The Shoplifter Chapter Three - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Three

... am dropping everything to work on this. We need to move fast.” I nodded. We stood up. He wrapped me firmly in his arms and covered my mouth an enormous kiss. He turned to his desk and handed me his card with home address and phone. We walked toward the door. I turned back to him, went up on my tiptoes wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I backed away. The front on his dark blue shirt was very wet. I pointed it out. He smiled and said, “I would like this to look like a casual employment conversation so I better say goodbye here, can you find your way out?” I apologized and reached confidently for the door handle. He turned back toward his desk. As I moved out through the reception area I was most pleased that no one seemed to take note of me. I made a brief stop at the ladies room and then started out through the aisles. The store had a good many shoppers now, and many caused me to reflect on my condition as I passed along the aisles. For some reason, I saw so many fat white women with the black babies. I felt fat; I actually seemed ...

... to walk differently. Maybe my weight had increased and shifted enough to make a difference. Alarmingly, I much better understood how these women got where they were. I was less than half way out of the store when a security guard came up behind me, smiling, “Hey Caroline; nice to see you; catching up on the weekend shopping?” I glanced at him and continued to walk. He moved along beside me, “The boys in the back were talking about your thing down in the hood with that Bobby. My name is Rashaid. I am trying to make it down there to see you but you can call me here anytime; just ask for me on the main phone line. You know, you sure are one very good looking girl. I really would like to get to know you.” I tried to look at him with a smile to keep up appearances, and then ignore him and walked on. He followed along for about twenty steps continuing his kind effort to become part of my problem, and then he turned down an aisle. I walked on filled with contradictory emotions. My body was a playground of wild inconsistencies I could not understand.