THE CLINIQUE COUNTER (FICTION) ...his perception....

OBSERVING YOU AT THE CLINIQUE COUNTER, MYSTERIOUS BEAUTY...



It was around 12:30pm, Lunchtime for the infamous Seattlelites I have grown to admire in lyrical humour. I travel here often from the East Coast to conduct business in, of course, the tech field. In all my travels here, I have never stayed down in the shopping district South of Downtown. I wanted a new venue, new sights and resturants to try. Sometimes, the East Side mentality wears on a fella. Having just arrived in and hungry, I ventured over to the mall in hopes of locating a rather tasty food establishment. Unfortunately, as I was driving from the airport in my less-than-stellar rental car, I spilled my coffee all over my new tie. Figures, I thought. Luckily, I spotted the mall and a department store I sometimes frequent when I am in NYC. So, reluctantly, I parked and meandered inside. Unknowningly, I ended up entering through the Cosmetic Department of the store. What fortune, I thought! I happen to have a secret fetish with this area of the store... odd, but true.
There I stood. The crisp white tile under my polished black dress shoes and the sights and smells of yet unseen beautiful women lingering about, I found myself smiling. I am always transfixed when I enter this area of the store for a good 5 minutes. It happens every time for reasons I cannot even define; I just know I love it there. I opened my eyes a bit wider to allow myself to take in all that stood before me. Lancome and Este Lauder, Clinique and MAC. All the wondereous companies that create and enhance the fine creatures of our earth known as women. I know this sounds overly poetic but the aire about this area of the store brings out my imagination and desire to inhale deeply.
WOMEN. I love them. Always have with a sort of admiration and adoration. There is a difference you know. I slowly started to move through the area and listened to the rhythmatic tone of my heels on the newly cleaned floors. The perfect music for the perfect experience. I was glancing around and checking out the women in the department. The counter ladies are always well kempt and pull together with perfect features and, of course, perfect makeup. I don’t like a lot of makeup on a woman but if done correctly, it can emphasize her features perfectly.
I was slowly moving in the direction of the Men’s dept when I saw her. I mean, REALLY saw her. I had caught her profile when I first entered the store but in my sense of urgency to take it all in, I had lost track of where she had gone. I stood there as nonchalant as I could be and just watched as she casually strolled thru the Clinique department in her black tight, black flared skirt, boots and perfect coiffe of a ponytail. Sleek. Professional. Unassuming and obviously distracted with all the choices before her.
At one point, she must have felt eyes on her because she looked up and caught my eye, smiled and went back to her task at hand. Obviously on her lunch break, she was graceful in her approach to what she was looking at. I was drawn to her movements. There was something about this woman that caused me to pause and stare. Sure, she was sexy and refined but it was more her essence and being that was hypnotizing every inch of my body. I tried to look busy and pretend I was smelling perfumes. I must say, some of them are horrid. I think she might have caught me as I disliked a few.
At this point, I think she had become aware of my staring issue because I caught her looking my way more than once. I figured one of 2 things were going on being that well mannered demeanor. First, she just thought I was checking her out and would glance periodically in my direction or, secondly… she might have found Me slightly attractive…I am hoping for the second. The cosmetic lady must have convinced her to sit down and have something applied because when I looked up again, she was climbing up into the stool next to the counter. I was mesmorized by her legs. Perfectly covered in the darkest, opaque black tights. Knee high boots met her knee and about 2 inches up was the flare of a very flirty skirt. My favorite look on a woman! I was hooked!
I slowly started to creep around the edge of the counter and found myself about 10 feet away. By this point, I could hear the sales lady, Sophia on her name tag, trying to upsell this mysterious tights-wearing woman and they were chatting and laughing together. I got a bit closer and as Sophia began to apply a beautiful plum eye shadow, I said to the mysterious woman, “that is very alluring on you”…
I think that took her off guard because she looked at my like a deer in headlights and then told me thank you. She then proceeded to ask me if I wanted to sit and watch… she was fine with that if that was the case. I couldn’t believe my luck! This beautiful stranger was allowing me to watch someone apply makeup to her. This was my fetish filled fantasy come true! I was floored and climbed onto the stool next to her. I felt my fingers graze her knee as I moved in to the chair and this bolt of electricity moved through my body… I almost gasped. I think she must have felt it too because we both looked a bit stunned but almost turned on. I sat and watched in silence as Sophia worked her well tuned brush across her eyelids.
By this time, the need to touch her was becoming an overwhelming sensation. I could feel her energy and her breathing increase as I tested the waters. I casually made a comment and touched her knee. Her black tights were smooth and hugged her legs perfectly. My hand lingered on her knee and she never flinched. I let gravity take its way and my hand ended up resting on her knee. There was no uncomfortable movement but more an exhilleration that escaped her lips as I moved my fingers along the edge of her skirt. I have never been so blazen in all my life! This woman was drawing me in and as I sat there, dumbfounded by my actions, I was becoming more and more turned on in her presence.
I felt my cock filling with blood and a sense of lightheaded euphoria run through my body. I wanted to take her there. Prop her up on the clean perfectly cleaned glass counter top, pull down her tights and consume her without consent or words. I breathed.
I slowly let my fingers ride the edge of her black skirt and move on under the soft fabric. The top of her thigh was strong like a runner perhaps. I felt her goosebumps and the quiver she so quickly tried to control. Sophia was amazingly ignorant of this blantant sexual deviance that was occurring without words between two complete strangers. Hell, I WAS SHOCKED!
I felt my body temperature rising and I knew that it had to be getting close to the end of lunch for this dark haired beauty and as if she was reading my mind, she told Sophia she had to get going. I slipped my hand from her thigh as she moved to get up and followed her to the counter. I had every intent on paying for her purchases by this point because the experience alone was worth more than any makeup. I reached quickly for my American Express and slapped it on the counter, putting my finger to my lips to motion to her that no objections were needed. It was definitely on me. Like I wanted Her to be in less than 30 minutes if I could help it.
The purchase was complete and I grabbed her hand. No words were spoken. She seemed dumbfounded but almost overjoyed that we apparently had the same thoughts coursing through our minds and more importantly, our bodies.
She grabbed her phone quickly from her purse and left a message that she wasn’t feeling well and was indeed headed home. With that, she hung up and turned the phone off. I grabbed her hand tighter and with her in tow, we headed for the door…
I never did get that new tie…