I had the kind of body that demands attention when I walk into a room. When a man looks at me, he immediately admits to himself, “She could get whatever she wants from me.”  The way my perky tits sat high and proud upon my chest and the curve of my tight ass would make any man lose control. I also exuded that confidence in the way I spoke to men and even in my stride. The long, slow, deliberate steps of my long-toned legs and the way my hips rocked softly with each step would even cause some ladies to stop and stare. Today was no different.

As far as I can remember, I’ve always loved being the center of attention. Feeling eyes dancing upon me, followed by adoring and sensual smiles, would never grow old. I especially get turned on when I catch the eye of a married man in the presence of his wife. When I say I get whatever I want, married men are not excluded and, in fact, make the sex that much more riveting.

There was one guy I met in a department store following alongside his wife. He appeared to be in his early to mid-forties, with a semi-sexy dad bod and a greying beard. He couldn’t peel his eyes away as I passed and nearly ran into a shopping cart, causing me to giggle and blush. He was visibly embarrassed and yet intrigued as he continued to follow my every step. I could feel his eyes drinking in every inch of me as I pretended to browse items nearby. Deciding I would have a little fun, I nodded my head and motioned for him to follow me as I entered the ladies’ dressing room. Once inside, I hurried, pulled him into my stall, and closed the curtain, our bodies face to face.

I could feel his heartbeat racing through his chest as my tits pressed softly against his body, and my hand took hold of his manhood, gripping it firmly as I spoke slowly and hushed. “ I could pull your cock out and take your right here and right now, knowing your wife is just inches away, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” I could feel his erection grow harder, instantly filling my hand as his breathing grew heavy and fast.