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I?d seen the two young lads strolling around the shopping center earlier today but paid no particular attention to them. Up until now, they were just part of the scenery. There were so many young people hanging around the precinct, their presence wasn?t that noticeable. However, my curiosity was aroused after finally realizing (we women have an uncanny instinct about these things) that they were actually following me.Momentarily unsure of what to do next I entered the nearest shop (turned out to be a newsagent) without consciously thinking about it. A little unsettled, I just wanted to buy myself some time and gather my wits. Not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb, I picked up a random magazine and began flicking it without really looking at them. To this day I have no idea what I was supposedly reading because my gaze was fixed on what was happening outside.*Sure enough, my feminine intuition was proved correct. The young guys had found a bench in one of the many public seating areas and sat down. To the casual observer, there was nothing out of the ordinary, but from where I stood, my suspicions were confirmed. Without a doubt in my mind, I saw they had chosen their position very carefully.For anyone going about their business, these two young men were exactly as they seemed. Young lads, spending their Friday morning, hanging around town and chatting excitedly. However, for me standing in the shop, watching them covertly, I realized I was trapped. Although no one was physically touching me, I couldn?t move without being seen by my unofficial escorts and the thought was sobering. They had chosen their vantage point so easily, so casually and without drawing any attention to themselves, I involuntarily smiled at their ingenuity.?What the fuck?? I muttered, mildly surprised at my reaction. Instead of feeling like I was in danger, a small ripple of excitement was coursing through my veins! My heartbeat quickened and my skin began to prickle. Was I in any danger? I wondered fleetingly. I quickly discarded the idea, admonishing myself for acting like a drama queen. Not here in broad daylight and definitely not in the middle of the busy town center! Feeling foolish, I continued musing over what was happening. Then another thought, and probably the correct one, crashed into my consciousness like a runaway juggernaut. Was I imagining things?*It took a moment to sink in, but it couldn't be denied. This was probably some stupid coincidence, they were almost certainly waiting for friends and soon they would all go off to the pub for a few lunchtime beers. I smiled and shook my head. I felt a right silly bitch. How could I?ve been so wrong? I was so sure they were following me; I would have put money on it.Luckily, nothing untoward had happened and I cursed my too vivid imagination. Narcissism and an enormous ego had tricked me into believing that these young lads were actually following me. I snorted in derision. I was much too old for them. If the truth be told, they probably wouldn't give me a second glance. Nothing like a dose of crushing realism to bring you crashing back down to earth. Happily, it was only my pride that was feeling battered and bruised.I continued pretend-reading and looked on wistfully at my would-be stalkers. I studied them more intently now. I could see that they were older than my own kids, late teenagers I guessed, but from here it was hard to tell. Distance and the fact that the blazing sunshine was almost blinding didn't help. Compared with outside, the interior of the shop seemed dark and dingy, (which it wasn't) and made my task even harder. Even so, I could see that they were both good looking boys.The one with short spiky blond hair was a bit taller than his companion but the dark-haired lad was stockier than his friend. I could see them laughing and joking with each other and I wondered what they were discussing. Then the dark-haired boy held a hand in front of his face and began moving it back and forth while his pressing his tongue, in time, against the inside of his cheek. His friend burst out laughing and then stuck his own tongue out suggestively before pretending to lick something very tasty. The gesture was as unmistakable as it was erotic.Without a doubt, I knew instinctively this performance was somehow connected to me and I had trouble breathing. A shiver ran down my spine and I felt like someone was physically touching me. Watching this erotic display, I realized that my intuition had been correct the whole time.*Closing my eyes I began picturing his tongue brushing the top of my thighs, just above my stocking tops. I was watching as he slowly worked his way towards my pleasure zone, still tantalizingly hidden behind my sexy lace underwear. I could feel my swollen folds, wet with desire pressed tightly against the delicate fabric, and all I wanted to do was to pull my panties aside, displaying myself to him.My pussy was aching to feel a tongue split me open and dive deep inside. Then he was licking me with long slow deliberate bahçesehir escort movements, lapping up the copious juices leaking from my sex; juices that mingled with his saliva formed our own delicious intoxicating cocktail. I felt his fingers pulling my lips apart, exposing my pink intimate parts. Holding his head to keep it exactly where I wanted it, I instructed him to suck me harder. His hot breath scorched my sensitive skin before his mouth clamped hungrily on my pulsating button. He was licking and sucking like an eager puppy and I could feel my orgasm nearing.?Oooooh yes, don?t stop. Make me cum,? I whispered almost inaudibly, feeling my body starting to tremble as my climax almost reached the point of no return. His face, industriously busy between my thighs was covered in my sweet honey and I could hear his excited slurping as he tried keeping up with my bucking abdomen. Two long hard fingers pushed past my slippery lips and started fingering me roughly. ?Mmmmm, that?s it, baby, keep going," I murmured "I?m almost there?.? and my body began to explode.?Can I help you, madam??I opened my eyes instantly but had trouble focussing through the fog of desire. It took me a moment to discern where I was and the realization caused me to blush furiously. My expression must have been a picture because the young sales assistant was looking at me very strangely while I tried focusing my gaze on her fresh young face, trying desperately to regain my composure.?What did you say?? I murmured dreamily and heard her repeat the question.I shook my head and replied shakily (not easy when all I wanted to do is hike up my dress and finish what my fantasy had started) that everything was fine, (which was a lie.) Although her disturbance was as timely as it was unwanted, it had definitely saved me from a potentially much more embarrassing situation! Who knows how far I would have gone left to my own devices. Blushing profusely I replaced the magazine back on the rack and politely excused myself.?Get a grip,? I muttered angry enough to spit, mostly with myself, but also feeling a bit resentful towards the young lady. She was, after all, the one who disturbed me and ruined my fantasy. I moved slowly, recovering myself as I headed towards the door, and then grinned lecherously. Why should I be pissed off? I was having a delicious daydream and the raunchiness of it had gotten me all hot and bothered. The sexual tension in my body hadn?t lessened and looking over my shoulder, I saw the assistant watching me quizzically. She was very attractive and by the way she was watching me, I suspected she might have a vague idea of what I was thinking when she offered her assistance. In my current state of mind, there was only one kind of assistance I needed and looking at her cute little body I wondered if she really wanted to ?assist me.? I laughed. 'If only you knew, young lady,' I thought and exited the shop. As I left the newsagents, Blondie nudged his friend and nodded in my direction.*I knew it!*I silently congratulated myself, happy my instincts hadn?t let me down. They were following me, and for whatever the reason was, I didn?t care. Time would surely provide the answer but the certainty I'd been right was sending small electric pulses to every nerve ending.My skin began to tingle tantalizingly and a feeling of pure unadulterated lust surged through my veins. Instantly the mental image of the young lad lying between my widespread thighs, tongue flicking up and down my slit, replayed in my mind's eye. The erotic images caused my pussy to moisten, and breathing became heavy, causing my ample bosom to rise up and down noticeably. My nipples began protruding through the thin fabric of my summer dress, and not really wanting to advertise my state to the whole world, I quickly realized I had to do something about this.Deciding to find somewhere where I could be alone, I began walking towards the bigger department stores. They had public toilets and I would be able to relieve myself in private. My sex was throbbing wildly and a sort of madness took control of me. I had to exert all my willpower to stop myself from breaking into a run such was my desperation and all rational thinking evaporated in the heat of my lust. As I approached the entrance of Marks