A romantic encounter while buying jeans

To buy a new pair of jeans, I went to the Lee counter at Yintai Department Store. I didn't have a particular brand preference, and after walking from one end of the row of jeans counters to the other,

I decided to go to the Lee counter at the very back. Since all jeans are pretty much the same to me, I didn't bother comparing them.

The sales assistant seemed a bit older, around 30, unlike the other sales assistants who seemed younger. However, with makeup and her uniform, she looked quite good, with a kind of alluring beauty.

Although it was Saturday, it was strangely quiet at midday; there weren't many customers in the store. Was it due to the economic downturn? The sales assistant greeted me as soon as she saw me,

and soon she brought out a new pair of jeans. I went to the fitting room to try them on. After a while, the sales assistant came to the door and asked if they fit. I pulled back

the fitting room curtain to let her see, and I told her the waist seemed too wide. She said, "Really? Let me see?"

Hearing her say that, I naturally pulled the pants down to let her see, but for some reason, I pulled the front of the pants down, and she happened to look down, so she saw my

underwear completely. At the time, I didn't think anything was strange, but after a while, I realized I had done something wrong. However, she very generously pulled down the pants and said,

"It's normal! This style of pants uses a stretchy fabric, and with the mid-rise cut, you'll feel that the pants are too big." After saying that, she went out and got me another pair of pants.

So I tried on three more pairs of pants, but none of them fit quite right—either the waist was too wide or the thighs too narrow. Each time, she would tug at my waistband, either

at the crotch or the buttocks area, meaning she was subtly spying on me.

I tried on a few more pairs, and the situation remained the same: each pair was too wide at the waist. She would tug at my pants each time, stealing a glance.

The distance between us grew closer and closer until she was practically glued to me, her perfume wafting over me. When I realized her intentions, my

penis was already rock hard. I decided to take a gamble and see if I could have a dressing room encounter.

When she brought out another pair of pants, I decided to pull my underwear down a little so that the head of my penis would be exposed. "Since you want to see, I'll let you

see more clearly." I was secretly planning to do this. If this trick didn't work, I could just say it was an accident. When she asked me again from outside the curtain, I

nervously said that my waist still didn't fit. Although that was partly true, it still made me break out in a cold sweat.

She pulled back the curtain and came in, pressing herself against me to check if my pants fit. I'm sure she saw my purplish-red glans sticking out of my underwear. I boldly put my

right around her waist and gently hugged her, saying, "If you still can't find pants that fit, I won't buy them."

Her eyes were fixed on my glans as she said, "I'll get some other pants right away." With that, she turned to leave with the pants in her hands. I called after her, "Wait! I haven't even worn

those pants yet!"

She smiled with a look of sudden realization and said, "I'm so sorry! I'm dizzy from all the walking around. Try them on first, and I'll get some other pants." After putting down the pants, she

blushed ran away with her head down.

I watched her leave with a lewd grin, thinking I could take my teasing a step further. Just as I was taking off my pants, she came running over to ask if they fit. I laughed

and said I hadn't taken them off yet! She seemed a little embarrassed by her haste and stammered, "Oh! Well... well... I'll come back later..."

She came back to ask me three times while I was trying on two pairs of pants.

Finally, I tried on my tenth pair, but they still didn't fit. I pulled back the curtain and called her. She came into the fitting room carrying a pair of pants. I complained, "

Why don't they fit? This is the tenth pair already! You don't have my size here. I'll have to go to another store."

Hearing this, she panicked and said, "No! Our pants are a new style. Maybe you're not used to them. They're supposed to be like this, all baggy. Other

customers love this style." As she spoke, she reached out, and perhaps because she was too hasty, her hand went deep into the waistband, her fingertips touching my hot, erect

penis. She gasped and tried to pull her hand away, but I grabbed it first. My other hand wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her closer. "Look for yourself, I

'm not used to such a wide waist. Don't you guys have high-waisted pants?"

I said, pulling her hand deeper into my crotch. She panicked and shyly didn't know where to look, afraid to look at my face or her hand. She could only look in

the fitting room mirror, but as soon as she saw her own face, she quickly turned her head away.

I tightened my grip with my right hand, pulling her into my arms. She was a head shorter than me, her face buried in my chest. Her left hand, holding my pants, was pressed against our

waists , while her right hand was held by me, her tense, stiff fingers pressed against my erect penis. She wanted to pull away but couldn't bear to, so she just stood there frozen.

Then I asked, "What are you going to do now?" After saying that, I released her hand and pulled down my pants myself. She regained her senses after what I said,

looked down as I pointed, and couldn't help but gasp softly. Because I took off my underwear, my erect penis, throbbing and bulging with veins, revealed a deep, intricate

forest of dark hair , emanating a strong masculine scent. She stared at it intently, her delicate hand, adorned with painted nails, slowly making its way towards my crotch.

Just as I was nearing my climax, I suddenly pulled her hand away. "What other pants do you have? I haven't found the size I need yet!" She looked at me, then after a moment

of realization, said, "I'll go find some for you." With that, she grabbed my other spare pants and left, leaving my underwear among them.

After a while, she returned with two pairs of pants. "This time it'll definitely work, try them on." She then drew the curtains and made me try them on. After I finished dressing, I called to her, "

Come in and take a look."

As soon as she pulled open the curtain, I pulled her in. I held her tightly in my arms, her slender fingers gently circling my crotch and waist as she asked, "Do...do your pants fit...

?" My right hand was around her, while my left hand slid over her slender waist and gently caressed her shapely buttocks encased in the tight skirt. "They fit perfectly! The waist is just right, but..."

"But what...?" She buried her face in my chest and whispered.

"It's just that the crotch is too tight now." I kissed her hair, my left hand gently kneading her buttocks. "It's okay, I'll alter them for you." She

gently stroked my crotch with her whole hand. "How will you alter them? It's hard to alter them here, isn't it?" I whispered in her ear.

"It's okay, I can fix it now." She knelt down, reached out her slender hand, unzipped her pants, and pulled out my hard, angry cock. She opened her bright red lips

and swallowed it whole. "I'll fix it for you now, just wait a moment!"

Her nimble tongue entwined around my cock, her beautiful face buried in my thick, dark forest, as she meticulously altered my pants. Her breath gently

brushed my pubic hair as she focused intently on sucking my cock. Before long, my cock was glistening with moisture, and her oral skills were indeed superb.

Soon I felt myself about to climax, so I quickly pushed her away and said, "Go outside and see if there are any customers, and while you're at it, get me a few more pairs of pants."

She looked at me with a hint of reluctance, her pleading eyes were truly captivating, but I still made her leave. I took the opportunity to rest for a bit. Less than five minutes later, she

said from outside the door, "I've brought you more pants, come and try them on!"

As soon as I pulled back the curtain, she crawled in, threw the pants on the floor, and knelt down. After a short rest, my penis had calmed down considerably. She

swallowed , sucking it deep into her throat like she was eating noodles, massaging my glans with her throat. In less than a minute, my penis was rock hard again.

This time, besides having her perform oral sex on me, I also gently thrust in and out of her wanton mouth. She occasionally looked at me with her seductive eyes, watching my

enjoyment . I half-closed my eyes, savoring the gentle pleasure between my legs. Soon, I was about to ejaculate again, and of course, I used the same method to get her away so I could

calm down. Since I had such a stimulating opportunity, I naturally wanted to enjoy it as many times as possible.

About five minutes later, she came to the door, pretending to help me change into a few new pairs of pants, and then slipped into the fitting room. This time, I wasn't passive. As soon as my penis was hard,

I grabbed her hair and began thrusting rapidly in and out of her mouth. I felt each thrust penetrate deep into her throat, each thrust slamming against

her lips. Yet she allowed me to rape her mouth at will. After nearly a hundred thrusts, I felt a strong urge to ejaculate. This time, I didn't hold back

, thrusting deep in one go and releasing a thick stream of semen. The force and volume made it hard for her to breathe. "Ugh..." she groaned,

coughing up all the semen I had ejaculated into her mouth.

"Cough...cough...cough...cough..." she coughed painfully, accompanied by several dry heaves. Saliva mixed with semen flowed out, long, glistening

strands running from her lips to the floor.

I knelt down, looking at her pained expression, her teary, alluring eyes, and her panting mouth. Her face, which had been lightly rosy, became even redder from coughing. I

lifted her beautiful face and pressed my lips to hers, our tongues entwining greedily. As I kissed her, I lifted her and pressed her against the wall. My right hand slipped inside her coat, kneading her

breasts, while my left hand slid down her waist and over her shapely buttocks. I lifted her right leg, clad in black sheer stockings; the smooth texture and full skin were irresistible. I pressed my semi-erect

penis against her already engorged crotch, slowly rubbing it, occasionally slipping it into her buttocks. I would adjust the angle, inserting it into

her vagina and anus through her stockings and panties.

Her breathing grew more rapid, and beads of sweat covered her face, but we continued kissing. When I pulled away, her sweat-drenched face held a hazy, seductive

gaze, and her uniform was askew. She silently straightened herself, picked up her pants from the floor, and prepared to leave for another round.

Then I hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Do you have any spare pantyhose?"

She looked at me with seductive eyes and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't ask so many questions, do you have any or not?"

"Yes!" she answered in a sweet, cloying voice that made my bones melt. "Then give them to me! I need them. Also, remember to take off your underwear, but

you still have to come back wearing pantyhose."

She nodded and went out. This time it took her a while. When she came back, she pulled open the curtain and came in. She said that because there were fewer people today, the lady at the counter next door had gone to slack off.

She handed me her pantyhose, which were also black sheer stockings. Without saying a word, I took off my pants, opened the packaging, and put them on. Although she didn't know my intentions, she

still helped me. Because of my body shape, the crotch didn't fit properly, but it didn't matter, I didn't plan on it fitting properly anyway.

I tore open the crotch so that the rest of the pants could fit my body snugly. I pulled up her tight skirt, revealing a thick patch of dark forest hidden in her crotch.

Gushing fluids from her wanton vulva overflowed the forest, flooding her inner thighs and threatening to run down to her knees – a truly serious situation.

I held her slender waist, making her squeeze her legs together. My large penis, excited by her pantyhose, darted between her thighs, the overflowing fluids allowing for smooth movements.

Our tongues clashed again; her delicate fingers kneaded and played with my nipples, while my hands massaged her shapely buttocks encased in pantyhose.

We caressed each other like this for about ten minutes, then I sent her out to check on things. This time she returned immediately, as the floor was empty. She pulled back

the curtain and, with a lewd smile, pounced on me, burying my head in her chest. Then I noticed her shirt looked different. "Did you change?" I asked.

"Yeah! This is real silk! I wouldn't have bought it if it weren't on sale!" She swayed gently, the smooth feel of the silk shirt and

the faint stimulating me. My hands moved to her crotch, rubbing her vulva and anus together. Sensitive to her, she trembled and sighed, "Ah...ah...so

...so comfortable...ha...ah...ha...ha..."

I turned her around and made her lean against the wall, my face still buried in her chest. Then I had her hold my throbbing penis between her knees and slowly massage it for me.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ha...I...I'm...I'm coming...ah...coming...coming...ah ah..." She actually climaxed because of my caresses, and

her legs involuntarily tightened, but it felt like a mix of pain and pleasure to me. I had her sit down and rest for a moment, then I tore open the crotch of her pantyhose, from front to back, just

the distance between her vulva and anus, allowing her lush forest to breathe fresh air.

I knelt in the cramped fitting room, licking her dark labia. Parting them revealed a bright red vulva, the gushing fluids so intense they seemed to reflect the light from the surrounding pubic area. She shyly

tried to push me away, "Don't look! It's not pretty over there!" I ignored her pleas, determined to savor her delicious fluids. I inhaled the faint scent of her body mingled with

sweat , my tongue licking the rich juices. The sounds of wetness echoed in the fitting room along with her soft moans.

I used both my hands and mouth, bringing her to another climax, especially after I found her G-spot. I simultaneously stimulated her engorged and sensitive clitoris and G-spot, while using one hand to gently scratch her

perineum. This caused her entire body to convulse violently, and her vulva gushed forth.

I lifted my upper body to look at her. She bit her sleeve to stifle her cries, her beautiful brows furrowed, her alluring eyes already overflowing with tears. She took a deep breath, her cheeks

turning a beautiful rosy pink. After a few minutes, the convulsions finally subsided, and she let out a deep breath. Her sleeve was soaked with her saliva. I

grabbed her sleeve and wiped away the saliva, then helped her slowly stand up and let her go out one more time.

After she staggered out, I put on my pants and shoes and followed her out. She sat down at the counter and leaned on the table. "Oh...you made my legs weak...

do you still want to buy pants...?" she asked in a languid, captivating voice. I gently brushed her hair aside. "Of course I want to buy some. If I could have a few more times,

I'd definitely buy several pairs."

"Really?" she asked, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Of course! Let's start now!"

"Oh... let me rest a bit..." Ignoring her complaints, I pulled her away from the table and gently placed her on the floor. She asked in a panic, "

What ? You're going to do it here... no, no... people will hear..." I sat on the stool she had been sitting on and laughed, "What's the rush? I haven't even had you yet. You can use your feet

to please me first."

She asked me with a puzzled look, "How?" I grabbed her legs, took off her shoes, revealing her delicate feet painted with bright red nail polish, then unzipped my pants and took out my penis... letting

her delicate feet grip my penis, and then I began to slowly thrust in and out. "So you like this kind of thing?" she asked me with a smile.

"Yes...and then...now you...open your shirt...play with...your breasts..." I answered her with my eyes closed, enjoying the delicate touch of her feet. "And what about me? What do I have?

" I couldn't answer either. After taking off my shoes, I used my feet to explore her vulva. The stockings on my feet seemed to give her a novel pleasure. Soon she began to moan and started
playing with her exposed breasts.

"You...your...breasts are so big..."

"Ah...B...B cup...do you

...do you like it..." "I like it...I like it

...anything about you...I like it..." "Really...really...I...I also like...your...I like it..." Her voice became intermittent.

After enjoying her feet, I also tasted her calves, knees, thighs, and groin. I especially like women's beautiful legs. Although she wasn't tall, her legs were long and slender in

proportion .

While I was working on her inner thighs, I couldn't conveniently play with her vulva anymore, so I opened my mouth and swallowed her delicate feet. The alluring scent of her body and sweat mingled and swirled in my mouth

. I took turns sucking and kissing each toe of her left and right feet, sometimes even swallowing all five at once. Besides her beautiful toes, my tongue and lips also conquered

the soles, heels, insteps, and ankles of her feet, especially the anklet on her left ankle, which added to the sensuality.

Presumably, this was the first time someone had tasted her beautiful feet so carefully. Her hands were kneading her breasts, occasionally twisting her engorged nipples. It seemed she

understood , because every time she twisted her nipples, she would have a small orgasm.

We played like this for about half an hour, and finally my cock brought good news again. I thrust hard into her thighs a few times and then moved to a different spot, aiming

my cannon at her pink breasts. The intense bombardment spread across her chest, and she was amazed by my prowess. After the bombardment, I carefully smeared my thick semen all over her breasts,

and then told her to put on her clothes but not a bra. I wanted her to have my semen in contact with her soft silk shirt all day long, so that she would never forget me.

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