Hitting on Women Shopping Until... Part 1, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-04-27. Times viewed: 5082.
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- Intro: This guy learns you don't get sex from women you don't know unless you ask for it.
Part 1
Twenty-six year old Rob (Robertino) Stone had graduated from university with a predilection for older women as several of his female tutors had found to mutual advantage. When his parents moved to Spain to live in semi-retirement (his mum was Spanish) they signed over their home in Luscombe to their only child.
That left Rob with a problem because he was currently unemployed, not having found work since the company he’d been deputy operations manager with had gone into receivership. The home would be costly to run and anyway was too large for him and so he sold it and moved to a city where there were better job prospects.
Rob bought a smaller home in a new development when the national economic downtown had made property sales in most places sluggish and, being cash rich, he made a killing on the purchase. He upgraded his car to a new VW Tiguan SUV and had heaps of money over and that made him decided not to hurry to find employment.
The next day Rob went to the mall to begin stocking up his new kitchen. The house he’d purchased had been one of the show homes and so it already had electrical appliances, beds etc but the super big TV was not included and he had to buy one and a music centre and they had arrived the previous day and were installed.
He parked beside the vehicle of a woman with a great butt was struggling to unload a carton of tinned fruit from her trolley into the boot of her Vauxhall Zafira.
“May I assist your ma’am?”
The woman in her forties lifted from the trolley, red-faced and a boob half-out of her bra.
“Oh would you please,” she said, pushing the bulge back into place without bothering to turn away. Well it was only a tit.
Rob looked at the carton and said, “See ma’am, the problem is the carton had been pushed forward and is wedged. You are leaning on the trolley and so were attempting to lift the carton, the trolley and your own weight.
“Jennifer.”
“Pardon me?”
“My name is Jennifer, not ma’am although I am married. I think I know what you mean with that explanation. I am quite strong.”
“And well-built as well,” Rob said, not meaning to stare at her tits but she caught him at it and said, “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
“You have a great stack. I’m (his mind raced) Richard Livingstone.”
“Hi Richard. Perhaps you could transfer the carton into the boot of my vehicle.”
“Sure and that was my intention. I’ve not seen you shopping here before.”
“Nor me you,” she said airily. “It’s a large mall.”
He placed the carton into the boot and then picked up all the supermarket bags in one hand and placed them into the boot.
“God you are strong.”
“All cute females say that to a guy. You must be cute,” he smiled and saw her swallow deeply.
“Are you cruising the mall car park to pick up women?”
“God no, I’d be arrested wouldn’t I?”
“I really have no idea. It’s near noon, would you like a drink?”
“Sounds great.”
They went to a café and Jennifer ordered his larger and her red wine and he changed to red wine.
“Why the switch,” she asked, as the waitress left with the order plus a plate of mixed sandwiches.
“I thought you’d be choosing a cocktail or white wine and I drink neither and so thought beer but you seduced me when you said the merlot so throatily.”
Jennifer eyed him and asked, “Who are you Richard Livingstone.”
He told her he was new in town and had just purchased a replacement house and was taking a bit of a break before he looked for work.
They talked about the house and she asked about pictures and knickknacks.
“I haven’t thought about that stuff.”
“Actually they are essentials to give a house character and to reflect something of the owner’s personality.”
“I had no idea that was the case.”
“No but don’t be surprised. Men think things like that just happen. Would you like me to visit and advise you?”
Jennifer arrived next morning at 11:00 as arranged and said, “God this is a really beautiful small development and great houses.”
“Thanks come in. Um do I kiss you?”
“Yes we are friends,” she said, holding up her face.
They kissed. She smelt divine and Rob er Richard took her by the arm and walked from the driveway to the house.
“Oooh this place is compact and so beautifully finished with quality furniture and furnishings.”
“It was one of the three show homes and the saleswoman said no prospective buyer, of which there had been few, had expressed interest in this the smaller home.”
Jennifer sat on the double bed in the master bedroom and bounced a couple of times and said, “Oooh this is so comfortable. Kiss me darling.”
As he bent over to kiss Jennifer’s open mouth she groped him and squeezed. Jennifer had something else in mind beyond new home fitout for the time being, possibly a very messy time and with Rob-er-Richard about to learn to have sex in some other venue if he wished to avoid facing the clean-up.
“How are you going?” he asked but she couldn’t talk because her mouth was full.
For the next two months Rob prowled the city looking for the chance to strike it lucky with females who appeared to need assistance with a heavy lift, a broken shoe heel or had just tripped or were having difficulty with another woman and it looked as if a slap-up was about to start. In the one fiery female-on-female incident it happened to be a disagreement between two sisters about who locked the keys in the vehicle. One would have assumed it had been the driver but they couldn’t even agree on that. He took them home for the car owner to get a spare key but they had a threesome before he returned the driver to her car after dropping off her sister on the way back to the city centre.
At the end of two months of indiscriminate banging, Rob developed an itch and the doctor treated him for a reasonably minor STD. That rather shook Rob and he decided protection was mandatory but he decided while on a no-sex ban and on antibiotics to look for a job.
He searched that morning’s newspaper for job vacancies, had an interview at the small company in urgent need of an assistant accountant that afternoon and two days later began work for a small company based in a big old warehouse that made TV advertisements for low-budget clients of advertising agencies.
It was the practice at A. Arthur Mini Film Productions Ltd for office personnel to dress like the production and post-production people and that was casually. In fact he was briefed, “Never come to the office wearing a suit to avoid being sent home to change.”
He met the owner, Alison Arthur, and she appeared to be a loud-mouth, hard-eyed bitch and her son Gavin, who appeared gay, was general manager and appeared to run the business. Alison’s niece Faye, a thirty-year old was director of finance and clearly was run off her feet. She had great tits and looked exhausted.
She was married.
Damn.
But Alison’s grand-daughter Fiona, who looked incredibly sexy, was single and Rob or now Robert as he called himself in being associated with artistic-fringe media, guessed she would have more dates than a squirrel had nuts. But one of Robert’s assistants, who heard him sigh as Fiona walked by swaying her ass, said Fiona only ever dated females.
Damn.
Alice George, who managed accounts receivable invoices, looked in her late forties and Robert thought her tits were okay. She said helpfully, “If you are really hungry for it I could perhaps line you up?
Gee, he was almost free to resume activity, but she looked a bit too old for him. Forty-three had been his oldest woman to date.
“Um…”
“Mariah my eldest is a recent divorcee and moves back with Ted and me next month. Ted is my husband, not a dog.”
Robert laughed and Alice appeared to really like that.
Two weeks later he was tested for STIs, although had been told that wouldn’t be necessary by the time his treatment had ended. But Robert didn’t want any female sucking his dick if it wasn’t healthy.
The test results were all clear.
* * *
Almost six weeks after he’d started his job with the film-making company, a female called him one evening.
“Hi I’m Mariah Wiseman or Mariah George as I have reverted to calling myself. Mom says you are good looking and appear randy and you might be what I need.”
“What do you need?”
“As mum said crudely, I need an active length of cock. Um I usually don’t talk like that.”
“That’s okay. Let’s go out to dinner tomorrow evening.”
“Alternatively you could buy the things and I’ll come around and cook for you. I’d like to see your house because that will indicate to me your tastes and personality type.”
“Weren’t we meeting just to fuck?”
“Oh yes that too.”
He gave her the address.
“Ah Hillview is that pretty little development over-looking the lake. I had my first sex there where I was only… er my first sex.”
He laughed and said she sounded quite a character and she said thanks and her mum had said he had a great sense of humour.
“Why did you and your husband split?”
“I thrive on a good and busy social life, heaps of sex and plenty of laughs. The stupid sod thought I was putting on all that on as an act to attract a husband and would quickly settle down to become a quiet and dutiful wife.”
“Like a doormat?”
“God you do have understanding. What should I bring? Mum will drop me off.”
“A box of condoms.”
She cut the call, cackling.
Robert couldn’t believe this was happening to him. That woman seemed so damn compatible with him if only on the phone. So far, apart from his mum, he’d never been associated with an available female who appeared to tick off every box in respect of suitability.
Robert felt soft lips on his forehead as he stirred from a restful doze, a kiss that gave him the image of a prancing butterfly.
“Hi,” she said as he gazed into grey eyes of suitable mystique to interest him. Previously he’d only experienced eye mystique when stroking the face of horses. “I thought you were foxing but you too so long to complete you stirring that I judge it to be genuinely.”
“Hi and you have beautiful eyes. Grey is rare, probably bluish silver in full light.”
“You are observant and perhaps clever.”
“Only perhaps?”
“We’ll see.”
“Pull out a breast for me to kiss.”
She hesitated and asked did he really want her to do that?
He said no.
She smiled and said, “In that case…” and reaching into the soft neckline of her plain red dress pulled out a handsome milky white breast with two freckles and an incredibly beautiful pastel-pink nipple.
“You’d win an international contest for the most kissable breast.”
“Then lick it.”
“No.”
She frowned and said then he would disappoint her and so he licked it and looking up saw the colour tone of her face had darkened and he could now hear the sound of her breathing.
“God that was sexy. I’m Mariah in case you require confirmation of identity.”
“Welcome to the House of Robertino, never Rob unless you are angry with me.”
“Okay Robert, why were you dozing?”
“I was pacing around, anxious for you to arrive and said it myself this will not do. Sit back your chump and relax. I foolishly slid into repose after a couple of yawns and the rest is lost history.”
“Wow good imaging. Aren’t you going to ask me?”
“Um did you have a good day?”
“Yes you are a chump. You were supposed to ask did I bring them.”
“Ah yes. Did you bring condoms?”
“Yes.”
He went to sit up but she leaned her weight into him and said, “Stay where you are boyo. In this position you’re all mine and you will feel obliged to finish all sentences and try to speak with enlightened sophistication to impress me.”
“Do you like to fuck?”
“There,” she giggled. “That’s a perfect example of what I expected from you.”
He chuckled and she bent forward and kissed him deeply.
“Oh god, that was good,” he said as she pulled away and released him.
“Yes it was very good. Do you want me to walk around nude?”
“Just remove your dress. Keep your panties on because you might drip on the polished floor of the dining area.”
“Charmed I’m sure,” she said. “But I guess that was attempted humour. It’s difficult to read your eyes because they are so dark.”
“My mother is fully Spanish hence my eye colour, my olive skin and my temperament, especially in the presence of women.”
“And yet you can speak offensively about dripping on the floor?”
“Er my father’s English side comes through as well.”
She giggled and said, “You are a sly one Robertino and I bet that’s your real first name. He frowned and said she’d only use it to ask him to bang her passionately.”
He nodded, giving the impression he thought that was a great idea.
As she removed her dress he stood and gaped and said, “Christ you have a magnificent body.”
Her voice sounded husky when she said thanks.
Mariah undid his shirt front and moulded the shape of his torso with her hands. She removed his shirt and she eyed his excellent physique, saying nothing but he watched the eyelids flutter.
“Keep your pants on,” she said. “If I’m to be the cook I should not be diverted.”
She led him to the kitchen when Robert handed her a super chef branded apron.
The meal tonight is seafood pasta, the pasta is linguini. I can find you a recipe if…
“No it’s fine. I’ve cooked it often. Nothing else?”
“Only chocolate pears that I did for us last night and they are in the fridge and should come out fifteen minutes before serving. Shall we start with a dry Riesling and salted cashews?”
“Marvellous. Please put on some music with a little beat to it.”
He picked up a handpiece and pressed a button and a piece of that type of music began playing.
“We have that in common,” he smiled and she grabbed and kissed him.
As they finished clearing away he asked, “Will you stay the night?”
“Yes. I suggested to mom I would stay if I really liked you and ask you to drop me home on your way to work.”
“So you like me?”
“Oh yes and I notice you are being more than nice to me.”
“Fucking oath.”
She giggled.
(Next: The big finale)
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