1. Consignment shop treasure


    Date: 8/12/2016, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: ConnMan38, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    Who doesn't love a good bargain? Dickering to seal a deal. I do, so I'm often visiting small antique stores, thrift stores, and flea markets looking for stuff, and then trying to get it for less money. Sometimes I know what I want, other times I stumble across something rather unexpected and snap it up. That's what led me to a little consignment shop next three towns away. I was browsing Craigslist when I saw an advertisement for a steamer trunk. I wanted but didn't really need a trunk, and since I didn't recognize the dealer's name or address I jumped in my truck and headed over to take a look at the place. Sandwiched in between the gas station and a pizzeria was the store. Nice little place. A cowbell on the door announced my arrival. "I'll be right out," a woman's voice called out from somewhere a few seconds later. "No rush," I yelled back and started to browse. The store was chilly, like someone forgot to turn on the heat. I saw pretty much what I expected to see in a store like this: chairs and furniture from different decades, metal advertising signs, old bottles, toys, some clothing no one will likely ever wear again, and a Coke machine so faded that it must have spent its working life outside. What I didn't expect was the beautiful woman who came out of the back room. "Hi, I'm Kelly," she said. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I was sorting some stuff I just picked up." She was in her mid-twenties, with blue eyes and long brown hair. Pretty. Rings of all sizes on every ...
    finger. Her figure was hidden by a bulky black down coat and baggy grey sweat pants. "Not a prob," I smiled. "Just checking things out here. I saw a couple of your classified ads online and came by to look around." "Great," she said. "We do all of our advertising there. What are you looking for?" I told her about the trunk I saw, and followed her over to a three-door armoire that could use a good restoration. Sitting on the ground was the trunk, partially covered by a quilt and a rotary dial phone and a toy army truck. As Kelly squatted down to move those things away I was treated to a glimpse of her butt crack. "Looks nice," I said. Before she could say anything the phone rang. I watched as Kelly got up and walked away, suddenly aroused by the nice way her hips moved. How easily the mind starts to daydream. Anyway, I knelled down and spent a couple of minutes looking at the trunk. It wasn't anything special, but it was in good shape. I was also thinking about Kelly, of course. "Nice butt," I muttered to myself aloud. "Sorry, what did you say?" Kelly asked. I didn't realize she had finished her call and was standing behind me. "Uh," I stammered as I stood up. "Nice, but, not sure if it's what I want. And it's priced a bit on the high side, I think. How much wiggle room do you have?" "I always have room to wiggle." She smiled. Mischievously? "Okay then," was all I could say. Was she flirting with me to make a sale? I'm fine with that. As I looked into her eyes I said, "There is ...
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