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Yui's
Flashpoint
by ElSol
"Can I help you?" the saleswoman said from behind me.
I tried not to give a guilty start, but my hand moved away from the black panty-shorts too quickly. I had walked into the lingerie boutique impulsively and would have left as soon as I realized I was the only customer in the store but the shorts had caught my attention.
"I like those," she said smiling when I turned towards her. I had a problem with my eyes and pretty women; the Asian cast of her eyes fascinated me enough that I had to study the rest of her features.
"Are you looking for something for your wife?" she asked fidgeting as I continued to stare at her.
"I'm sorry," I said shaking my head to break contact with her not-so-plain brown eyes. "I'm not married."
"A girlfriend?" she asked.
"On the reserve list," I replied without thinking
"Excuse me?" she asked with her expressive eyes showing her confusion at my words.
"She and I haven't had our flashpoint," I said looking at the shorts thoughtfully. "She's given it some thought, but..."
I shrugged and reached out to touch the silk again.
"Does that actually happen?" she asked curiously.
"What?" I asked.
"A flashpoint when you're on the reserve list," she said with some mystery in her smile.
"Not often," I answered. "But when it does, the fire tends to leave scars."
"Do you like scars?" she asked wide-eyed.
"I'm still young enough to think passion should burn," I replied.
"Those are a little risque for someone on the reserve list," she said reaching out to touch the shorts; they were see-through.
"I imagine that she'll stand in front of the mirror that first time, look at herself, and think about me," I said smiling. "That might be as close as I ever get."
"You're one of those!" she said suddenly.
"Come again?"
"You like being on the list," she clarified.
I tilted my head and studied her again; her point surprised me in its honest assessment.
"I think I'll have to say guilty as charged," I told her. I thought about taking a step back as something dangerous came over her eyes.
"So have you decided on those?" she asked, nodding at the shorts.
"I'm trying to imagine how they'll look on her," I said confused by the tone of her voice; there was a hint of challenge to it.
"I could help you with that," she said taking a small step towards me. "I'll be glad to model them for you."
I looked behind and over my right shoulder, and then over my left to make sure.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I think I heard you incorrectly."
Her eyes wavered, and she opened her mouth.
"Actually, I heard correctly!" I said before she could retract her words. "You're about her size so I would love to see you in them... to make sure they're the right choice, of course."
I watched as her back straightened, and she nodded. I turned to keep my eyes on her as she closed and locked the front door. The sound of the lock catching made me thankful for the impulse that made me come inside.
"This way," she said reaching up to take the shorts off their display hanger. I followed as she walked to the back of the store, wondering if I would find out why she was doing this.
"You can sit there," she said pointing at a chair outside the dressing rooms. I sat down gingerly while looking for cameras that would make the entire thing a joke.
I thought she had lost her courage when I was still waiting a few minutes later. I was about to walk out when she pulled the curtain aside and stepped out.
"A runner?" I asked rhetorically. I felt an exceeding amount of pride that my voice, unlike my hands, did not tremble.
"Four times a week," she replied; her voice did quiver.
"It shows," I complimented. If her face had been difficult to pull my eyes away from, her tummy made it impossible. There were faint muscle lines outlining the seriousness of her athletic efforts. I put my hands behind me and clasped them tightly so that I would not do something stupid.
She turned her hips slightly; it dropped the panty-shorts an inch in front exposing a tattoo three or four kisses below her bellybutton. It was in some kind of Asian script that made my tongue want to learn to write it by tracing the beauty of its lines over and over again.
"Why did you..." I started but could not bring myself to finish.
"You like being on the list," she said sardonically. "You're perfectly safe."
The speed of my movement caught her by surprise; I stood up and crossed the distance between us in two steps. She swallowed a scream as I continued to move forward until I was crowding her against the wall with my body. Her eyes filled with sexual nervousness as my lips almost touched hers.
"I like being on her list," I whispered. "Yours... I don't think that would be enough. In fact, I know it wouldn't!"
There was a second among the ones that we stood frozen that I was sure her chest felt as tight to her as mine did to me. I put my hand close enough to her stomach that her heat warmed my fingers. She smelled of summer musk, and I took a deep breath to take in as much of her as I could.
Finally, I stepped back slowly.
"I'll take those," I said pointing at the shorts. She stood staring at me for a few more seconds before nodding and stepping back into the dressing room.
I was waiting by the register when she came out. She did not say anything to me as she took my payment and put the shorts in a store bag. I stared at the bag after she was done; there was something right about pushing it towards her.
"These are for you," I said looking at her. "And do me a favor, think about me when you put them on and look at yourself in the mirror."
"I will," I heard her whisper as I walked towards the door.
THE END
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I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel better now. Feel free to make me feel like I'm not the only one in lust with someone's Avatar.
And Yui -- Jesus Christ! That avatar is doing some serious leaning on one of my hotspots!
Well... at least it was a nice way to blow forty-five minutes.
Sincerely,
ElSol
Flashpoint
by ElSol
"Can I help you?" the saleswoman said from behind me.
I tried not to give a guilty start, but my hand moved away from the black panty-shorts too quickly. I had walked into the lingerie boutique impulsively and would have left as soon as I realized I was the only customer in the store but the shorts had caught my attention.
"I like those," she said smiling when I turned towards her. I had a problem with my eyes and pretty women; the Asian cast of her eyes fascinated me enough that I had to study the rest of her features.
"Are you looking for something for your wife?" she asked fidgeting as I continued to stare at her.
"I'm sorry," I said shaking my head to break contact with her not-so-plain brown eyes. "I'm not married."
"A girlfriend?" she asked.
"On the reserve list," I replied without thinking
"Excuse me?" she asked with her expressive eyes showing her confusion at my words.
"She and I haven't had our flashpoint," I said looking at the shorts thoughtfully. "She's given it some thought, but..."
I shrugged and reached out to touch the silk again.
"Does that actually happen?" she asked curiously.
"What?" I asked.
"A flashpoint when you're on the reserve list," she said with some mystery in her smile.
"Not often," I answered. "But when it does, the fire tends to leave scars."
"Do you like scars?" she asked wide-eyed.
"I'm still young enough to think passion should burn," I replied.
"Those are a little risque for someone on the reserve list," she said reaching out to touch the shorts; they were see-through.
"I imagine that she'll stand in front of the mirror that first time, look at herself, and think about me," I said smiling. "That might be as close as I ever get."
"You're one of those!" she said suddenly.
"Come again?"
"You like being on the list," she clarified.
I tilted my head and studied her again; her point surprised me in its honest assessment.
"I think I'll have to say guilty as charged," I told her. I thought about taking a step back as something dangerous came over her eyes.
"So have you decided on those?" she asked, nodding at the shorts.
"I'm trying to imagine how they'll look on her," I said confused by the tone of her voice; there was a hint of challenge to it.
"I could help you with that," she said taking a small step towards me. "I'll be glad to model them for you."
I looked behind and over my right shoulder, and then over my left to make sure.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I think I heard you incorrectly."
Her eyes wavered, and she opened her mouth.
"Actually, I heard correctly!" I said before she could retract her words. "You're about her size so I would love to see you in them... to make sure they're the right choice, of course."
I watched as her back straightened, and she nodded. I turned to keep my eyes on her as she closed and locked the front door. The sound of the lock catching made me thankful for the impulse that made me come inside.
"This way," she said reaching up to take the shorts off their display hanger. I followed as she walked to the back of the store, wondering if I would find out why she was doing this.
"You can sit there," she said pointing at a chair outside the dressing rooms. I sat down gingerly while looking for cameras that would make the entire thing a joke.
I thought she had lost her courage when I was still waiting a few minutes later. I was about to walk out when she pulled the curtain aside and stepped out.
"A runner?" I asked rhetorically. I felt an exceeding amount of pride that my voice, unlike my hands, did not tremble.
"Four times a week," she replied; her voice did quiver.
"It shows," I complimented. If her face had been difficult to pull my eyes away from, her tummy made it impossible. There were faint muscle lines outlining the seriousness of her athletic efforts. I put my hands behind me and clasped them tightly so that I would not do something stupid.
She turned her hips slightly; it dropped the panty-shorts an inch in front exposing a tattoo three or four kisses below her bellybutton. It was in some kind of Asian script that made my tongue want to learn to write it by tracing the beauty of its lines over and over again.
"Why did you..." I started but could not bring myself to finish.
"You like being on the list," she said sardonically. "You're perfectly safe."
The speed of my movement caught her by surprise; I stood up and crossed the distance between us in two steps. She swallowed a scream as I continued to move forward until I was crowding her against the wall with my body. Her eyes filled with sexual nervousness as my lips almost touched hers.
"I like being on her list," I whispered. "Yours... I don't think that would be enough. In fact, I know it wouldn't!"
There was a second among the ones that we stood frozen that I was sure her chest felt as tight to her as mine did to me. I put my hand close enough to her stomach that her heat warmed my fingers. She smelled of summer musk, and I took a deep breath to take in as much of her as I could.
Finally, I stepped back slowly.
"I'll take those," I said pointing at the shorts. She stood staring at me for a few more seconds before nodding and stepping back into the dressing room.
I was waiting by the register when she came out. She did not say anything to me as she took my payment and put the shorts in a store bag. I stared at the bag after she was done; there was something right about pushing it towards her.
"These are for you," I said looking at her. "And do me a favor, think about me when you put them on and look at yourself in the mirror."
"I will," I heard her whisper as I walked towards the door.
THE END
-----------
I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel better now. Feel free to make me feel like I'm not the only one in lust with someone's Avatar.
And Yui -- Jesus Christ! That avatar is doing some serious leaning on one of my hotspots!
Well... at least it was a nice way to blow forty-five minutes.
Sincerely,
ElSol
I am extremely flattered that you wrote this. "Flashpoint," eh? Very hot stuff, what with back me against the wall, almost touching, breathing the same air... 
