Lacy Things by Yvonne Eros Page A

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    The nearer the man came, the more she could feel her pulse racing.  She looked down as she lifted up the next article of clothing – a pair of satin panties that she had no real interest in.  Instead, she studied her own body as she held them against her pelvis, imagining how they might look on her naked skin, making sure that she felt brave enough to approach him.
    Even though she was going to the lingerie store to find something sexy to dress in, Krystal made sure that what she wore for such an adventurous shopping endeavor was attractive enough as well.  A tight, grey sweater clung to her slender form, the soft fabric accentuating her alluring curves.  Her dark, denim, form-fitting jeans hugged her long legs.  Her knee-high black leather boots had a little bit of lift to them, but she could see, even from twenty feet away, that her mystery man was still taller than her.
    Satisfied with her appearance, she threw the panties back into their bin.
    With a deep sigh, she strengthened her sexual resolve and decided it was time to turn on the heat.
    She slid around the center racks of the store, dragging her fingers along the cold metal rods until she slipped by the racks next to him, just slightly out of reach.  The tips of her fingers danced atop the reflective surfaces over and over, continuously moving closer and faster toward the handsome stranger.  She navigated her slender body around the corners of the bins, with just enough bounce in her step to send her wavy hair into the air.
    Krystal ventured a glance toward her admirer.  He nervously backed his body deeper into the wall of the store, but his attention was still on her.  Their eyes met, and she flashed a knowing smile at his fly-caught-in-a-web look.  He returned the gesture; his smile was gorgeous and shy, but his gaze was powerful.  She looked away, a shiver rippling down her spine, and lifting goosebumps from her skin as she suddenly wondered at her own brazen approach to the complete stranger.  She realized with momentary panic that she had no idea what to say.
    The song on the store’s radio faded into something infinitely more sensual than the last.  She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, the same motion that initially drew her closer to him like some cosmic force, and couldn’t help imagining a number of tawdry scenarios.
    The woman lifted another piece of lingerie from the bin in front of her.  It was aimless, but her subconscious still kept her preferences in check.  A lacy black bra was before her, a pink bow in the center.  She held it high, and at arm’s length, wondering if her admirer was looking at it as closely as she was pretending to as she felt the fabric in her fingers.  Satisfied, she tucked the underwear into a basket hanging from her arm with the rest of her list of acceptable pieces.
    Tucking her subconscious inhibitions away – that he could be a creep, a pervert, a murderer, or any of a variety of psychopaths that her friends would advise her to avoid – she instead gave in to the temptation of toying shamelessly with the mystery man.  She drew close enough to him to smell his cologne.  Dressed like a businessman, he smelled like a cowboy.  That musky odor was penetrating, and as she let it envelop her, her eyelids fluttered.  Even if he was dangerous, she found the idea exhilarating.
    She swallowed away the saliva building heavily on her tongue, and snuck another glance at him.  He faced away from her, nearly in one of the rear corners of the store.  Krystal bit her lip as she inched closer, checking out his backside.  She noticed a flash of light from that direction then, and as he stepped to the side, noticed a mirrored pillar in the enclosed space.  His eyes darted away from the mirror as the fluorescent ceiling lights shimmered off its surface.
    It was too late for him to appear inconspicuous for a second time.  She had caught his calculated his stare. 
    More assured that he had been