The Shoplifter Chapter Three - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Three

... had loaded the address in the GPS and was just following the clues without a thought of which direction I was headed. My mind was fully occupied other things. When the navigator said I had ten minutes to go I began to look around. It was the seediest possible neighborhood. It was a warm summer evening. Blacks were sitting out on every porch and doorstep. My concern grew and grew, but I was drawn steadily by the realization that my only alternative was at the end of this journey. Finally, the house number appeared on my right. It was a decent looking older frame house with a drive down the side. A young black guy stepped into the street and pointed for me to park down the drive in the back of the house. By the time I had the engine stopped he had opened the door. I turned my knees outward and he took my hand to help me out of the car and up the back steps into an enclosed porch. He asked me to have a seat on a couch. As soon as I was seated, he told me that Bobbie would be right out and then went on through the room and into the main house, leaving me sitting alone. As I looked down trying to take stock and keep my mind off of other things I realized just how short my skirt was. Why had I not looked in my mirror at home more carefully? I liked short skirts but my Dad was right, my skirts were all too short and my new little tummy made them even shorter, particularly in the front. The skirt I had on was so cute but it was way too sexy to be wearing for a doctor’s appointment. ...

... Also, my breasts appeared much larger than normal. Maybe it was just the light, maybe it was just the way I was sitting, maybe it was guilt; but there was no question to me. My breasts had gotten much bigger and fuller. An unwelcome but undeniable, erotic excitement welled up inside me and I went to work calming emotions that should never have arisen. Was it the scary situation, the possibility of a solution to my problem or the changes occurring in my body? Each time I looked down over my breasts and tummy a shudder passed through me. After a couple minutes the door opened and Bobby walked in. He was dressed in a fancy outfit; very black, if you know what I mean. He was smiling broadly, “Hey girl; I’m glad you found your way down into the hood. We’ve got to get you past these worries—don’t we? And we can do just that.” He stood there looking at me from a distance away. I cringed a bit, tried to sit up straighter, and pull my skirt down as much as possible. He nodded approval, “My you look sweet young lady. Stand up there and let me have a look at your loveliness.” I stood and he came slowly toward me, never taking his eyes off my body. Once directly in front of me he took both of my hands in his and continued to slowly look up and down my body from my eyes to my legs. He finally stopped when he got to my eyes the second or third time. He smiled broadly, “You are every bit as pretty as I remember, lover. Wow, are you some kind of cute.” I shuddered. It was obvious he knew. He ...