Watch Me (An Erotic Short Story)

by Rachelle Vaughn

  That watch salesman had better make his move by the end of the day.

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  The mall customers were starting to clear out, so Ethan tried to concentrate on his Car and Driver magazine. The article about the newest Ferrari model captured his interest, but not as much as the beauty in the lingerie store. Ethan found himself reading a paragraph and then glancing up to see what she was up to now. He looked up just in time to see her take a red bra and panties and slip into the dressing room.

  Ethan closed the magazine and slapped it onto the counter. What the hell was she doing in there?

  It wasn’t fair. He was stuck at the kiosk and she was in the dressing room doing God only knew what. He wanted to abandon his post and go over there, yank open the door and catch her red-handed. But he couldn’t. He had a job to do and besides, this was a tremendous exercise in self-control.

  A few agonizing minutes later, she came out and looked across the mall directly at him. Her lips curved into a sultry smile and he knew she had a secret.

  Ethan gripped the edge of his chair to keep from walking right over into her store and taking her right there on the counter. He shifted on his stool and reached up to massage the back of his neck.

  This woman is going to be the death of him.

  * * *

  Lana shut the dressing room door behind her, looked out at the watch kiosk and smiled at the salesman. She put two fingers in her mouth, sucked them and watched his eyes bulge out of his head. She pulled her fingers out with a pop and winked at him. He jumped in his seat and she chuckled to herself. It was awfully fun keeping him on his toes.

  Satisfied by his reaction, Lana sauntered back to the counter. She leaned over on her elbows, gave Ethan one hell of a view of her cleavage and tapped her fingers on her chin.

  Wonder what she could find to entertain him with next…

  * * *

  At just past eight o’clock, one hour until closing time, when she decided to undress the mannequin in the display window, Ethan thought he’d lose his mind.

  The mall was practically deserted now and there were only a handful of shoppers left wandering the concourse. Luckily none of them seemed to notice the sexy striptease happening in the lingerie store window.

  No one but Ethan noticed how she slid off the mannequin’s bra and slowly ran her fingers over its chest and arms. It was amazing how a woman could look so incredibly sexy taking someone else’s clothes off. Hell, what would she look like stripping her own clothes off for him?

  Next, she cupped the mannequin’s breast and “pinched” its nipples. Ethan growled low in his throat.

  She looked from side to side to make sure the coast was clear and then snaked her hand down between the mannequin’s legs and under its thong. She let her hand linger there and Ethan bit down on his tongue. The girl was practically making love to plastic and it was making him hard as a rock.

  A family with two young children walked by and she proceeded to innocently remove the thong from the mannequin. When the family was out of sight, she slowly dressed the mannequin in a new skimpy red bra and thong set.

  Never had it been so sexy to watch a woman put clothing on.

  When she was finished, the mannequin looked sexy, but it didn’t hold a candle to the flesh and blood woman standing next to it with the dangerous curves and pouty lips.

  She smiled through the window at Ethan and spread her arms out as if to say ta-da!

  Ethan smiled back and gave her a silent golf clap.

  In return, she bowed and curtsied and he laughed in spite of himself. When she walked by the mannequin, she reached out, pulled at the elastic waist of the thong and let it snap back into place. Ethan jumped in his seat and his hard-on raged to the point where he didn’t know how much longer he could take before he burst.

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  Chapter Five

  At nine o’clock, Ethan closed up shop and secured the security cover over the kiosk for the night. Across the way, the woman was struggling to pull down the security gate to the lingerie store.

  For a minute, or longer (he wasn’t exactly sure because he was temporarily mesmerized) he watched her struggle, straining on her tippy toes, reaching up for the gate. She grabbed it, started to pull down and it stuck. She let out a huff, blowing her bangs from her eyes.

  Ethan couldn’t help but notice her tee shirt had inched up, revealing the waistband of her jeans. They sat so low on her hips that he thought he might catch a glimpse of her underwear.

  What color would it be? Would she be wearing something lacy and skimpy or something soft and cottony? Did it even matter?

  Then she reached up again and her shirt inched even higher, revealing a tantalizing strip of skin. He licked his lips and wondered what her skin tasted like. After the day he’d had, he wouldn’t mind licking her all over starting right between her...

  Ethan sucked in a few calming breaths and walked over to help her, his erection straining against his zipper.

  “Need some help?” he asked her backside.

  She whipped her head around at the sound of his voice. Her face was flushed and she was panting from her tug-of-war with the stubborn gate.

  The color in her cheeks made him wonder what she would look like after sex. Would an orgasm flush her cheeks and neck the same way? Would her lips part when ecstasy claimed her? Would she whimper and sigh with pleasure or would she cry out for the whole world to hear?

  God, she looked even prettier up close. Flecks of gold swam in her moss green eyes. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks. It looked like she tried to cover them up with makeup and blush, but they were there all the same.

  Ethan’s dick throbbed, begging to be released from the confines of his jeans. His eyes moved down her body and he caught a glimpse of her bare mid-riff. Her shirt was still hiked up from when she had reached her arms up over her head to close the gate. She stood still under his gaze and didn’t move to pull it back down into place.

  Ever so slightly, she turned her body toward him and her belly button piercing peeked out. Inside was a sparkly diamond butterfly. Christ, he wasn’t prepared for that. He wasn’t prepared for the little diamond winking at him.

  He bit down on the tip of his tongue to stop the urge of leaning down and flicking his tongue around it. He forced himself to look back up at her eyes and she smiled at him.

  “Yeah. Thanks. I think it’s stuck.” She turned back to the gate, reached up again and demonstrated. Her breasts rose up, bringing the tee shirt even further up her torso.

  Ethan stood behind her in agony. Between her hair and her skin and her sweet fragrance, he felt his self-control start to slither away. One step forward, one measly little step, and he could easily put his arms around her waist and meld their body heat together.

  Ethan stepped forward but kept his hands at his sides. Before he had the chance to reach up for the gate, she leaned back against him. Her bottom pressed against the front of his jeans and he sucked in a breath.

  His entire body stiffened as her warmth seeped through his thin shirt. Her body was so soft against his.

  Ethan reached up and removed the clip from her hair and her long locks cascaded down her back in shiny waves. She flipped her hair over her shoulder just like he’d seen her do a million times in the store. Except this time, he was close enough to smell her shampoo. Apples. Juicy, crisp, green apples.

  He ran his fingers through the silky strands and she made a sound of pleasure in her throat.

  “You were watching me today,” she said breathlessly.

  He closed his eyes and breathed in her delicious scent. “Yes,” he said into her hair.

  “I liked it.”

  He smiled to himself and swept her hair to the side, revealing the smooth skin of her neck. Gently, with a restrain he didn’t know he had, he kissed the sensitive skin below her ear.

  Lana sighed. The contrast of the cool air inside the mall with his warm breath on her neck made her shiver.

  He pressed his lips
lower down her neck and when he came to her shoulder, he pulled her shirt away and nipped at the sensitive skin there.

  She moaned, pushed back against his hard chest and wiggled her butt against his zipper. “Come on,” she said and pulled him into the store.

  Ethan easily pulled down the security gate behind them, because it was never stuck in the first place, and followed her inside.

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  Chapter Six

  Lana grabbed Ethan’s hand and led him into the dressing room. She barely stepped inside before he had her pinned up against the wall. His mouth crushed down on hers, punishing her for the long day of torture.

  It was a hungry kiss. It was greedy and demanding and full of all the pent-up longing he’d endured because of her.

  Lana parted her lips and he swept his tongue inside. He caressed her tongue with his own, driving her into a frenzy of need. She ran her hands up under his shirt and scraped her nails over his hardened nipples.

  He growled like a wild animal and ripped his shirt off over his head. Her fingers were already at the waist of his jeans, popping the button free and pushing down the zipper. The jeans slid down to bunch at his ankles and he kicked them off along with his shoes. He gasped when she ran her hand over his length through the thin fabric of his boxers.

  Wasting no time, Lana tugged at the elastic waistband and his cock sprang free. He was long and hard and she licked her lips at the sight of him. She sank to her knees and looked up at him with hooded eyes. He whimpered as she curled her fingers around the base and slid him into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the shaft, she slid forward until the tip bumped the back of her throat. She slid back and started all over again, moving her lips along his skin.

  Ethan’s body clenched tight, the tension building deep in his muscles. He grabbed a handful of her hair and with the willpower of a saint, pulled out of the wet, warmth of her mouth and yanked her up.

  “Take off your clothes,” he said.

  Lana pulled her shirt over her head and there it was. The red bra she’d taken into the dressing room earlier. It was identical to the one she had put on the mannequin but it looked a hell of a lot hotter on her.

  Slowly, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid down the zipper. A smile spread across her lips and he fisted his hands at his sides. She was drawing out every movement on purpose just to torture him.

  He folded his arms over his chest and waited. She shrugged, turned around and peeled off her jeans with a shimmy and a shake of her voluptuous ass.

  Sweet Jesus, she was wearing the matching thong, too. Ethan gulped and he found himself kneeling down to have a closer look. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the triangle of fabric sitting right above her ass crack. He exhaled and his hot breath caressed between her legs.

  She squirmed and he stood back up, turned her toward him and kissed her. They explored each other’s mouths and sucked and nipped each other’s lips.

  Ethan reached down and slid his palm over her mound, pushed the scrap of material aside and plunged two fingers inside her. Just like he’d hoped, she was already wet for him and more than ready to welcome his cock inside.

  Lana gasped and dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

  “When you changed into these earlier, did you touch yourself?” he bit out.

  She pulled back and searched his face but didn’t answer.

  He shoved his fingers deeper and she cried out. She was tight and, oh, so wet. “Did you?”

  “N-no.” Her voice caught, but he knew she was telling the truth.

  Slowly, he slid his fingers in and out, the friction building up the orgasm lurking inside her.

  “Did you pinch your nipples and think of me?” he asked gruffly.

  “No. I thought of you, but I didn’t touch myself. I promise.”

  “Good,” he said, sounding pleased.

  He pulled out his fingers and slapped her on the ass. “That was for flirting with those other men today.”

  Lana let out a squeal of delight and he swatted the other cheek. “And that was for your little mannequin striptease.”

  She clung to him and giggled, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest. “I thought you might appreciate that.”

  “Damn it. You had me so hard today it hurt.”

  “Good,” she said smugly and patted his cheek. “Here’s your reward.” Lana turned around, bent over and planted her legs wide apart.

  Ethan smoothed his hands over her now rosy cheeks, spread them apart and slid his cock deep into her heat. Her muscles closed around him like a fist and he shuddered. Grabbing her by the hips, he pumped inside her one, two, three times. He eased out slowly and paused to catch his breath.

  Lana moaned and pushed back against him, burying him to the hilt. He pulled out, she pushed back and he watched as his cock disappeared into her again.

  Ethan reached around, found her clit and gently stroked the sensitive nub. She put her hand over his and guided him with just the right amount of pressure.

  Her pussy squeezed tightly around his sex. When he finally lost control and gave into his need, he knew she would milk him for all he was worth. His balls tightened up close to his body and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  “Wait,” he grunted and stilled his hips. Just as fast as he’d entered her, he pulled out again and spun her around to face him. His cock bobbed between them, glistening with their juices.

  Taking her from behind was sensational, but seeing those beautiful tits in his face while he slammed into her would be even better.

  She whimpered at the feeling of emptiness. Before she could protest, he shoved her up against the wall.

  “I want to see your face when I come inside you.”

  He yanked down the bra’s lacy cups and her breasts spilled out. He bent down and gave them equal attention, sucking one nipple to a hard point and then the other until they were both shiny with his saliva.

  Ethan cupped her buttocks and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles in place. He slid into her opening and Lana’s eyes fluttered closed.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  Her eyes flew open and she smiled at him.

  He smiled back and continued pumping into her with quick, deep strokes. Their bodies slapped together inside and out.

  The friction was delicious and fingers of satisfaction curled in his belly. His skin beaded with sweat and she started to slide out of his grip, but he held tight using the wall as leverage.

  “Oh, Ethan!” she gasped.

  Her orgasm crashed over her, causing her inner muscles to contract around him, bringing him to the brink.

  With a final thrust, he joined her in his own release and emptied himself into her quivering center with a grunt. “Lana!” he groaned.

  Her limbs went limp and he lowered them down onto the bench seat. He smoothed her hair from her face and kissed her temple.

  Lana nuzzled into his neck and let out a contented sigh. “I’ve wanted you to do that all day.”

  “Mmm,” he murmured.

  “It just about killed me to wait around all day, wondering when you were finally going to come over and ravish me,” she said. “You never told me when it was going to happen.”

  “Believe me, I wanted to hours ago, but there were too many people around. I think it was a good idea, though.”

  She giggled and playfully punched his arm. “It was your idea, Ethan.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed smugly. “It was even better than that time at your sister’s wedding.”

  She smiled at the memory. “So, what are we going to do tomorrow?”

  “I don’t know yet. Let’s talk about it on the drive home.”

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  About the Author

  Rachelle Vaughn loves reading and writing all genres of romance, attending rock concerts and watching entirely too much television.

  She lives in California where she is at work on her next novel.

  Visit
her website at rachellevaughn.com.

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