Sexual frustration story at the local pet shop

I was on-line chatting, yes hot chatting, Sen-
suous Erotic Chat!! I was so turned on, so excited. I
could feel an orgasm building deeply within. He had
taken me right to the very edge and just held me there
for so long, not allowing me that final pleasure. I am
sure my neighbors next door could hear me as I moaned,
groaned, swore a lot!

I could only type with one hand as the other one
was quite busy. Actually, I am getting rather good at
typing one handed! Thanks to him! I had removed my
panties and I had one leg up on the table next to the
keyboard…..my chair sporting a wet spot. He was driv-
ing me insane!

And then it happened…. “Sorry, I gotta run.”
appeared on the screen. I wanted to choke him! I swore.
… I yelled…. I almost cried! Something had come up
(besides an erection) and he had to sign off.

Was I ever in a mood now! Rather hatefully, I
decided to make someone pay for this! I had to go some-
where, get out of the house, find some poor unexpecting
guy, and tease him with body language. Make him want me,
desire me, and then merely say good-bye to him and leave
him suffering as I was at that moment!

I dressed in quite a plain outfit. Plain, but
tight fitting. And I just happened to forget to button
the top two buttons on my silk blouse. The black leg-
gings I had chosen exposed the curves in my thighs
quite nicely. Makeup applied perfectly, hair in a
slightly wind blown fashion, I toped it off with a three
quarter length black leather coat, tied snugly around my
waist. Did I look just a little slutty? A little too
hot? I hoped so! I was ready!

I preceded to drive into town. Well, I was
there, now what? I wasn’t sure! I was low on tropical
fish food…… so, into the tropical fish store I went.
Not knowing if this was a good place to start or not.

It was! As soon as I walked in, I could feel
his eyes surveying me. He was standing at the cash re-
gister, not a customer. He apparently worked there or
maybe even owned the establishment.

Had he not been so interesting or so interested,
I would have paid for the fish food and left, I decided
to play. I began browsing up and down the isles looking
at every fish tank, still aware of his eyes on me.
Though there were several customers in the store, it
wasn’t long before he stood at my side. “Can I interest
you in something?”, he asked. Huh, I thought, I should
be asking that question! I answered, “Haven’t really
made my mind up yet, it may take me a while.” He was
standing so close now, I could smell his cologne, I
could see his nostrils flare slightly as he sniffed for
my body scent.

I indeed had him. He was mine, at least for the
moment. I had to bend over slightly to view the bottom
row of fish tanks, I accidentally brushed my hips on his
thigh as I did so. (well, maybe intentionally) I could
hear his breathing increase in intensity as though he
was having trouble catching his breath. I was smiling
now. I looked up into his eyes, eyes that now appeared a
little glazed over. I couldn’t help but notice the bulge
in his jeans. It was quite obvious that he had quite an
erection.

I continued to browse the isles, showing great
concern for the beautiful fish he offered for sale. I
asked many questions of him, brushed against him every
so often, quite accidentally of course. I finally ad-
vised him that I had decided on two little Dalmatian
Mollies. He hesitated for a moment, then he went to get
a net and a plastic bag to put the fish in.

I realized his hesitation was because he was so
erect now that he was having difficulty walking, not
wanting anyone to notice the huge bulge in his jeans.
His jeans were already too tight, now even tighter! I
stayed a little longer, played with his mind a little
longer, teased him just enough. I picked out two more
tropical fish and some shells for my fish tank, (maybe
due to feeling a little guilty) paid for my purchase,
said good-bye to him and went home.

The last thing he said to me as I was leaving
was, “Pp-lease c-cumm ba-ack sooooon.”

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