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Sin Slits - Volume 1
(Author Unknown)

    I have quite a bit of time on my hands. I have not held a job since I was fresh out of college. The man I married did so well in his career that I opted to stay home and raise our children. I have no regrets about that choice since my two boys have turned out very well. The youngest is a successful lawyer, recently made a partner and placed in charge of the Appeals Division of his firm. The older son went into computers after graduation but ended up moving to England after a massive retrenchment by the company he worked for. Who knows how they would have turned out if they'd been latch key kids? 

    What I do regret is the man I married. He recently went through a midlife crisis he resolved by running off with one of his secretaries. I don't know how he decided which one, perhaps he tossed a coin. My older son in England has been after me to visit him and my younger son has offered to pay the round-trip air fare so I've decided to accept their offers and see a little bit of the world, especially since I have very little else to do and my lawyer son can easily afford it. 

    A friend told me that I can get a passport photo a lot cheaper at a drugstore than at the regular passport photo places and I have a very frugal nature, possibly as a result of my Scot heritage so I entered the drug store at the closest shopping center and this delightful young girl was very helpful in explaining the procedures to me and offered a lot of very good advice since she had apparently done some traveling 

    While I was waiting for her to go through all the steps to get my passport finished, I noticed a lady come in and browse around the pain relief section of the store. She did not appear to be in any particular hurry until she finally decided on a brand of headache medicine and approached the check-out stand. 

    She huffed around a while and then said to the young lady who was helping me, "Excuse me but could you ring up this purchase? I am in quite a hurry." 

    I could tell the young clerk was embarrassed by the woman's rude behavior but she replied with admirable patience, "as soon as I finish with this customer I'll be right with you." 

    The woman literally exploded in her exasperation and went screaming for the manager. I saw a trace of worry in the young girl's face as she looked at me; apparently the store had no established procedures to cover this situation. 

    Soon the irate lady returned with the mild little store manager in tow but she didn't complain about what had actually occurred. No, she was busy berating the manager for allowing his salespeople to come to work dressed in such outrageous attire. Her shorts were too little and too tight and she obviously was not wearing any sort of undergarment under her loosely hanging top. 

    "Decent people will not patronize a store where the employees are allowed to come to work nearly naked." The woman fumed, apparently intent upon causing trouble for the young girl in which ever manner she desired. Meanwhile she was completely ignoring the severe time constraints she had previously claimed to be under. 

    The store manager was in a quandary trying to decide what to do. 

    I don't understand how businesses are run today. If the store had a dress code, the girl was either within the code or not and if she was not, that should have been decided at the beginning of her shift. If the store had no dress code, the girl could not be accountable for violating a rule that did not exist. 

    "Excuse me, Sir," I said to the manager, "but this woman came in here and dawdled around for some time choosing a headache product and then came to the counter demanding that this girl drop what she was doing and wait on her first. This girl behaved in a very professional manner and I'm sure in accordance with your established procedures and politely replied that she would be right with her as soon as she finished with me. That's what the old biddy is upset about and this complaint has nothing to do with her clothes." 

    "Well, I never..." said the woman and promptly left the store with her intended purchase still on the counter. 

    The manager thanked me for my intervention and went back to whatever store managers do after a crisis is resolved. 

    The girl thanked me with honest feeling after he left. She finished up cutting and pasting my photo and even included some extra copies. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked with such innocent candor that I was stricken with a strange feeling, almost a sensuous feeling. 

    "Perhaps you can help me find some sort of carry-on bag for the plane. I'm not sure I have anything suitable." I had to think of something to keep her from ushering me out the door with the unaccustomed feelings raging inside me. 

    She pointed to one of the upper shelves and said, "We have these camera cases that might be ideal." 

    She placed one of her trim and gorgeous legs on the counter under the shelves in order to reach the cases and when I saw the way her ass filled out her shorts, I immediately decided that I really needed to take a look at one of those camera cases. The bottom of one of her provocative ass cheeks was almost visible the way her shorts rode up when she lifted her slender leg. The well-toned muscles in her gorgeous thighs were driving me to distraction and I was having a difficult time remembering how to breathe. 

    She posed so prettily for me that I fervently wished I had a camera to record the beauty I was absorbing like Texas black land soil welcomes the rain. My enthralled vision moved up her beautiful back bared up to the single tie at her shoulders that held the top in place. Her obviously unfettered breast stood in profile and thrust forward in a heartbreaking curve that caused my cunt to seep in moisture. 

    Suddenly I was awash in memories of many young girls I knew in college and the naughty things we did to one another in that exploratory time in our lives when we reached out and tried to encompass what life had to offer. I was tinged with regret that I had not been even more open and pursued more of the opportunities I had when I was young. 

    I found some solace in the certainty that if I had chased after every sexy set of tits that I saw in college, I would never have married my husband and would never have known the joy of my two fine sons. I probably would not even be going to England and would not have needed the passport photo that had caused me to be exposed to this delectable vision of loveliness. 

    Her cheerful face soon dissolved into a look of complexity. "Do you want to see the camera case?" 

    "Oh, yes, I'm sorry I must have drifted off. You know they say the mind is the first thing to go but that's really not true. And I suppose I will need one of those cases, can you get it down?" 

    "If you come around the counter and help me. What is the first thing to go?" 

    I eagerly swung around the counter and stood as close to her as I could. "You're much too young for me to be talking about it." 

    "I'm older than I look, a lot older." 

    I very nearly lost control of myself when she reached over to lean on my shoulder as she swung up on her knee onto the counter under the shelves. "So you mean by a lot that you might be twenty-six and look twenty?" 

    "Well I 'm not quite twenty-six but most people think I'm eighteen. Anyway, if it's about sex, I'm definitely old enough and I could probably tell you a few things you don't know." With both hands up to lift the case, she said, "Grab a hold, I'm about to fall." 

    My hands went up to grab her and landed, by accident or design, right on the fullest and softest part of her round behind. She just stayed there with me holding her, neither trying to get up or climb down, as though she didn't object in the least to the way I was touching her. She confirmed this by saying, "I'll give you just an hour and a half to get your hands completely off my ass." 

    Not knowing what else to do, I giggled like a second grader. "So you could tell me a few things about sex?" I asked as I slowly helped her back to the floor. My hands brushed against the bare part of her lower back and I felt a sensual thrill I haven't experienced in many years. 

    When she bent over to get a large sack for the case, it was all I could do to keep from humping against her blue jeaned behind. "I'm sure there are lots of things I don't know. I'm sure I don't know what young girls like you do for fun after they get off work." I was shocked myself by the question that seemed to have just erupted spontaneously from somewhere deep inside my mind or maybe it came from my hands still tingling from holding her delicious ass. 

    "We do lots of things. Why, are you asking me out on a date?" She said, looking directly into my face to study my reaction. 

    "I definitely am. What time do you get off work?" I went for it despite feeling very foolish for even imagining such a thing, 

    "I didn't say I would. I've had dates with girls before but never with an older woman. What would you want to do?" 

    "That's what I'm trying to find out, what you do for fun." 

    "What kind of car do you drive?" 

    "A Mustang right now but I can change it this afternoon if you have a strong preference." 

    "There's no need for you to play so hard to get. I've already decided I owe you something for saving me from that vicious raptor that came in here looking for some fresh blood." 

    "I was just a casual observer." 

    "Yeah, well a lot of people are casual observers who remain very casual when it comes to confrontations to help somebody." 

    "I was afraid they'd make you go home and put on a Mother Hubbard dress and I couldn't look at your nice tushy in those sexy shorts." 

    "So that's why you wanted me to turn around and reach up for the camera case, huh? You have no intention of buying it." 

    "Oh, yes, I do need it. I want to buy it." 

    "You don't have to." 

    "What do they give you, a reverse commission for saving befuddled old ladies from making extravagant purchases? What a nice concept for a retail store. It's been tried by others but they only stayed in business for a few hours." 

    "Oh, all right, buy the damn thing!" she laughed, "and I was going to ask you what color your car was but I'm afraid you'd have it down to the body shop for a new paint job if I didn't react with the proper enthusiasm." 

    "It's a yellow convertible and I'd love to see what it looked like with your long mane flowing out over the back seat." 

    "My shift ends at six," she said thoughtfully as she punched in the numbers to ring up my purchases and process my credit card. 

    "I'll see you then," I said as she handed me the sack. My hand touched her hand briefly, but enough to awaken feelings I'm not sure I ever experienced before. "You do want me to come by? You know you don't really owe me anything." I guess I was grasping for reassurance. 

    "I'll see you at six. Now be a good girl and go, before I get fired for spending so much time with you." 

    I left the store, passport and camera bag in hand but I'm not sure my feet ever touched the ground. I was so excited; it was like the most far-fetched fairy tale that could be imagined. Why would she do that, go out with a woman twice her age? I had no notion what I was going to do, what girls did together. That's when the panic struck. I had just rushed into this thing without thinking. I wish I had someone to talk to. Do they have emergency counseling services for doddering old fools who jump into alternative life styles at my age? 

    Maybe it wasn't even an alternative life style. Maybe she was just being friendly to a woman she felt like had helped her out of a little jam. My goodness, what was I going to do? How was I going to act? What if I touched her and she reacted like I was crazy? 

    I don't know how I got through the rest of the afternoon. I somehow managed not to have my car painted or to trade it in. I searched through every closet trying to decide what I should wear. I was so keyed up I jumped at every sudden sound. My telephone rang and I was hanging on to the ceiling by my fingernails and toenails. It was just another telephone solicitor, like three fourths of the calls I receive. Who pays for all that and what do they get from it? Surely nobody buys anything because of a randomly selected phone call. 

    I did get through it. I was sitting in my car dressed in the best clothes I owned and also the sexiest, waiting for her outside the store. My heart fluttered every time the door opened, and finally surged when I recognized her in her tie-died looking top, her short blue jean shorts, and her sandals with the mind-numbing straps wound around her magnificent calves. 

    I tapped the horn and she looked over with the most radiant smile I'd ever seen, maybe she was glad that I was there. I survived another few attacks of panic as she walked over and climbed into my car. She greeted me and leaned back against the seat, spreading her thighs wide despite my arrested vision. I could not tear my eyes away. She even rested her hand palm down on the inside of one of her full, gorgeous thighs. 

    "Where do you want to go?" I managed to croak through my suddenly malfunctioning throat.