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Deal [Dressing Room Seduction]
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Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author
does not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you
lack the maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no
circumstances read this story without the express permission
and guidance of someone more mature. -- deirdre
Deal
by deirdre
Caught! That's the only way to describe it. My wife, Jennifer, said
she had to shop for some clothes, and we were at the mall, so I
ended up accompanying Jennifer at the clothing store. Waiting, over
and over, for my wife to try on yet another outfit. Caught.
Oh, she was happy to ask my opinion about each item she tried on,
and I did my best to offer her the kind of advice she sought, but still
I sat there a lot thinking about being outside--anywhere but there.
She did try on a few rather sexy dresses, and soon she tried on some
swim suits. Jennifer is great to look at, and I have to admit I did
enjoy watching when she came out in some of those suits. The
saleswoman was picking out suits for Jennifer to try on--she had
picked out some of the sexier dresses too--and Jennifer seemed to
go along with it and it looked to me like she was enjoying the effect
that the show was having on me.
Then once when Jennifer was in the dressing room, the saleswoman
edged up to me and said "Do you mind if I make a try for her?" It
took a few seconds for me to digest that, coming right out of the
blue.
"What?" was my brilliant reply.
"Do you mind if I make a try for her? Please? I'll make it worth
your while."
"She's not into that."
"Just say I can try. Please? I'll make sure you don't regret it...
Please?"
"Well, you can try," was my final pronouncement. I thought about
how quickly Jennifer would drag me out of there if the woman really
did it. I glanced at the woman. She was a little shorter than
Jennifer and had dark hair--almost black--and seemed to be in her
thirties though she was quite attractive. A lesbian. I was intrigued.
Then Jennifer came out in another swimsuit: a one-piece that was
cut pretty high in the leg. She did look delicious. I surreptitiously
glanced at the saleswoman. Now that I looked for it, I could see that
she was entranced. She had another swimsuit in her hand, a little
white bikini, and finally she told Jennifer the suit looked great, and
then pressed the bikini into her hands.
As soon as Jennifer was back into the changing room, the woman
told me to come with her and dragged me through a door into the
stock room. She took me to a spot next to some boxes and told me to
wait there. Then she went back out. I waited there, wondering. In a
minute, she came in another door to the stock room which apparently
came from the changing rooms. She was drawing Jennifer with her.
"Here, I'll fix this," she said and she was adjusting Jennifer's suit,
pulling here and moving a strap there. I couldn't believe how much
she could get her hands on Jennifer in such a natural way!
Then she told Jennifer that she should wear a different top with it,
and in a second, she had Jennifer's top off! She looked around as if
to make sure no one was around, and then told Jennifer that she'd be
back in a second. Then she was gone!
Jennifer had her arms crossed to cover her breasts, and she looked
very uncomfortable. She looked around, nervously. Then the
saleswoman was back with another top. She was immediately
behind Jennifer, putting in on her, and as soon as she had it on, she
had her arms underneath Jennifer's adjusting it. Then she said
Jennifer should have a different bottom. She dashed out again,
leaving Jennifer there and was back in seconds. Once again, Jennifer
looked very self-concious waiting for her there, though now she had
a full swimsuit on. When the saleswoman got back, she very quickly
had Jennifer's bottom off! I don't think Jennifer knew what was
coming! The woman held the new bottom up as if she were seeing
what it would look like on Jennifer, and then was putting it on her,
herself. She adjusted it a bit, and smoothed it down, and then all of
the sudden, her fingers were inside the front. And the fingers of her
other hand were inside the back.
"Hey!" Jennifer didn't say it too loud, but she sounded surprised and
alarmed.
"Relax," said the saleswoman. She seemed completely unconcerned,
but very serious and as if she meant business. Jennifer still looked
alarmed, but in seconds she was breathing hard and as I watched her
face, it melted from alarm into a faraway stare with her mouth
hanging open. She looked as if she were in a trance. The bottom
came off again and I could see that the woman was pushing fingers
into Jennifer's cunt while fingering the top of her slit. Her other
hand was on Jennifer's ass and it looked like she was pushing a
finger into Jennifer's rear. Jennifer just kept staring into space as
her breathing became heavier and heavier. Suddenly the woman
lifted one hand and grabbed Jennifer's head and pulled it to her own
and they were kissing. The woman was obviously taking the lead and
still had her other hand between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer was
breathing so hard, she was having trouble keeping up the kiss. Her
eyes were closed and she looked like she would fall down if the
woman didn't have her hand behind her neck pulling her into the kiss.
Finally, I could tell Jennifer was coming and the woman pulled her
into a one-armed hug. Jennifer's arms were still at her side and she
was still wearing just the bikini top.
In a minute, the woman got Jennifer standing on her own feet again
and told her she had better hurry and get dressed or her husband
would be wondering what became of her. She practically pushed
Jennifer back into the dressing room and then quick as a flash, she
was over to where I was crouching and watching from my hiding
place.
"Stand up, quickly!" she said in a hurried whisper. When I stood up,
she was immediately on her knees in front of me, and had unzipped
my pants. She had my cock in her mouth in seconds and was sucking
on it hard and bobbing her head back and forth. She stopped to lick it
a couple of times. And I was hard, and she could get it down her
throat and it was amazing! In seconds, I was coming and she
swallowed without hesitating. Then she licked and sucked it clean,
and put it back and zipped my pants and pushed me out. On the way
out she said in a low voice: "You should be fucking her ass. Every day
if you can manage it."
I was back out before Jennifer was finished getting dressed. She
came out and both the woman and I were casually standing around.
Jennifer ended up buying one of the dresses she had tried on before
the swimsuits. When we left, the saleswoman told us to make sure
we come again soon.
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