John

On the way to Susan's office I stopped at the gas station for coffee and a donut. When I stepped through the door I could feel the eyes of the nineteen year old clerk on me. He was a chubby little guy who probably knew more about comics than pussy. I smiled to myself. There is something powerful in knowing someone finds you attractive.

Halfway down the isle I decided to give him a show. I bent over and started searching the bottom shelf for a bag of chips. It must have been a better show than I had thought, because I heard him cuss as he knocked his own coffee cup off the counter. It hit the floor and shattered.

I laughed and went to get myself a cup. When I got back to the front of the store he was kneeling in the floor, wiping the spilled coffee up with a towel. When he looked up I was standing less than a foot away and his face was level with my pussy. For a moment he just stared.