Everything about the stunning platinum-blonde customer turned me on. I watched her surreptitiously as she waited her turn in line

She was dressed all in black, with shiny leather boots that disappeared beneath a long, lace-edged skirt. How high up did those boots go? I wanted to know. Unlike the rest of the customers in line, she wasn’t on a phone. She simply waited, and every so often, she’d look at me.

Her eyes were a dark blue ringed in cobalt mascara. They were striking, and I felt when she looked at me that she knew me, knew my fantasies, knew that I imagined going on my knees in front of her and ever so slowly raising the hem of her skirt. There was a challenge in her eyes, as if she was saying, “You up for it, boy? Do you dare?”

I did. I dared. When I passed her the... Read More