THE CLINIQUE COUNTER (FICTION) ... or is it?

I wrote this post based on an old lover's fantasy... I have a female perspective and a male one... this is the Female (obviously)



You observing me at the Clinique Counter -



... I was dressed to the hilt yesterday in black tights, tall black leather boots, black t-neck and fluid flared black skirt. My hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail that sat high on my head. I was scurrying thru the dept store when I spotted you. Dressed casually and seemingly lost amongst the experienced women shoppers, you slowly meandered your way along the crisp white tiled floor. Having only an hour for lunch, I had run to the mall to fetch a new lipstick and other accruements that a woman might need. Today, in particular, I decided to try a new eye shadow. The sales lady dressed in all black as well but sporting a while lab-style coat, escorted me to the high stool where I climbed up semi gracefully and sat cross legged and giggling. I always felt like a girl trying make up for the first time when I sit in that stool. Youthful and carefree.


I had forgotten about your presence until you happened upon me sitting there. I watched you for a moment as you perused the counters. I found it slightly interesting that a man would be meandering thru the makeup counter section when most would scurry through without noticing a detail. You, on the other hand, seemed to find great pleasure in the clear, crisp surroundings of perfume bottles and endless shades of lipstick and foundations. I could tell by your ever present glancing in my direction that you were not a cross dresser by night but rather an admirer of beautiful women. The makeup lady was happily trying to conjure up new and exciting ways to sell me a 4-colorway of "nightwear" eye shadows and I haphazardly joked along with her, all the while keeping my eye on the ball-You.


There was something about your swagger, your stride, your confidence that I found sexy and intriguing. You were boyishly handsome yet unassuming and almost a ghost as you strolled. It was as if no one else noticed you but me. You circled around the counter and landed in direct line of fire, right in front of me. There, you stood and casually smelled the perfumes; making a few awkward faces at ones you obviously found displeasure in. This made me smile a few times. By this time, Sofia, the Clinique sales lady had convinced me to remove all my makeup and reapply. I think she was bored and I was so lost in watching you- I agreed. Slowly, you looked up and caught my eye and smiled. Your face lit up when you smiled. A boyish grin that sent shivers down my backside and caused me to look away like a school girl. I shifted and re-crossed my black legging-clad thighs in nervousness. You noticed and smiled again. I was hooked.


The world seemed to slow down and disappear all in one glance from you. Something I am not used to experiencing as often anymore. Call it being jaded or ... what-have-you but it takes powerful chemistry to make me blush and have cause to pause with a man. I felt comfortable as you slid in closer to watch the lady apply my makeup. Odd because in normal circumstances I would have felt embarrassed or, rather irritated by such direct fodder but with you there was a comfort in your presence; as if I had known you all my life. You approached us with confidence and told me that you really liked the shade of eye shadow she had applied; you mentioned it was 'alluring'. You smiled that boyish grin and we made small talk of which I don’t recall because I was so drawn to you I could have been sitting naked in traffic and not known. You asked if I would mind if you watched just out of curiosity and I told you of course not. You stood there, enthralled with the process and although she wasn’t applying pounds of makeup, it seemed to oddly turn you on. I watched you shift in your shoes a few times and I might have even caught a glimmer of a flirtaeous blush hidden behind the controlled debonair facade you portrayed. I saw right thru it actually. I realized in an instant, you had a bit of a fetish with this scenario. Being a keen intuitive and observant sexually aware woman does come in handy now and then.


I will admit this turned me on a bit. After a few moments, I insisted you sit down next to me in the vacant stool. It had been at least 15 minutes of silence and you obliged me. I didn’t realize how close the stool really was until our knees touched as you sat. I felt this sting of electricity pass from my knees and up my inner thighs. You must have felt it to because I caught a glimpse of you trying to catch my eye. Of course, I might have been mistaken as she was applying a deep green eye liner to match my gray eyes. The Clinique lady didn’t know anything odd was happening in her presence. Perhaps it was because she was young and focused. She was almost unaware that we seemed be strangers. She just glanced and smiled at you and continued on with her artistry and rambling about product. After awhile, her voice became white noise as we flirted without words.


It didn’t take long for your fingertips to slowly graze my knee. I looked down hopeful that you would let them linger and you did. Eventually, your palm was resting on my knee. I felt my body temperature rise and a slow ache rose up my body. What was this feeling? I had never felt such chemistry or had such a physical reaction to someone; at least that I could recall in the recent past. I welcomed your direct, not so subtle flirtation. Sophia turned her back to you as she applied the other eye and as she did, you moved your hand slightly high on my thigh; slipping your fingers underneath the fine edge of my skirt. I now had goose bumps. Never before had I experienced anything like this but I wanted your hand to keep moving no matter we were in a public area with a woman standing over me and you, a stranger of sorts.


Your slow methodical caressing of my inner thigh with your fingertips was turning me on to no end. I had never considered fucking a complete stranger but with you, I had no other option but to skip the rest of the work day and hole up in the Hotel across the street. It seemed reasonable and well, necessary by this point. We never really made small talk and I just stared into your green eyes with lust. Your gentle nature and forced eye contact told me in no uncertain terms that we would be making love in less than an hour from now. I would not let you disappear from this dept store without me in tow.


Sophia finished up and glanced over at you and laughed mentioning she didn’t realize you were still there. As you had sensed her begin to turn you removed your hand from my skirt and let it rest on my hand ever so casually. Sophia made a comment about your girlfriend looking too hot to just go home tonight and you should definitely take me to dinner after the workday. You confidently made a casual joke and we all laughed easily. In your eyes, you had other intentions. By what was going on between my thighs, so did I.


I agreed to purchase the eye shadow along with the replacement lipstick I was originally there for and as I went to pay, you slapped down your American Express Platinum and put your finger to your lips quieting my obvious need to object. I knew we weren’t done and that this was only the beginning. As you signed the receipt, you winked at me. I noticed I stood a little taller than you in my 3 inch boots; something that normally would make me uncomfortable as I am a tall woman anyhow and you were about 5'8" give or take. This seemed to turn you on in some unspoken way and I liked that.


Sophia wrapped up my purchase and sent us on our way... without words and lost in the moment, you grabbed my hand and I followed. Unsure about what I was about to do but dialing my office all the same. I made up a little white lie about not feeling well and followed you through the department store... Giddy with excitement and crawling out of my skin to ravish you... this stranger that just stopped to admire my lipstick.