Posted by Doug on September 13, 1999 at 18:51:54:
It had been a nice afternoon of shopping. They had not purchased much: just a few books and some sexy lingerie. As they made their way to the mall exit, Paul spotted another shop of interest. "Let's have a look in there," he suggested, tugging his wife Helen gently by the hand.
Pretty colours and wonderful fragrances flooded their senses as they entered the Bath and Beauty Shop. Soaps and aromatic oils and bath beads of every shade and fragrance were displayed abundantly in baskets and jars. A couple of fragrant candles were burning in the softly lit store to enhance the mood.
Paul picked up a small shopping basket and began carefully to select some soaps and bath oils. "Mmmmm! This is nice. Do you like it?" Paul held a vial of massage lotion up to Helen's nose. She nodded and he placed it in the basket. Paul thought that these purchases would perfectly complement the lovely selection of Italian lingerie he had bought for Helen that day. How he loved it when Helen would come to his bed, her skin silky and fragrant from the bath, tantalizing the senses of touch and smell just as her lingerie intrigued the eye.
As he was about to pay, he thought of one more thing. He turned back and began to scan the shelves. Sponges. Face clothes. Towels. Surely here he could find...
"May I help you, Sir? " It was one of the two salesgirls, a pretty, fashionably dressed young woman who could not have been more than twenty years old. "Are you looking for something in particular?"
"Well, yes, actually," Paul replied. "I'm looking for a hairbrush." Paul glanced at Helen and smiled. Her eyes opened wide in alarm and she pinched his arm.
"Is it for you, Sir?" the salesgirl asked, looking at his closely cropped hair, "or for madame?" She shot an inquiring glance at Helen whose lovely tresses hung down around her shoulders.
"Well, for both of us in a way. But for her more than me, I suppose."
"Well," the girl said, turning and beckoning them to follow her, "we have several different types over here."
As soon as the girl had turned her back to them, Helen shook Paul's arm and angrily mouthed, "Noooooo!" Paul smiled back at her charmingly.
"These are very popular," the girl said. Paul was disappointed to see that she had picked up the useless plastic kind of hairbrush that seems to have taken over the world. "Is this what you had in mind?"
"Not exactly," Paul replied. "I would really like a wood backed hairbrush."
The salesgirl quickly glanced at Helen as though to see whether the lady who would presumably be using it had an opinion. She found it strange that the older woman, whom she judged to be about forty years old, seemed to blush.
"We do have a this one in wood," the girl said, placing the plastic brush in its place and lifting another one out of a wicker basket. "How's this?" she asked, hesitant as to whether she should pass it to the man or woman. Paul reached out and took it.
The girl watched as Paul took the brush by the handle and smacked it a couple of times against his left palm. "Well, I had something bigger in mind. Something with a heftier handle and a larger surface area." Paul smacked it against his palm again, examining it skeptically.
Suddenly a light went on in the girl's head. Excited by a strange thought, she shot another glance at Helen. There could be no doubt about it. This woman, pretty and fashionable but old enough to be her mother, was blushing.
"Well Sir...um..." the girl hesitated as the gentleman looked at her with his calm, brown eyes. Her heart beat wildly at the audacity of what she was about to say to this man in front of his wife. "I was just thinking, Sir, that if a sturdy handle and a large back are the most important features, you might want to consider a bath brush instead." The gentleman's smile almost melted the girl. "He was sooooo good looking," she later commented to her friend.
"Interesting idea," Paul replied. "I don't think it is written anywhere that it has to be a hairbrush."
Now the salesgirl blushed at the apparent confirmation of her wild surmise. Nevertheless, she looked openly at the older woman, whose eyes were averted in obvious embarrassment, and couldn't help smiling triumphantly at the thought that she was helping this distinguished looking gentlemen to equip himself to...to...Oh dear! Not only was her heart pounding at the thought, but a delicious warmth was flooding her womb.
Paul was suitably impressed with the bath brush the girl showed him and he promptly concluded his business at the cash register. He noted with satisfaction that as the salesgirl rung the items up she could not prevent herself from glancing several times with a look of excitement at his subdued wife.
As Paul and Helen left the shop and crossed in front of the windows, Paul looked back into the shop to see the salesgirl excitedly explaining something to the other girl and both girls looking in their direction.
As he smiled warmly at the two young ladies, he reached down in a leisurely manner and smacked his wife's shapely bottom with the palm of his hand, causing her to gasp in surprise and alarm.
He would long remember his last glimpse of the two salesgirls' pretty faces as they looked after him, their eyes wide and their mouths open with apparent delight.
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