He advances on her.

Some days Caleb was of the notion that not all things were as real as they were upon first glance. Like a vivid dream, or a horrid misunderstanding of something that no one knew absolutely everything about. In this case, on this particular day, he decided to assume that what was occurring may have been similar to that -- a dream, or an insufficient slice of a situation he was too unimportant to understand. And under the cover of instinct, he looked back, closed his eyes, and seized the opportunity.

"Fuck it," his breath hurrahed through his lips as he stepped forward. Clenching a fist, he shook his head. "You only live once."

The young woman's back was still facing him when suddenly, he grabbed her by the buckle of her pants and tugged her back. It was not a forceful tug, but to somebody just idling around, it would probably be a foot's worth of energy to recover from. His new manhandled acquaintance, however, seemed to casually stumble backward towards him and once there, remained unmoving, only spending one second to glance in his direction before facing front-ward once more. Not another protest, or word -- not a question, like any rational-minded person would conjure, probably, if they were being pulled by their pants to the personal space of another complete stranger.

But then again, there had already been several encounters with strange strangers in the past 5 minutes alone and this certainly made no effort to defy the pattern.

Caleb stood flabbergasted but determined as he quietly, gently pushed himself against her backside. Then he began to rub himself upon her, up, down, left, right, circles schmircles Hercule's turtles.

With the two of them rubbing one another like distracted dancers on the ice he was sure he would be scolded now -- by someone, at least.

Yet nobody did anything; not even one of the employees re-organizing a rack just a couple tens of feet away. Her eyes even crossed paths with Caleb's wary pair as she picked up a floppy shirt from her cart and continued with her business like nothing was amiss, like it probably always, monotonously was.

The second man in Caleb's jeans was as tactile as a slithering cobra. Thrusting upon the tight-assed girl, Caleb began to manually have her grind against him as he grabbed her by the hips and made her butt do wonderful circular motions, massaging his penis with stirring effectiveness.

"That's good, bitch, just like that," Caleb's hips pulsed to the rhythm as the woman, he realized, began leafing through another set of clothing beside them, completely uncaring, almost oblivious to the inanity of the situation she -- and in turn, he -- was currently in. Panting, Caleb's excitement and disbelief combined in a rabidly stimulating fashion -- it was like a lucid dream, almost.

And if there was one thing he learned from the last time he'd underwent a lucid dream, starring Michelle Pfeiffer and a very wobbly pig, it was that there was no feeling kind of like the freedom of acting on them.

In a bodacious rush, Caleb grabbed the young woman's pants and thrust them downward violently. This caused her to look down.

"Really?" she swiveled her head to Caleb.

Caleb testily raised, "What are you going to do about it?" Then pinched her ass with his fingers, gathering one hefty finger-ful of butt.

With a nonchalant look down, and no apparent comment on his own pinching of her sturdy glutes, she looked back up and facially shrugged. "Nothing, really. It's just my pants anyway. Not like it matters all that much." She turned back around to look at the clothes hanging on the rack.

Caleb internally groaned, both amused and turned on by the hot wrongness of the contradiction.

"Even here, in the middle of the store?" Caleb studied her reaction.

"Yes." 100%, unwavering, blaise blouse-surfing. She creased the corner of her lips at a green sweater. "Like I said," she shook her head and put it away. With lax focus, she flipped through the rest of the generic set, "it's just pants, that's all. Did you think it was anything more?"

The room could've been invaded by an elephant circus and still have been dumbfounding.

Yes, they were pants. And they were gone, now, girl! They were on the floor! Where you would be unable to cover your legs or underwear from outside eyes! You could just pick them back up! Caleb kept his thoughts to himself, clearing his throat.

"But everyone could see you!"

"Oh, that's... that's okay," she eyed the store, but with much less freneticism than any normal girl would have, that's for sure. "I mean, you were the one who took my pants off in the first place. You obviously don't mind seeing me without them. Do you?"

When he silently shook his head, the girl took that as her cue to return to her perusals. Caleb massaged a temple -- meanwhile, his spare hand massaged a certain, hardening phurba. This was as confusing, yet as peculiarly hot as it could get.... Looking back at the still nonplussed woman, he found his eyes checking out her smooth, soft looking legs. Damn they looked pretty nice.

"Do," he coughed, "do you like showing off your body?" His eyes snaked up to hers. It was a nice one after all. The high school boy's intrinsic tongue was watering at the insane, confounded, possible thought it was also his to toy with.

"Not much," she punted dismissively.

"You should," Caleb spun her around, grabbing her backside. Her soft, round pair of buttocks, in the flesh, only strapped in the cozy private-time-refuge of a humble pair of black cotton panties. "You have a nice ass after all."

The woman didn't even flinch at his grabbing of her, only calmly glancing at him.

"Thanks, I guess," she laughed curtly before being interrupted by the sound of his hand slapping against her buttock.

"And I want to take a picture of it," he continued, only coin diameters away from her own face. His breath caused her eyelashes to tremble slightly. "Of you."

After a blink or two, she eventually shrugged. "Um, sure, go ahead. It's your picture, not mine."

In the proceeding minutes, Caleb managed to nab not one, but a couple nice pictures of the young, pretty brunette. After about the fourth butt pic, she even agreed to let him pose her.

With unexpressed giddiness he had her do stuff like the banana split and the running man and, of course, the touch-your-toes-while-smiling-sweetly-at-me postures showcasing her ass beautifully, and they were all, every single one of them, ridiculously hot to see, particularly from a complete stranger that Caleb had just met at a clothing store, of all joints.

Smiling, Caleb was browsing through his new fap material.

"Nice... nice... hot... nice... cute...oh yeah." A laugh followed. He nudged the young woman, whose name he now knew was Sophie Bodeaux, searching for more clothes behind him, her pants slung over her shoulder. When she peeked over her shoulder to see, she smirked. Jokingly, she said her gym trainer would get a kick out of that one.

It was a doozy -- Caleb asked one of the employees to take it, actually, (which she, of course, happily agreed to as her diligence for proper service would enlist) as it involved him stretching Sophie's leg as she lied back-first against the floor. The smack in the face, though, was his shoe being pressed against her clit through her panties. She had on a mildly pleasant expression while her right, flat leg pushed against it while Caleb winked at the camera. It was absolutely mad. They looked like a pair of old raunchy friends.

Yet I barely know this chick, Caleb's eyes once again scanned Sophie up and down. She sure was pretty. Her fringe bangs were tussled a bit but she managed to pat them back into place. The current subject of his attention, however, were those pair of panties below. Hot, alluring, but also obstructive.

Licking his lips, Caleb pocketed his phone.

Then he grabbed the top of her underwear and slid it down her legs.

Sophie continued her persistent shopping as she lifted one foot up, allowing Caleb to pluck it away. He clutched it in one of his hands while he rose both towards Sophie's chest from behind her. And he squeezed.

"Whoa, easy there," Sophie's breath caught in her throat as she shot a tame smile at the public molester. "Those are a woman's most prized possessions, you know."

Caleb just squeezed and grunted, letting his fingers tease her nipples as he fondled her two pert, wonderfully shaped breasts from behind her while she continued to do absolutely nothing whatsoever to stop him. It was amazing, and unreal, just how far he was able to go with a woman's own body while she proceeded to raise not a single hand or scolding.

Grunting again to himself, he pushed against Sophie's now truly bare ass once again. As she casually let her ass grind him in the johnson, his deep perversions knocked on the door of his brain with impulses and ideas of the primal, animalistic variety.