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This I wasn’t ever supposed to see. Why I went inside
in the first place, I don’t know for sure. I love my mom, I really do, and
I wanted to buy her something well special…really special and to put
things straight my affections for my mom aren’t what you’d think. They’re
just like any one else’s- simply a mom-son relationship which anybody has
and that is that. But I maybe I was misguided in my search also thinking
I’d like to buy her jewelry, but I didn’t have the proper amount of money
for that. Still I had to let her know how much I truly loved her, so I
thought, what would be the next best thing?
The next best thing, I figured, would be something nice, something pretty
and something way out, but what did I know? I knew where to go for one and
once there, I headed right for the place I had in mind. I made a b-line
for it. It’s the best lingerie store around. You know the one. Yep, that’s
it. It’s very popular…the one you always see advertised in all the Sunday
newspapers and other days too sometimes.
I walk to the place and get this. Guess who is there when I arrive? I saw
her in there… Of all people, all women…guess who is in there trying on
stuff? When I saw her and I mean literally, really truly saw her in there,
I could not believe my eyes. I stopped and froze and I literally gawked at
her. The nice thing was she could not and did not see me. Not for a long
while she didn’t.
When I casually strolled in I was amazed at all the different and unique
women’s uhhh…under garments? That’s what I’m calling them. Either way they
were placed the way they should be… Mesmerizing and enhancing my
imagination a little too much, I think. The store slowly had me tingling
and excited as well as it had me wishing two things at first. First, I
wish I had a girlfriend and secondly, I wish I had lots more money. I
didn’t. I awkwardly walked through the store, looking left, looking right.
The place was an exotic jungle containing silks and satins and cottons and
too many erotic items simply lying around for a guy like me to stare at.
Like I said, I was captivated by this place.
Entranced in it all I didn’t hear some pretty voice say “May I help you?”
But that’s when I noticed her. Not the girl behind the voice who asked if
she could help me, but the woman in the back of the store. I knew
her…still do in fact. I saw her just outside the dressing rooms. I froze.
I stared. I cocked my head and eyes hard towards her. Putting on an odd
face, I knew the lady. She was looking at herself. She had something on
she must have been trying on. She was looking at her body. I was…ohhh
god…I was looking at her body too. I saw stuff…parts of her I shouldn’t
have seen, I think. With that long and thick curly hair and her soft
pretty eyes and skin which glowed too... This woman with her honey brown,
caramel toned skin made my loins weep inside.
Ohhhhhh my god! It was her… My own teacher! And ohhh my god, yes ohhh
shit… I never ever imagined my teacher to be as…so…wow…hot and…and…sexy…in
my entire lifetime. But she was. I mean…is and I suppose all I did was…was
gawk at her.
“May I help you?” I heard again from behind me.
“No that’s all…right” I told her not even looking at her. “Uhhh…I’m just
umm looking” I added without looking at the clerk.
“She is very pretty isn’t she?” I heard her say.
I nodded while still gawking at the woman in the back. But finally I
looked at the girl who was speaking to me. She was a young woman, much
like me, who was equally pretty as Ms. Mathers, my teacher. Wow, I
thought. Tall and almost as tall as me and confident and pretty and she
had these soft brown eyes too. Her hair was long and light brown and it
seemed silky. Her whole body was cute too as if she was a former athlete.
She smiled at me as if to acknowledge my awareness of her youthful beauty.
She nodded, looked away at first, but looked right back into my eyes as if
to tell me “Thank you.”
“Do you know her?” the young lady, my age said. I loved her confidence.
I nodded but still gawked at my teacher in the back. Pausing initially, I
finally told her softly “She’s my teacher.”
“Ooooooohh” the girl said. Her tone was seductive, quiet. “Now this puts
you in an interesting position…doesn’t it?” she asked. I turned and looked
at her. A playful smile had settled in on her.
I nodded again, still gawking at my teacher. Unaware of my presence still,
the clerk stood watching me while I stared at my teacher looking at
herself in the mirror deciding whether or not she liked the piece she had
tried on. My teacher who is a very light skinned or caramel toned woman
had developed unending beauty suddenly that day at the mall. I’ve never
ever seen such beauty in all my classes I’d taken. Okay, we all agreed our
teacher is pretty, but if and when you saw her the way I saw her that day
in the lingerie store and the way I happened upon her in THAT piece she
was trying on… OHHHHH MY GOD…ohhh shit…wow!
I could not believe my eyes. All of a sudden I felt a thunderous pumping
through my heart. I was watching a woman, an exquisite and beautiful woman
with incredibly amazing angelic features aways away from me turning and
looking at her own body as she turned to decide if she liked herself in
the piece she was trying on. And my answer? Ohhh god yes…yes… Buy it, keep
it, and wear it in class. Feel sexy, appear sexy even if none of us will
ever see you in it, I was telling myself.
“Mmmmm, she sure does look pretty doesn’t she?” I heard the pretty clerk
ask. I nodded but hadn’t taken my eyes off her yet. “You’ve heard it isn’t
nice to stare is it?” she told me. I turned, looked at the clerk as she
stood facing my and my teacher, who still didn’t know I was in there
gawking at her. “Plus you know…she’s a little out of your league right?” I
said yes. I told her I never had any intentions…but never finished my
sentence. She giggled, quietly. That was when I noticed how cute and
actually sexy the clerk was. Wearing a dipped top, she too was showing off
her slightly minuscule boobs. “Do you like this top? Is it something you
might buy for someone?” she asked noticing I had looked at her tits. I
nodded then looked back towards where my teacher was. She was gone.
“Yes, I do like it, but it would be for my mother. It’s for her birthday.
I’d love to get her something like that…maybe another color but” and then
I saw something out of the side of my eyes. I turned and looked. “Ohhhhhh”
I said maybe a little too loud. That’s when she turned. My teacher turned.
She saw me. I saw her. She looked at me. I looked and I looked at her. She
realized I’d seen her in another illicit outfit. It was a Baby-doll, a
black one with red molded like cups around her boobs and I gawked at her
never-ending sensuous beauty. She smiled, waved, and it took me a second,
but I waved back smiling then gulping a smile back at her. Both the clerk
and I saw my teacher…ohhh yes, my own teacher wink at me as she did this
slow burning-inside-my-loins seductive turn for me or for herself. I don’t
know, but she left me with an unending impression. I had to think fast and
again before I knew it she was gone into the back dressing rooms. She came
out but dressed this time.
“Hiiiiiiii Randy” she called out. “How are you?” she said.
“You okay?” the clerk added adding to the suspense mounting wildly within
me.
I gulped and nodded. Finally saying hi to Ms. Mathers, I saw her walking
towards me. She wore an incredible smile. Her eyes never looked lovelier
then that moment. It was then that I noticed how exciting her thick long
kinky light brown hair was. Flowing the way it did along with that smile
of hers began to rivet me. In conjunction with those visions of her
“modeling” the pieces of lingerie, my heart went wild for my teacher. All
of a sudden I wanted something I never imagined was possible. I wanted Ms.
Mathers, I think. I wanted her like nothing I’ve ever wanted in my entire
life. The clerk, having disappeared to the counter, left us alone to do
something. Ms. Mathers, my heart and loins, and I were left to discuss her
and her possible modeling career.
What could or should I say?
Ms. Mathers, her face glowing, helped me answer my question. “Randy, did
you agree with my two choices?” Her tone was sweet, but it was blunt.
Instinctively I nodded. My heart was racing. I felt flushed, hot, and way
too riotous inside and I have to admit that my loins were unsure of how
they felt about it all. They swelled. They deflated. They almost ruptured
as they swelled again. I even gawked at her while she was fully clothed.
For the very first time in my entire life I realized my semi-boring
teacher was not boring. She has one tremendous body. I heard something
telling me in the back of my head “You want her. You want to hold her
hand. You want to be…her friend…her close personal, no intimate friend.”
I shook my head and blinked my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing
myself say. “Are you alright Randy?” I heard someone ask. I shook my head
again blinking my eyes. I think I repeated myself saying yes to her. Then
I felt something. She reached out. Yes, Ms. Mathers reached out and
touched my arm. She rubbed it. “It’s okay Randy. All women enjoy a little
luxury in their lives and that goes for me too.” I felt my cock swelling
again. Ohhh shit… say that again I thought. “Really we enjoy shopping for
luxuries like this” she told me and paused before adding “even your
mother, I’d gather, enjoys doing a little shopping of this nature…isn’t
that why you’re here anyways?”
Not any longer” I accidentally told her. “I think I came to see you.” I
couldn’t believe it. I said that? I said that to my teacher? No way. I
didn’t say that. Nooo way…uh uhhh I couldn’t have just said that, I
thought. “I’m…uhhh…I’m umm sorry” I told her trying to back peddle and
apologize to someone I respected and still do. I wasn’t even paying
attention to the fact that during this time, behind her was that clerk and
she was smiling and winking at me. In fact, I think she gave me a thumbs
up.
“It is alright but this secret must stay here… between us and I will do
anything…anything to keep nasty secrets like what you saw from spreading
throughout the school honey. We don’t want any of that spreading do we?
What may I do to help you keep all this quiet?”
“He’s looking for a sweater…a top…like this” she said from behind.
We both looked at her. She was smiling and proud to be a part of the
conversation as if she’s experienced it before. Ms. Mathers, a 28 year old
single woman, offered to help me instead of the clerk. The clerk smiled
and shrugged her shoulders. I felt uncomfortable, but when my teacher
looked around she told me to follow her to a remote location of sweaters.
We looked at them and Ms. Mathers stood close to me, too close I thought,
and that’s when I smelled it- an aroma, slight as it was, infusing itself
into my nostrils. I sniffed some more trying not to let on I smelled this
wonderful, blissful scent. Uhhh ooooooohh mmmmm…talk about a woman you’d
never expect to be as gorgeous and as sexy as the one I discovered on that
Saturday smelling the way she did. Oh boy…wow, I wanted to turn and tell
her how magnificent she smelled, how…how sexy it made her seem in addition
to her letting me see her in those two pieces I initially saw her in.
My reflexes were reacting horribly. I kept bumping her. She didn’t move
when I did. I said I was sorry for bumping into her. She said nothing like
“that’s alright” or “don’t worry” or “I don’t mind it.” None of that…it
was as if she expected me to accidentally bump into her. Finally we picked
out a top I liked. And then another I liked, but it was not my mother I
was seeing in them. It was Ms. Mathers.
“So you think she’d like this?” she finally said. I wanted to inch closer,
all of a sudden, saying yes and nodded my head. “Me too” she added. “Hmmm,
maybe I should buy one” putting emphases on the “I should” part. “But on
my salary, well I’ll just have to wait until another paycheck. You have
great taste, Randy” she told me.
I gulped and thanked her. We bid goodbye to one another. And that day, I
came to love her I think. I think I fell in love with my teacher. I began
thinking about her all the time. I wished we were together all the
time...as friends, as lovers even, or who knew…what else was there? The
school week would begin in another day. Then what would happen?
I became enthused about all the possibilities even though I was only 19,
to be 20 in eleven months, and she was… I didn’t know, maybe 26 or 27? In
many ways, I am old for being 19. I am older then my classmates. I am
athletic although I no longer played sports due to knee injuries, but how
she handled me made me become more then infatuated with her. I was head
over heals for Ms. Mathers. She and that clerk were the only two who saw
me behave this way. Ms. Mathers left. I didn’t want her to. My eyes,
attention followed her out as she walked away.
And for the very first time I saw what she really looked like from behind.
Sweet damn she looked fine I told myself. “Nice behind too huh…if I
thought I stood a chance, I might ask…” I heard behind me. The clerk never
finished her sentence. I bought the two tops and somehow got a date with
the older girl. How lucky is that?
But I could not get Ms. Mathers, or more to the point, her body, off my
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