Clothes shopping is always so boring, so when I saw the pretty little clerk eyeing me up, I knew it was going to be a fun day. With some coy smiles, and that sweet southern belle in my voice, I had her in the dressing room to “help” me. She was nineteen at best, thick in the thighs with honey-sweet eyes. And I wanted her.
Before she had even closed the latch, I was tugging my shirt off. I saw the way she stared at my tits, and even more when she realized I wasn’t wearing panties. “Ma’am, you cannot try on clothing without underwear.” She stuttered, red as a rose.
I had her pinned against the wall, my breath tickling her ear. “Why don’t you give me yours, then?” I purred.
She was sitting on the bench, pants off and panties torn before she realized. I dove in deep, licking her sweet cunt up and down. She was soaked; you’d think she’d never had her pussy eaten the way she was moaning. I was flicking my tongue over her clit, sliding two fingers into her pussy.
She came, hard and loud all over my face. She came twice more before the manager knocked on the door to “check on us”. I shot my honeygirl a wink, and went to let in the supervisor, naked.