1. The Shoplifter Chapter Two


    Date: 1/22/2016, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    would be expensive. He paused. I hesitated, “I have some money, but I could not come up with a lot without someone at home knowing.” I offered, not knowing anything else to say. We sat looking at one another. His expressions had softened to the point of almost “friendly”. He spoke much more softly, “Well let’s not worry about money right now. We can work that out I am sure.” I could tell he was very pleased he had come up with something that might help me. He went over to sit in the chair behind the desk. I went over to sit on the straight plastic chair by the wall. We both seemed to just stare off into space. Everything went quiet. Time slowed to a creep. This was going to be a long thirty minutes for sure. Neither of us said a thing. He looked at the far corner of the room: I looked down at my lap. As time passed my crazy mind started to go into overtime. This strange fortitude came over me, an artificial bravery; it grew strong and stronger as I sat thinking about all that was going on. Envisioning I could see light at the end of the tunnel somehow emboldened me. So this room was the torture chamber that had entered my nightmares every night all summer. It was really just small, blue, and plain. Almost like a jail cell. What a terrible place to work day after day for your entire life. So this was the big black monster that was at the center of my every nightmare. He did not look at all scary any more. He looked worried and concerned. Sure he was big and black and bald, ...
    but not so scary any more. In a strange way he had been a victim that day as much as me. He was the victim of my short skirt. I was wearing the wrong thing. He never would have done what he did if I had been dressed otherwise. He lost control and put his freedom and his precious job in jeopardy. Had I not been wearing that skirt, he probably would have simply called the police. I was the felon. My shoplifting had caused everything, but what he did was very unethical and illegal. We were both so guilty, we both contributed to this mess, but only one of us was pregnant. I looked down at my lap. He for sure would not have done it if I had looked the way I did now. This dress, unbelted, not only covered my tummy, but it really made me look like a frump. It hung loose on me everywhere. I looked like one of those fat pregnant ladies we amigos kidded about—all I needed was a shopping cart to push...and a black baby to tow. SOLUTION Everything went absolutely quiet. I sat very straight with my legs crossed and my skirt pulled down over them as far as possible. Not a word, nor a glance, was exchanged between us. Time slowed to a creep. It seemed like we were going to wait forever. Our exchange had been so emotional I felt exhausted, but this quiet was almost unbearable. I needed something to be happening. For unknown reasons, my mind wandered from the day of terror to those erotic fantasies I had been having every night in bed. This was the place where it started—over there sat the ...
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