By: Unknown Author
"Oh, my God!" I said when I saw the parking lot around the department store. "This place is going to be packed."
"Of course it's going to be packed!" Mom said with some exasperation. "Moxie's is having a buy one get one half price sale! God, I just hope that they haven't sold out of Juniper Galens yet!"
I would have asked who Juniper Galen was, but I really didn't care. Getting dragged by your Mom down to a department store the day after Thanksgiving is a real bitch! But she'd been busted and had her driver's license revoked for D.U.I. (Translation, she'd had a few drinks and then tried to drive home that way instead of calling a cab), and now she was stuck with pestering the rest of the family when she wanted to go somewhere. And she'd made it clear that if one of us wouldn't drive her she'd drive herself, without a license! That made Dad and my younger brother her de facto chauffeurs. Me, I was in college and mostly out of the loop, thank God, but I'd come home for the holiday and Mom had immediately laid the burden gratefully on my doorstep.
We found a spot after about five minutes of circling the parking lot, and I pulled in and killed the motor. As Mom grabbed for the door handle, I said, "How long are you going to be?"
"You're not going to sit out here, are you?" she asked.
"The thought had crossed my mind." I may have been a girly-girl in most ways, but unlike most women, I hated to shop. No, I preferred to go out with a purpose, know what I needed, go to the store, get it, and get out. Not Mom, she was a true shop-a-holic.
"God, Monica, come on, live a little for a couple of hours!" she said. "You can get some great deals, maybe even get some Christmas shopping done, too!"
"So you're just going to be a couple of hours?" I asked, hopefully, but still with a groan.
"You don't think I'm going to leave until I've looked at everything they've got, do you? I mean, it is a once-a-year sale."
God, this was not just an errand, this was going to screw up my entire afternoon!
"Come in and get yourself some new clothes."
"I don't need any new clothes," I grumbled.
"What woman doesn't want new clothes? You can at least come in and see, can't you? Moxie's says that they have something for everyone!"
I just sat there and scrunched up my face.
"Ok, if you want to wait out here, fine, only don't expect me to hurry just because you are out here waiting for me."
"Okay, okay," I grumped, "I'll go in."
Inside was pandemonium, and Mom soon disappeared into the crowd, leaving me to fend for myself. The inside of the store was practically wall-to-wall women, pushing past each other, holding clothes up to themselves and asking each other how they looked. There was a line at the dressing rooms and a cacophony of sound. There was a tone to their voices that was piercing in a way that had nothing to do with their decibel-level. I could just imagine that dogs must be howling for miles around from that sound, while I just felt itchy and wincing from it. The few men around were equally uncomfortable-looking, surrounded by waves of estrogen-driven sales and discounts and returns and layaways.
I found the store directory. Shit, Moxie's was just a clothing and housewares store! I was hoping they'd at least have an electronics department so I could pick out a new laptop for my Christmas list, maybe buy a few DVD's, too, something to occupy my time and keep me away from the mob that had taken over the women's apparel department.
I decided, since I was there, that I would head to the store's men's department and maybe find something for my Dad for Christmas. Their men's department was one sixth the size of the women's department, maybe less. But I was there and it was the best I could do until Mom got tired of trying on clothes.
The men's department was a surprise to me. I mean, the rest of the store was packed, but this one area was effectively empty. A few forlorn sale signs here and there had a random couple of women at them, but that was all. Apparently their sale didn't extend to men's clothes. I didn't even have the 'buy one get one half price' sale to drive my urge to buy. Shit, Moxie's cost more, more than I was used to spending anyway!
So I was wandering around the clothing racks rather dejectedly, looking at the clothes that I wasn't even thinking of buying. Moxie's did have some unusual shirts, I decided as I looked at one rack. They were almost Hawaiian, but their designs weren't the usual flowers, they were like clippings of old newspapers all pasted together.
I was craning my neck trying to see what they were about, and wham! I ran right into him. Hit him hard, right in the chest, and I bounced back and fell to the floor, flat on my ass, bumping my head as I went on down.
"Hey, you okay?" he asked me.
I looked up at him, for he was practically on top of me, one of his legs between mine as he looked down on me. This gave him a distorted look, like he was all legs and crotch and only a bit of upper body, his head attached at an angle atop it. This good-looking black man was like a god that had taken human form, standing over me, towering up to the sky.
"Are you all right?" he asked me again.
"Yeah," I said. "Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
He extended his hand down, offering to help me up. I took the hand and he heaved, and I was lifted by the raw force of this man, and he was strong! That was the first impression I had of him, and then I had my second impression of him when I got back perpendicular. That was when I hit that body of his.
See, he had gotten too close to me, and when I stood up my feet were still in between his and my entire body length impacted his. My right knee hit his shin, my chest hit his sternum as his chest struck my neck (he was a few inches taller than me) and my lower stomach found his crotch nuzzling into it, while my own rested on his upper thigh.
"You should be more careful," he said to me. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, I'm all right," I said. And my voice came out small, for he embodied everything that made up a man. In this estrogen-soaked environment he was total testosterone, raking my body, pouring over me. I wet my lips as I had these thoughts and feelings, and he smiled.
"You're more than all right," he said, flashing me a sexy grin.
I didn't have to ask what he meant by that, I knew, and I just stood there like a fool, staring into his eyes, and a feeling came over my entire body. Without even really thinking about it, I put my arms around him and my mouth to his and kissed him, right there, in the middle of the men's department!
When I pulled away, he didn't act shocked. Instead he was smiling and I could feel the newly formed hardness of his crotch pressing into me. I didn't normally hook up with random strangers, but I wanted him. I let him know this by reaching my hand down and rubbing his hard-on through his pants. He looked around and simply said, "Over there," indicating the dressing rooms.
I hadn't expected to do it right there in the department store, but still I followed behind him when he headed that way.