Watch Me (An Erotic Short Story) by Rachelle Vaughn

 
    Chapter One
     
    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 weren’t 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 wouldn’t mind people looking her over, their eyes grazing across her flesh. She’d love to watch women’s eyes widen at her risqué lingerie and watch men’s eyes turn dark with lust as their pants bulged.
    Speaking of watching, Lana definitely felt someone’s eyes on her. It appeared she didn’t 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 Lana’s 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 didn’t 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. Don’t be silly , she scolded herself. There probably wasn’t even anyone paying attention to her. But what if there was?
    * * *
    Ethan couldn’t 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 couldn’t even be contained by her clothes.
    She didn’t 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