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enough to provoke tremendous temptation. The knee-high length made it almost elegant.
She did the rest.
I wiped my sweaty palms against the thighs of my jeans. “I love it.”
“Love it, or just kind of like it?”
I shook my head in disbelief at what stood before me. “Love, love, love it. You look stunning.”
She cocked her hip. “Should I get it?”
“If you don’t, I will.”
“Oh, I’d love to see you in this.”
“Not for me, you weirdo. For you. It’s perfect.”
Her eyes dropped to my feet and slowly raised until she met my gaze. She pressed her biceps against the sides of her boobs, forcing more of them to burst out of the plunging neck of the dress. “Okay, I’ll get it.”
I felt my dick go stiff until the denim fabric of my jeans prevented any further progression.
“Uhhm.” She cocked her hip, pressed her elbow to her side, and wagged her index finger toward me. “Your uhhm. You’ve got that stiff cock thing going on again.”
I glanced over my shoulder before pressing the heel of my palm against it. “I’m well aware.”
With her eyes glued to my crotch, she raised one of her perfectly arched eyebrows. “Shame.”
I checked over my shoulder again, did what I could to adjust myself, and pointed toward the long row of dressing rooms. “Go change.”
Obviously making a conscious effort to destroy my sexual reservations, she turned and sashayed toward her dressing room. Watching the cheeks of her perfectly shaped ass rise and fall with each exaggerated step without acting on my desires was sheer torture. With a perfect combination of beauty, charm and elegance, she made her way to the doorway at the end of the corridor.
Thirty seconds later, and she was calling out to me for help.
“Michael, can you come here for a minute?”
Being at Saks Fifth Avenue on a Wednesday night was a far different shopping experience than what I was used to. In complete contrast to my midday runs to the hardware store for duct tape or makeshift firearms parts, it was actually enjoyable. Not only was there a lack of patrons in the store, there seemed to be far fewer employees, which made me feel much less guilty about walking to her dressing room and seeing exactly what it was she thought she needed.
“What?” I asked, the tone of my voice expressing a nonexistent annoyance.
“I need help.”
“With what?”
“It’s stuck?”
“What’s stuck?”
“Just open the door.”
“ Shoppers , Saks Fifth Avenue will be closing in fifteen minutes. At this time , we ask that you bring your selected items directly to the closest sales associate , and make your purchase. Thank you for shopping with Saks. ”
“You heard that, right? They close in a few minutes. What do you want?”
“Just open the door, Michael.”
I turned and peered down the forty-foot-long corridor I had just walked down. With the exception of hers, none of the dressing rooms were occupied. The one she had chosen was at the end of the string of identical rooms.
“What’s the problem?”
“It’s stuck. Just come help me.”
A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed what I already suspected.
The hallway remained empty.
I pushed the door ajar just enough to speak through the opening. “What’s stuck?”
“Just open it.”
I opened the door slightly.
Bent over the small bench in the corner of the room, Terra stood with the little black dress bunched up around her waist. With her bare ass pointed directly at me, and her equally bare pussy free for the taking, she shifted her weight from side to side, causing the muscles in her long lean legs to flare each time she did so.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered. I stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind me. “You little fucker, nothing’s stuck.”
“It’s my mind,” she said over her shoulder. “It’s stuck on you.”
She was adorable. There was no denying it. But. She was equally mischievous.
“Cover that thing up,” I whispered.
Bent
She did the rest.
I wiped my sweaty palms against the thighs of my jeans. “I love it.”
“Love it, or just kind of like it?”
I shook my head in disbelief at what stood before me. “Love, love, love it. You look stunning.”
She cocked her hip. “Should I get it?”
“If you don’t, I will.”
“Oh, I’d love to see you in this.”
“Not for me, you weirdo. For you. It’s perfect.”
Her eyes dropped to my feet and slowly raised until she met my gaze. She pressed her biceps against the sides of her boobs, forcing more of them to burst out of the plunging neck of the dress. “Okay, I’ll get it.”
I felt my dick go stiff until the denim fabric of my jeans prevented any further progression.
“Uhhm.” She cocked her hip, pressed her elbow to her side, and wagged her index finger toward me. “Your uhhm. You’ve got that stiff cock thing going on again.”
I glanced over my shoulder before pressing the heel of my palm against it. “I’m well aware.”
With her eyes glued to my crotch, she raised one of her perfectly arched eyebrows. “Shame.”
I checked over my shoulder again, did what I could to adjust myself, and pointed toward the long row of dressing rooms. “Go change.”
Obviously making a conscious effort to destroy my sexual reservations, she turned and sashayed toward her dressing room. Watching the cheeks of her perfectly shaped ass rise and fall with each exaggerated step without acting on my desires was sheer torture. With a perfect combination of beauty, charm and elegance, she made her way to the doorway at the end of the corridor.
Thirty seconds later, and she was calling out to me for help.
“Michael, can you come here for a minute?”
Being at Saks Fifth Avenue on a Wednesday night was a far different shopping experience than what I was used to. In complete contrast to my midday runs to the hardware store for duct tape or makeshift firearms parts, it was actually enjoyable. Not only was there a lack of patrons in the store, there seemed to be far fewer employees, which made me feel much less guilty about walking to her dressing room and seeing exactly what it was she thought she needed.
“What?” I asked, the tone of my voice expressing a nonexistent annoyance.
“I need help.”
“With what?”
“It’s stuck?”
“What’s stuck?”
“Just open the door.”
“ Shoppers , Saks Fifth Avenue will be closing in fifteen minutes. At this time , we ask that you bring your selected items directly to the closest sales associate , and make your purchase. Thank you for shopping with Saks. ”
“You heard that, right? They close in a few minutes. What do you want?”
“Just open the door, Michael.”
I turned and peered down the forty-foot-long corridor I had just walked down. With the exception of hers, none of the dressing rooms were occupied. The one she had chosen was at the end of the string of identical rooms.
“What’s the problem?”
“It’s stuck. Just come help me.”
A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed what I already suspected.
The hallway remained empty.
I pushed the door ajar just enough to speak through the opening. “What’s stuck?”
“Just open it.”
I opened the door slightly.
Bent over the small bench in the corner of the room, Terra stood with the little black dress bunched up around her waist. With her bare ass pointed directly at me, and her equally bare pussy free for the taking, she shifted her weight from side to side, causing the muscles in her long lean legs to flare each time she did so.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I whispered. I stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind me. “You little fucker, nothing’s stuck.”
“It’s my mind,” she said over her shoulder. “It’s stuck on you.”
She was adorable. There was no denying it. But. She was equally mischievous.
“Cover that thing up,” I whispered.
Bent
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