GREAT day at the mall today... In case I haven't mentioned it, about a month ago I got a job at one of my favorite clothing stores in the most upscale and popular of our local malls. As such, I am treated each workday to the occasional eyeful. Sadly, most girls I could appreciate walk right by, probably favoring the Gap upstairs over our (psst--better, more varied, and less hip-for-a year-or-so) merchandise...or Abercrombie next door, a store for which I'm certain at least one soul was sold to the Devil...anyway, today the mall was *swamped* with hotties, even for a summer Saturday, and many of them actually tracked in and around our store.
First of all, I should mention for future reference that our store has a great location for me in that we are located next to Abercrombie, which draws some major babes to their crumpled, overpriced clothing and their throbbing techno and their plaid carpet. Also because we are near an escalator which provides the only travel between the upper and lowel levels in our wing, which means almost everyone passes by at some point. And because Vicki's Secret is around the corner. And--my favorite-- our store is positioned just so that one can peer up from the **103** or front windows and see worm's eye views of some killer butts and magnificent bustlines passing (or smushed against) the glass balconies of the upper level. Now that I've said that, I don't have to repeat it in future posts.
Some great sightings today. Mall's much better for butts than boobs this year, but it's coming along. Early on, worm's eye view of a second-level shopper I'm gonna label roughly an F stretching a black Lycra top so tight you could almost hear the fabric screaming in pain. A loose, possibly completely unsupported water-balloon full C or D in a yellow-and-orange horizontal-striped tee giving amazing bounce. A bimboesque teen of about 5'2" with C's or D's that looked the size of grapefruits on her small body. A bronzed brickhouse of possibly Latin or Italian blood with dense DDs and an ass of equal quality with some dude who looked like he could be a bouncer somewhere. A blonde older teen with sexy legs longer than the national deficit climbing up and up and up into a bubblegum pink miniskirt, where they supported a literal shelf ass that jutted suddenly out from the line of her back like a plump Christmas ham. There was a girl who looked about 19 and had 'bad girl' written all over her decked out in virginal white from head to toe, or rather, from the top of her stuffed, playfully bouncing braless halter to her bare midriff, and then from some dangerously low part of her deliciously squishy ass to the flared ankles of her tight ultra low-rise Lycra pants. There was also a stunning girl about my age with
amazing eyes, in the store with her parents, small-breasts but great legs and ass, who flirted with me for about ten seconds before her parents yanked found what they came for and yanked her on to the next store as I called out for her to come back and see me. And a sweet, to-die-for brown sugar honey with a complexion and an angelic face like Stacey Dash (from
Clueless) contrasted with the kind of shimmering green eyes that could make a man bare his soul. (Ha, I sound like a hard-boiled P.I.) Take that face, and put it with perfect C's, and hourglass hips, butt that was so nice, so round, that I'm not finding words to describe it, and you can see why I didn't mind waiting behind her at Chick-Fil-A for fifteen minutes.
But that wasn't the best part. The BEST part was when I saw one of my inspirations. One of my muses. One of the pairs that keeps me going, two of the BIGGEST reasons I love huge breasts now even more than I did two or three or four years ago. Remember the lusty main subject of
my post about rapidly-developing teens--the
MASSIVE hypertrophy-stricken sex bomb with the boobs of my dreams? ::Giddy grin:: I saw her today...she was in my mall...and perhaps the best thing about it was that it was a total surprise.
Being a both a dedicated employee and a clever, relentless breast fanatic, I committed myself to a few hours meticulously rearranging a large display near the front of the store, where I had a prime view of everything at eye level and on the floor above. I stand there, folding, when I give a casual glance out the door at a lovely behind and then move my eyes to the girl behind her. Incredibly enough, the first thing I saw was her face. And I stared at that sexy-as-hell face for several seconds, making sure it was her. And then my first thought must have been WAVE AT THE BOOBIES!!!!! because it really didn't seem like me when I dropped everything I was holding on the table, grinned like an idiot, and waved frantically to her. It was then her turn to stare at
me for several seconds while she tried to figure out who I was. I expected nothing less, as we've only talked maybe three times and here I am waving to her from 60 feet away. There was an epiphany look, followed by her hot smile and equally frantic waving, during which I was so depressingly grateful she realized who I was that I forgot to check out the quivering while her arm jerked about.
I was given a bit of extra gawking time as I noticed her waving then turn and wave to someone else. I followed her gaze to, by some wild luck, two hot (and infamously slutty) Sri Lankan (I think) girls in her grade. They met in the middle of the hall and hugged (reeeal nice), and I spent the remaining time drooling, I think. Our friend with the basketballs in her bra (no kidding, maybe bigger) was wearing a blue-and-wine striped polo drawn tight over her commanding breasts (but really, what isn't when she wears it?) and tucked into small khaki shorts--and damn if she doesn't have
great thighs. This is also when I noticed, sadly, that she was accompanied by some thickish twenty-something wily-eyebrowed loser-looking fellow whose tufty goatee appeared to be readying itself to mimic Castro's beard. She seems like someone who likes to hang out at the mall now and again, so I'm hoping really really hard I'll see her again soon. She didn't stop in, but then of course she was with that weird-looking dude and then her friends. Hoping also I can lure her in next trip. Maybe she should dump this fellow, I'm thinking, and let me fuck her till everything is right with the world. Or even just slip me her number next time. This is one of very, very, very, very, VERY few exceptions to whom I'd be slap-happilly willing to be the "other man." Of course, the odds of that...