped the skirt and grinned. "I'll be 
right back," she blurted. She turned and walked quickly 
towards the restrooms.

Realizing my mouth was open, I closed it and shook 
myself. What the hell was going on here? Surely this 
couldn't be legit. Was this some bizarre trick by 
management to get me fired? Was this some weird setup by 
my roommate to get a laugh?

Thinking fast, I dialed my buddy Jeff, stationed at the 
other information desk across the store. When he 
answered I spoke fast. "Did you see that gorgeous 
redhead in the blue shirt and plaid skirt?"

"No, I didn't... Where is she?"

Wait a minute, my brain screamed. You want to share this 
with someone else? What are you, an idiot? "She just 
left, I think. Man, you really missed it... She was 
truly butterscotch." "Butterscotch" was our term for a 
seriously hot woman.

"Aw, too bad. I have a customer, I have to go. But don't 
forget to make a closing announcement in a couple of 
minutes."

Crap, I thought, as I glanced at a clock and realized 
the time. The store would be closing in twenty minutes. 
"No problem," I said, and hung up. Fortunately, I'd 
finished most of the closing procedures and had little 
to do before making the closing calls. It was a few 
minutes early, but I went ahead and made the 15-minute 
announcement. Halfway through, she reappeared, walking 
towards me and smiling. As I hung up, she leaned forward 
on the desk again.

"You have a beautiful voice," she said, biting her 
finger.

I leaned forward again, and my nose caught the 
unmistakable scent of a woman's sex. I tried to suppress 
a grin and failed. She just smiled and sucked on her 
index finger.

"You really like being looked at, huh? It turns you on 
that much?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, it does. Especially when cute guys are staring... 
The kind I like staring at myself." The full-bore force 
of her look hit me like a baseball bat.

"Aw, give me a break... I'm not all..."

"Shhhh." She brought her finger to my lips. It was all I 
could do not to close my eyes and suck her finger into 
my mouth. It reeked of her juices, and smelled divine. 
"Don't get uptight about it, just accept it for what it 
is. There's lots of cute guys around, but you're 
interesting. And cute plus interesting, to me, equals 
sexy." My erection pulsed again as she stood up and 
twirled on one foot, her skirt flying up just a bit. "Do 
you think I'm sexy? Or just pretty?"

I closed my mouth again. "Oh, I would definitely have to 
say you're sexy. Very." She grinned and twirled again. 
"Very, very."

"Well," she said, dropping into a split on the floor, 
"do you like looking at sexy girls?"

I nodded vigorously.

She ran her hands up one leg. "Do you just like to look? 
Or do you like other things, too?" Her fingertips 
reached the hem of her skirt again, and teasingly 
brushed it upwards.

"I like all kinds of things," I stammered. "But I like 
everything about you."

Over the intercom I heard Jeff do the ten minute 
announcement in an annoyed voice. "We're closing in just 
a few minutes," I said. "All good things come to an 
end."

"Do they?" she said absentmindedly, as she brushed the 
skirt up another bit. "Do they have to?" She looked up 
at me.

"Nope, no way, uh-uh," I blurted.

She laughed. "You don't have girls flirt with you very 
often, do you? Do you like it?"

"I like it a lot. But I've never had anyone flirt with 
me like you. You're incredible."

She smiled and pulled the skirt up a bit more, bringing 
her leg around. Now her panties were fully visible; I 
could make out her lips through the thin material -- was 
that moisture I saw there? For several seconds, maybe 
minutes, my eyes traced the contours of those beautiful 
panties. 

But then she stood up and leaned over to me again. 
"Thank you," she said. "Now, any old fart can look down 
my dress and get a thrill," she said, touching the front 
of my shirt. "But some guys I let see a little more. 
Some guys I let actually do something. Maybe they can 
touch me..." She ran a finger over the back of my hand; 
her touch was electric. "Maybe I can touch them... But 
that's maybe," she said harshly, and she pinched my 
hand, hard. I grimaced... but nodded. "Maybe, if you're 
a good boy... But we'll have to see."

She looked around. "Who checks the bathrooms?"

I startled, then replied, "Anybody who volunteers... 
I'll do it."

She grinned. "Okay... I'll be the one you have to drag 
out, then. I'll see you in a few minutes."

She leaned forward and kissed me, easing her tongue into 
my mouth with a luscious swirl I lost myself in, and 
then she was gone, strutting towards the restrooms.

I quickly made a five minute announcement, then walked 
around the back of the store looking for stragglers. I 
found two, encouraged them to find what they were 
looking for and buy it, and gradually made the rounds, 
arriving at the other information desk.

Jeff was hunched over a magazine. "Are we clear yet?"

"Almost. There's two over in art; I think they're 
hunting for naked pictures."

"That's always fun. I'll go check the..."

"No, I'll do it, I'm on my way," I interrupted, moving 
to the restroom. I checked the men's room first and 
found it empty, then knocked on the women's room door.

"Anyone in there? It's time to go," I said. I heard a 
slight giggle, and my curiosity (and my cock) told me to 
go in, so I did. Opening the first two doors, I found 
them empty, but in the third stall she sat on the 
toilet, one leg on the handicapped bar and one on the 
floor. Her fingers were moving in and out of her bare 
pussy; I could hear them slurping slightly as she did 
it, staring right into my eyes and smiling.

I stood there and stared as she masturbated, bringing 
her other hand to rub her clitoris. Her eyes narrowed as 
she looked at me. "Time to go?" she finally asked.

"Yep." I didn't move. She dropped her leg to the floor, 
and grabbed her panties. With her legs wide open and 
still looking me in the eye, she wiped her panties over 
her sex, even pushing part of it into her before 
standing, walking to me and placing them in my hand.

"I'll be back to see you soon," she said. She pushed her 
body into mine; I felt her breasts rub delightfully 
against me, and smelled her heavenly aroma. She looked 
fetchingly up at me again. "But not tonight. I have 
things to do tonight, okay?"

"Alright, but come back soon, okay? I'll be good, I 
promise."

"Of course you will, if you ever want any of this," she 
said, moving my hand to her crotch. It was hot and wet, 
and I instantly moved a finger inside of her. She 
shuddered, but pushed me away.

"I'll see you," she said, and pushed past me and out the 
door. I almost ran after her, but realized I had her 
panties in my hand. I quickly shoved them in my pocket 
and ran after her, but she was out the front door.

Jeff approached behind me. "Damn, was that the chick you 
were talking about? Man, she was fine."

"Yeah," I nodded stupidly. "Yeah."

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