When I saw you at the mall I did a double-take. You were nearly stunning in a pair of white jeans with a slim gold belt and shiny silk blouse. High heels clicking; a princess in the midst of pigs. You were older, but you knew your own beauty. Your bearing, even more than your dress, made that obvious. I smiled as I observed at least three men watching you, trying to make eye contact.
Instead, you noticed me.
There should be no reason for it. My outfit was nothing to write home about; a black tank top over a pair of red shorts, and scuffed tennies. I had to admit, the shorts did showcase the tan of my legs. I had just recently gotten back from Florida. Every activity there is outside, except for some things. Those were the kind of things I was thinking about as I watched you cross the glossy marble floor, coming directly toward me.
Without a doubt, you saw the submissiveness in me. I seem to project that, I've been told. By my dommes, and by the guys who get to use me, when I crave a hard fucking from a hard man.
At this moment, I wasn't interested in dick.
I looked down as you walked up to me, an automatic reaction that I hate. I would much rather be able to hold eye contact with someone like you, but I'm not built that way. In the presence of a forceful personality, I fade like cheap fabric in the sun.
"Hi!"
"Hello, miss," I responded, struggling to force my eyes upward.
You chuckled. "Miss, is it?" you asked. "Either you're just being respectful, or you're…"
You didn't finish, leaving me to confirm or deny what you were hinting at. I couldn't speak; a definite confirmation. You chuckled again. My discomfort seemed to amuse you. Your dominant personality was as palpable as the tile-covered pillar I collapsed back against. My knees were suddenly weak.
"What are you doing here?" you questioned, using one finger to raise my chin until I was forced to look into your eyes. The green depths there muddled my thoughts, and I moved my mouth without speaking, like a fish hauled out of water.
Finally, I found some words. "I… I'm just hanging," I said.
OMG! How lame that sounded!