Our products are priced high not only because of the quality of materials and designs, but also because we are known as the most professional clothing store in town, which means that we win by our service attitude. Every staff member undergoes a two-week training program in order to provide our customers with the friendliest and most attentive service.
The store I work at is in an upscale mall, and we have longer hours and close later in the evening than other stores. So, usually by the time I leave, the mall is empty.
Like today, when I put up the “closed” sign, the lights were out in the rest of the mall. Another girl in the store had left early and I was in charge of closing. After putting up the sign, I went into the dressing room and took off my staff uniform, ready to change into my own skirt and V-neck tank top. In order to provide customers with the ideal space to try on clothes, the changing room in this store is designed to be particularly spacious, as big as a separate room, with a long sofa, and very cozy with soft music.
After taking off my uniform, I was wearing pink underwear in the mirror, sexy and charming. I’m not very tall, about 160cm, my figure is exquisite, my breasts are firm and strong, exuding youthfulness……. Just as I was admiring my own figure, suddenly the doorbell rang, and someone wanted to push the door in. I even looked at wearing a skirt and undershirt, bare feet ran out the door. Outside the door stood a tall young man in his twenties, shirt and pants briefcase, live and let live the office worker. His entire body was soaked from head to toe, as if he had just stepped out of the shower room.
“Sir, I’m sorry, we’re closed.”
“Miss, it’s raining heavily outside and I’m in a hurry to get to the banquet, I need to buy clothes to change into, please, I’ll pick them out soon, please.”
“This ……” looked at him wet a pitiful look, and quite handsome, so agreed: “Well, you come in ah.”
“Thank you!”
When he entered the store, I gave him a towel to wipe his head. He quickly chose a couple of dresses and jeans and I led him to the dressing room to try on the clothes. Perhaps psychologically, as I walked, I felt a burning gaze behind me on my legs under my short skirt. In front of the dressing room, I asked professionally: “Sir, do you need anything else?” He said, “Do you sell men’s underwear at ……? My clothes are wet.” I said politely: “I’m sorry, we don’t sell underwear in this store.” He said thank you and closed the door.
I patiently stood guard at the door, waiting for my guest to come out.
However, after ten minutes, there was no movement.
I knocked softly on the door: “Sir, do your clothes fit?”
He looked a little bit lost: “I’m sorry, I’m having a little trouble with this dress …… …….”
I said kindly, “Sir, come out and let me help you.”
He said, “This …… isn’t very convenient …… my clothes are stuck, can you come in?”
I said, “Okay.” Then I pushed the door and entered.
The guest wore a flattering short-sleeved T-shirt that emphasized his toned muscles, and straight-legged jeans underneath for a stylish look.
“Sir, is there a problem?”
He was embarrassed and said, “I’m sorry …… the pull-ups on my pants …… got stuck …… I couldn’t get it right… …”
I blushed secretly, but in the spirit of professionalism, the only thing I could do was to crouch down and examine the problem for him.
Sure enough, the puller was about two points short of receiving the top. I tried to pull the puller up, but it wouldn’t budge.
I needed to be as careful as possible not to touch his body during the process, but I still couldn’t help but press against his pants and feel the bulging mass of male body underneath. My heart started to pound, but only kept telling myself that this was a professional job.
I looked up to find him standing and staring down, and that’s when I realized that my breasts were mostly exposed under my V-neck tank top.
I stood up, my face reddening with shame: “Sir, please take your pants out later and I’ll change them into another pair for you.”
Then he turned around and was ready to leave. He suddenly pulled my hand from behind, pressed on his hard pants gear: “Miss, this zipper is broken, how to solve it?” “How do I know ……” Before I could finish my sentence, he had already pulled down the zipper, and a huge thing broke out of the nest! It turned out that he didn’t wear any underwear!
“What… what do you want?” I was almost dazed by the behemoth.
“You just ran your hands all over it and it tickled me… is that how you all harass your male guests?”
He said as he approached and I backed all the way up, only to trip over the couch and fall onto it.
“How am I harassing you? You said you had a problem you wanted me to help with!”
“I have so many more questions for you!” He grinned lewdly, then sat down on the couch and took me in his arms.
“No!” I struggled desperately, but couldn’t break free from his embrace.
He sat on the couch, facing my back, and grabbed both of my wrists tight with his left hand. I sit spread-eagled on him with my entire body in the mirror. He blew in my ear, causing me to flake out.
His right hand climbed up my body, lifted up my tank top and inserted it under my bra to caress my breasts, while kissing my ear beads. He was so excited about his caresses that he pulled the bra upwards and two round globes of flesh popped out. I had never seen myself being caressed in front of a mirror before, and with all the stimulation I was experiencing, my nipples were hardening and my bottom was getting wet.
“Well? My good sister, are the boobs comfortable?” In his hands, the two breast globes were like snow-white flour, letting him rub them round and press them flat. “Mmmm ……”
“Let go of me ……,” I said softly.
“Do you really want me to let go of you?” His teasing breath blew on the side of my ear again, causing me to lose the strength to resist. His hands slowly slid downward from the peaks of my breasts, searching for a map on my body like ants, around the side of my waist, sliding up to my stomach, and then down the small of my back, slowly slipping down to my lower pussy. He slowly circled my pussy, and as a very sensitive person, I was immediately electrocuted and unconsciously got wetter; but his hand left again and slid up my thigh, stroking back and forth across the slippery skin.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m gentle.” He nibbled on my ear.
“Ah ……” I couldn’t help but moan as his hand slipped to my pussy again.
He stretched his legs out to the sides, and my legs, resting on his thighs, spread apart. In the mirror, I looked like a “big” woman, with my pink panties fully exposed and a little pubic hair on the sides.
His index finger searched my peach slit through the thin cloth and stroked up and down along it. Only in front of the mirror, a wet mark had appeared in my panties, showing the shape of the slit in full.
“Is it already this wet? How about this?” He slid his index finger down until it reached the mouth of his pussy, then ventured through the cloth and into my meaty hole. “Oh ……,” my nerves popped almost all the way up.
My pussy lips had been almost completely exposed as the cloth on both sides rolled into the hole with my fingers.
“Ah ……” Lust continued to ooze out of her vagina, staining her panties even wetter.
“So? It’s not good through the cloth, is it? Want to take your pants off?”
“I ……” I couldn’t open my mouth. His fingers probed deeper, making me want it even more. “Okay ……” I whispered.
“What? I can’t hear you? What do you want?” He deliberately messed with me.
“Take…take your pants …… off…”
“And then what?”
“Stick your fingers …… in your pussy…”
He immediately ripped off my panties. Knowing that I was no longer resisting, he let go of his left hand and attacked my pussy with both hands together.
It was the first time in all my years that I had watched my pussy being stroked in the mirror.
His left hand kept tweaking my pussy core, each stroke bringing me immense stimulation. The index and middle fingers of his right hand curled into my vagina along the opening of my pussy in a whirling motion, and then thrust hard, with a gradual sound of slurping water.
“Ah! Ahh!” My whole body was flaccid, enjoying the pleasure of it all, getting hotter and hotter.
He was thrusting harder and harder, and my waterway was on the verge of running out of banks as my body twisted and turned.
Suddenly, he stopped, pulled his cunt-slick fingers out, and pulled me to my feet. He pulled off his pants quickly, his burgeoning manhood straight and high.
“Well? Want this?”
“Yes!” How could I resist at this point?
“What do you want?” He sat down on the couch, his behemoth pulling up like a flag.
“To Stick a Pussy in a Pussy ……”
“With what plug?”
“Use your brother’s big cock ……”
“How do I insert it? I don’t understand, how are you going to do it?”
My vagina as ants bite like a hundred itching hard to stop, no longer care about the coyness of a lady, climbed onto the couch, aimed at the glans straight down, the male bow tightly sucked and slurped. He did not hesitate, immediately holding my waist up and down thrusting, each time deep into the end. My breasts oscillated with the leaps. We all gasped more and more sharply, and finally climaxed together in the throes.
Since that day, I have often stayed in the store on rainy nights, waiting for the next possible lovemaking oddity.