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One Size Fits All
"Can I help you?"
I turned around. "No...I'm fine."
She smiled. She had a pretty face; although she was probably in her late
twenties, she had the same kind of honest cheeriness that one would find
in a teenager.
I went back to the rack of jeans. As I walked around, looking for a pair
in my size, I found myself directly opposite from her. I looked up and
saw she was busy at the register. Her blouse, although not daring, did
highlight her attractive figure. I love a woman who wears mini-skirts,
and I was pleased to see that she was wearing I pulled a pair of jeans
off of the rack and wandered around, trying to find a matching shirt. Out
of the corner of my eye, I saw her finish ringing up someone's purchase.
As the woman walked away, I saw her eyes dart over to meet mine.
I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back. Ah, the joys of being
I had to hurry; my girlfriend Becky was waiting in the car. I found a
black turtleneck and went over to her register.
"Is there anywhere I can try these on?"
She grabbed a ring of keys and walked toward the back of the store. She
unlocked the door leading to the changing closets. When I asked her why
they kept them locked, she replied, "That way no one can sneak into the
changing rooms and steal stuff." It made sense to me...
She said, "Just let me know when you're done in here."
I went into one of the cramped closets and hung the clothes on a hook. I
tried the turtleneck and jeans on; I liked what I saw, but the turtleneck
was a little too small; I made a note to grab one in a larger size. I
began to take them off when I heard someone else come in to the changing
area. As I was pulling my T-shirt over my heard -- and temporarily unable
to see -- I heard the latch on the closet door open. A soft voice behind
me said, "Hmmm... I don't think those are the right size for you. Do
I finished putting my T-shirt on. "Does what fit?"
I felt a long fingernail trace the waistband of my boxers. "These."
I smiled; "You know, I've never had any problem with them before... but I
have been thinking of trying a larger size."
The fingernail continued tracing along my waistband. "Let's see."
I felt my blood began to rush as the smooth fingernails tugged at the
waistband of my underwear, pulling them down around my ankles. Her body
pressed itself against my back. I could feel her nipples through the
fabric of her clothing. She planted a kiss on the back of my neck and her
hands fastened around my waist. My mind began to reel as she began to
play with my pubic hair. My cock was erect by now, and she gently raked
her fingernails along the length of its shaft.
I closed my eyes as one hand slid up and down the length of my shaft, and
the other began to knead and massage my scrotum. I reached behind my back
and pressed my hand against her skirt. She stopped her a second to hitch
her skirt up around her waist. I rubbed my hand against her crotch; her
panties were getting damp from her excitement.
I pushed her against the wall of the cubicle and knelt in front of her. I
planted a kiss directly on her mound, and I could feel her juices soaking
the thin cotton material. She spread her legs slightly, and I pulled her
panties off. She gasped as I began to nuzzle in her pubic hair. I began
to kiss and lick softly along the opening of her lips, and in response
she lifted her legs so that her weight was now being borne on my
shoulders. I teased her pussy, kissing and licking and blowing on her
aroused flesh. She wrapped her legs around my head and pressed my face
tighter into her crotch. Her fingers were running through my hair as I
sucked on her pussy, and her breathing became audible and labored.
She climbed off of my shoulders, and drew me to my feet. She shoved me
against the wall and went for my erection. She took it into her mouth,
and by applying a light suction, began pumping furiously against my hard-
I closed my eyes and listened to the quiet sounds of her frenzied action.
Her small sounds of her slurping and sucking on my stiff prick were
driving me crazy. I managed to mumble, "We're gonna get caught sooner or
later. I want to be inside you."
She responded by giving my cock one last, long suck, and then stood up.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and with one hand, I guided my
hard-on into her moist lips.
I leaned against the wall, and she began kissing and nibbling on my neck
and I stroking in and out of her. The warmth, the friction, her
attentions on my neck -- they were all driving me crazy. I kissed her,
and I felt her tongue trying to enter my mouth. I dimly recognized the
sensation of our respective juices mingling as we kissed; most of my
attention was directed towards fucking her brains out as quickly and as
quietly as possible.
With a little practice, I managed to adjust my penetration so that the
majority of the friction was against her clitoris. I could tell she
appreciated it; as I pounded in and out, she began biting my ear while
trying not to scream. It didn't work -- as she neared her climax, she
began to yelp in my ear.
I could feel my come beginning to rise as well, and I told her so. In
response, she tightened her grip on my waist and I increased the rate of
my pumping. Her teeth bit into my shoulder, and I heard muffled scream of
ecstasy as her pussy clamped down on my penis. That sent me over the
edge, and with a grunt of satisfaction, I fired gout after gout of hot
semen into her pussy..
After a minute or two of afterglow we began the process of covering up
our crime. She got up and rearranged her clothing. She fixed her hair as
best she could while I got my clothes back on. She left the cubicle;
after a minute or so, I did the same.
I went up to the register. An older woman rang up my purchase; I took the
shopping bag and went out to the car. I thought about the attractive
young woman; I would definitely have to come back again!
As I got into the car, Becky looked at me. "So did you find what you were
I nodded. "And you?"
She smiled. "I always do." As I started the car, she took a brush out of
her purse and began to fix her hair.
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