Rachelle Vaughn - Watch Me

Lana felt a tingling sensation at the back of her neck. That inkling of a feeling that told her someone was watching her.

It was a relatively quiet Tuesday night at the Red Valley Mall and Lana was left to entertain herself at the lingerie store where she worked.

The only people around werent even technically people, but the mannequins in the front window. Sometimes Lana wished she was a mannequin displayed in the window for people to ogle on their way by. She wouldnt mind people looking her over, their eyes grazing across her flesh. Shed love to watch womens eyes widen at her risque lingerie and watch mens eyes turn dark with lust as their pants bulged.

Speaking of watching, Lana definitely felt someones eyes on her. It appeared she didnt have to be on display in the window in order to be admired after all.

Someone was watching her. She just knew it. Someone was raking their eyes up and down her spine, creating shivers from her neck all the way down to her ankles.

Lana put down the panties she was folding and faked a stretch. She turned from side to side to inconspicuously see who was behind her.

Nope. No one was in the store. Which was strange because Lanas gut feelings were usually spot on. Her intuition had yet to fail her and right now her instincts were telling her she had an admirer. It could be someone out in the mall; a shopper sitting on a bench in the concourse or someone who worked in one of the nearby stores. The possibilities were endless and frankly Lana didnt mind having an audience one bit.

If anything, t he feeling was invigorating. Lana felt herself start to move differently. Swish her hair behind her shoulder. Run her hand sensually down her neck. Glide her tongue across her lips.

She became more aware of her body. How her butt must look to whoever was watching. How it must sway when she walked around the store.

Lana lazily arched her back to stretch her muscles, causing her breasts to thrust out. She debated bending over and giving her watcher a better look at her ass. Dont be silly, she scolded herself. There probably wasnt even anyone paying attention to her. But what if there was?

Ethan couldnt pry his eyes from the beautiful woman working in the lingerie store across the mall. Did she know her hair fluttered around her shoulders when she walked? Was she aware of how incredible her ass looked in those tight jeans? Or how her hips swayed when she moved around the store?

From his stool at the watch kiosk in the middle of the concourse, Ethan could see the entire inside of the lingerie store through its floor to ceiling windows. The woman working inside was like a beautiful goddess on display in a glass case just for him.

And he had the best seat in the house. A perfect view of her from between his display of professional div e watches and digital sport watches.

Ethan watched as she carefully folded boyshorts, briefs and bikini underwear on a display table in the middle of the store. H er fingers were long and slender on the delicate fabric. Ethan had never wanted to be a thong so bad ly in all his life. He found himself wishing he was a pair of panties just so he could feel her fingers running over him, smoothing and caressing.

When she moved her arms, h er tee shirt pulled tight across her breasts. They were voluptuous and natural and he wanted to cup their weight in his hands.

God, she was beautiful. The woman had so many curves they couldnt even be contained by her clothes.

She didnt look like the gaunt lingerie models Ethan had seen on t elevision or the spindly mannequin s in the window of her store. No, she was much curvier. Curvy how he loved a woman to be. Big, beautiful breasts and a small waist that flared out into luscious hips that swayed when she walked. Hips he could imagine digging his fingers into while he plowed into her over and over until she screamed out his name.

The woman looked up from the thongs she was arranging and locked eyes with him. Ethan swallowed and his heartbeat skittered.

Ethan, a voice behind said and he nearly jumped out of his seat.

Huh? Ethan blinked and looked over to find his friend Luke who worked at the toy store on the far end of the mall standing next to him. Oh, hey, Luke. Whats up?

Not much. Luke hooked his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans and leaned back on his heels. Im ducking out early for my Grans birthday. Do you have any watches an 80 year old would like?

Sure. Ethan stood up and led Luke around to the other side of the kiosk to show him the ladies watches.

For now, the bombshell in the lingerie store was forgotten.

After a quick survey through the window and out into the mall, t he only person Lana saw was the guy working the watch kiosk directly across from her store. Yep. He was definitely the one checking her out. Or more like undressing her with his eyes. The poor guy was looking at Lana like she was a tall glass of ice water in the middle of the Sahara D esert.

When he stood up to help a customer, Lana took the opportunity to look him over in return. He was handsome and not overly tall to where shed have to crane her neck to talk to him. Ah, forget talking, she just wanted to rub up against him like a cat.

His hair was nice and thick and she could easily imagine grabbing a handful of it while his head bobbed between her thighs. She like d that h e carried himself with confidence when he walked around the kiosk showing watches to his customer. He looked more yummy than those cinnamon rolls sold in the Food Court. And best of all, s he liked how he wasnt afraid to get caught looking her way.

Lana wanted to touch herself. Put on a show just for him, but there were too many people around.

She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. Hmm, now that she knew she had an audience, what kind of show could she put on for him? It wasnt like there was much he could do to tease her. All he had was a stool to sit on and a kiosk full of watches. It would be up to her to provide the entertainment.

Inside the lingerie store, t he woman rummaged around behind the cash register and came out with a hair clip. She twisted her long hair up and pinned it into place.

Ethan studied the long, graceful column of her neck. Soft tendrils escaped the clip and fell around her face. She pushed a strand out of her face and he felt his blood run hot.

Did she put her hair up like that on purpose? Because she knew it would kill him?

Beautiful, a smoky voice purred from behind Ethan.

Yes, he breathlessly agreed and pried his eyes away from the girl in the lingerie store window.

A middle-aged woman stood next to him ogling a ladies dress watch. They obviously hadnt been admiring the same thing. The woman looked from the watch to Ethan and back to the watch again.

Great choice, he pointed out.

I think I might just have to have it, she said with a wink. She gingerly picked up the watch and looked at the price tag.

Y oure in luck, Ethan told her. B ecause w ere having a sale today. All ladies watches are ten percent off.

Oh, you had me at sale, she purred again.

Ethan smiled and rang up the watch for her.

Just so you know, she said, leaning in close like she had a secret to tell. I would have paid full price for it.

Ethan had a feeling she would have, but he admired how she d see n something she wanted and went for it without hesitation.

He looked back at the woman in the lingerie store and counted the minutes until closing time.

This time when Lana looked in the watch salesmans direction, he was helping a customer. A female customer. Little pangs of jealousy tingled through her body. His back was turned to Lana as h e helped the woman pick out a watch. The woman laughed at something he said and took out her wallet. He looked in Lanas direction, gave her a wink and tu r ned back to his customer.