March 4th, 2010 | 
Author: I thought he might even tell the other men at his table about the delightful sight before him, causing them to try and inconspic- uously look around and see it also, but apparently he didn't, deciding to keep it all to himself, because the others just appeared to keep talking about some inane, boring business matter.
She held this general position all through our meal, opening her legs a little more or a little less, but always making sure he had a pretty good view.
By the time we left the restaurant, we were both so turned on from what we'd done that we seriously considered terminating our game at that point and going someplace where we could screw. After talking it over, however, we decided to walk around the mall some more. Then I had what I thought was a great idea. I briefly explained it to her, and after a little coaxing, she agreed to give it a try.
First we stopped at a book store and I bought a paperback book. Then we walked around the mall until we found a women's shoe store that had at least one male salesman. Before we went in, she looked over the display in the window and selected the style numbers of a few pairs of footwear she wanted to try on, including a pair of high boots. Entering the store, we sat down next to each other, near the rear of the store, making sure it was in an area serviced by one of the male salespeople.
He came over and greeted us, and Arlene gave him the style numbers she was interested in. As he went to get them, I pulled out the paperback book and pretended that I was very engrossed in reading it.
When the salesman returned with the footwear she had request-ed, he sat on his low stool in front of her and asked which pair she wanted to try on first. She selected the pair of black high heels and he proceeded to help her try them on.
As he did, she "inadvertently", without seeming to realize she is doing it, parted her thighs several inches, giving him the opportunity to peek up her dress at her snatch. I sat there next to her, seemingly giving my book my total attention, but actually watching the salesman's reactions out of the corner of my eye.
He didn't seem to notice what she was doing at first, but as they talked about the shoes, his eyes naturally travelled back and forth from her face to her feet. Finally, on about the third such pass, I saw him blink twice quickly, apparently unable to believe his eyes. He stared up her dress for a few seconds, and then realized what he was doing and pulled his eyes back up to her face. Knowing that she is fastidious about keeping her pubic hair cut very short, and since his face was only about three or four feet from her crotch, I was absolutely certain he had gotten a clear view of her cunt in all it's red-haired glory.
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