A romantic encounter in the locker room

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To buy a new pair of jeans, I went to the department store counter. I didn't have a particular brand preference. After
walking I decided to go to the Lee counter at the very end. Anyway, all jeans are the same to me, so I was too lazy to compare them.

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

Although it was a 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 up my pants to show her. But for some reason, I pulled up the front of the pants, and she happened to look down at the same time,
so she saw everything underneath me. At the time, I didn't think anything was strange, but after a while, I realized I had done something wrong. But she was
very generous and pulled up my pants, saying, "It's normal! This style of pants uses stretchy fabric, and the mid-rise cut makes them feel 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 well. Either the waist was too wide or the thighs were too narrow. And each time, she would tug at my
waistband , either at the crotch or the buttocks. In other words, she was skillfully spying on me.

I tried on a few more pairs of pants, but the situation was the same; every single one was too wide at the waist. Each time, she would tug at my pants, stealing a glance.
The distance between us kept getting closer and closer, until she was practically glued to me, her perfume wafting over me. Later, 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 me another pair of pants, I decided to pull my underwear down a little so that my glans would be exposed. "Since you want to see,
I'll let you see it clearly." I was thinking to myself, anyway, if this trick didn't work, I could just say it was an accident. When she asked me again from outside the curtain
how I was doing, I nervously said that my waist was still not feeling right. Although that was half true, it still made me break out in a cold sweat.

She pulled back the curtain and came in, pressing herself against me as usual to check if my pants fit. I'm sure she saw my large, purplish-red glans sticking out of my underwear.
I boldly put my right arm 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 large glans as she said, "I'll get some other pants right away." She then turned to leave, clutching the pants in her hands. I called after her,
"Wait! I haven't 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. You try these on first, and I'll get the other pants." After putting down
the pants , she ran away with her face flushed and her head down.

I watched her leave with a lewd grin, thinking I could take things 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, stammering, "Oh! Well... well... I'll come back later..."
As a result, she came back to ask me three times while I was trying on two pairs of pants.

I finally tried on my tenth pair of pants, 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'm going to buy some from another store."

Hearing me say that, she panicked and said, "No, no! Our pants are a new style. Maybe you're not used to them. They're supposed to be like this
, all the other customers love them." As she spoke, she reached out, and perhaps in her haste, her hand went deep into
the waistband , her fingertips touching my hot, hard glans. She gasped and tried to pull her hand away, but I grabbed it first, and with my other hand, I pulled her closer to me, holding her waist tightly.
"Look for yourself, I'm not used to such a wide waist. Don't you have high-waisted pants?"

As I spoke, I pulled her hand deeper into my crotch. She was flustered and shy, unsure where to look. She dared not look at my face or her hand,
so she looked 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, held tightly by my fingers,
pressed against my erect penis. She wanted to pull away but couldn't, so she just stood there, frozen.

Then I asked, "Do you want to see what to do?" After saying that, I let go of her hand and pulled down my pants myself.

She snapped out of her daze after I said that, and looked down as I pointed. She couldn't help but gasp softly. I had taken off my underwear, and my erect
penis, veins bulging and throbbing, revealed a deep, intricate black forest. The strong scent of masculinity filled the air. She stared at it, 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 guys have? I haven't found the size I need yet!" She looked at me, and
after a while, she suddenly realized and said, "I'll go look for them for you." After saying that, she grabbed my other pants that I had changed out of and left, and my underwear was still inside.

After a while, she came over with two pairs of pants. "This time it'll definitely work, try them on." She then drew the curtain and let me try them on. After I put them on,
I called to her, "Come in and take a look."

As soon as she pulled aside the curtain, I pulled her inside. She was held 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 her tight skirt. "They fit perfectly! The waist is just right,
but..."

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

"But the crotch is too tight now." I kissed her hair, gently kneading her buttocks with my left hand. "It's okay, I'll adjust it for you." She
gently stroked my crotch with her whole hand. "How will you adjust it? It's hard to adjust here, isn't it?" I whispered in her ear.

"It's okay, I can fix it now." With that, she knelt down, reached out her slender hand, unzipped her pants, pulled out my hard, angry cock, 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 large penis, her beautiful face buried in my thick, dark forest, as she gently altered my pants. Her breath
softly brushed against my pubic hair as she focused intently on sucking my penis. Before long, my penis 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 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 your pants again, come and try them on!"

As soon as I pulled back the curtain, she slipped in, threw her pants on the floor, and knelt down. After a short rest, my penis had calmed down considerably.
She swallowed my semi-erect penis, 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 give me oral sex, I also gently thrust in and out, letting my penis go in and out of her wanton little mouth. She would occasionally
look at my enjoying expression with her seductive eyes. I half-closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle pleasure between my legs. Before long, I was about to ejaculate again. Of course, I used the same method to get
her away so I could calm down.

Since there's such an exciting opportunity, of course we should 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 took the opportunity to go into the fitting room. This time, I wasn't passive. As soon as my penis was
hard, I grabbed her hair tightly and quickly thrust my penis in and out of her mouth. I felt each thrust penetrate deep into her throat, each thrust
slamming hard against her lips, but she still let me rape her mouth at will. After nearly a hundred thrusts, I felt a strong urge to ejaculate.
This time I didn't hold back anymore, and with one powerful thrust, I ejaculated a thick stream of semen. The strong 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... cough..." She coughed painfully, accompanied by a few dry heaves, and saliva mixed with semen flowed out,
long, crystal-clear threads running from her fragrant lips to the floor.

I crouched down, looking at her pained expression, her teary, alluring eyes, and her panting mouth. Her face, already lightly flushed, became even
redder . I lifted her beautiful face and pressed my lips to hers, our tongues entwining greedily. As I kissed her, I lifted her up 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, and the smooth feel and fullness of her skin
captivated . I pressed my semi-erect penis against her already engorged crotch and slowly rubbed 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, alluring 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 asked me with seductive eyes, "What do you want to do?"

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

"Yes!" she replied in a sweet, cloying voice that made one's bones melt. "Then bring it here!"

I'm useful. Also, remember to take off your underwear, but still wear pantyhose when you come back.

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 few 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 package, and put them on. Although she didn't know my
intentions, she still helped me. Because of my body shape, the pantyhose didn't fit properly, but it didn't matter, I didn't plan on them fitting anyway.

I tore open her panties so the rest of her body could lie flat against mine. I pulled up her tight skirt, revealing a thick patch of dark forest encased in her panties.
Gushing fluids from her wanton vulva overflowed over the forest, causing a flood on her inner thighs, and potentially running down to her knees—a truly severe situation.

I held her slender waist, making her squeeze her legs together. My large, excited penis, clad in pantyhose, darted between her thighs, while her overflowing vaginal fluids allowed me to
move . Our tongues clashed again, her delicate fingers kneading and playing with my nipples, while my hands massaged her shapely buttocks encased in pantyhose.

We caressed each other for about ten minutes, and then I asked her to go out and check the situation again. This time she came back immediately because the floor was empty.
She pulled back the curtain and pounced on me with a lewd smile, burying my head in her chest. At that moment, I noticed that her shirt was a little different. "Did you change your clothes?" 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 scent of her body 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 had her turn around and lean against the wall, her 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...haa...I...I'm going to...I'm coming...ah..."

Come on... Coming... Ahh...

She actually climaxed because of my caresses, and her legs involuntarily tightened, but it felt like a mix of pain and pleasure to me. After I had her sit down and rest
for a while 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, saying, "Don't look! It's not pretty over there!" I ignored her pleas and insisted on tasting her delicious fluids. I inhaled
the faint scent of her body mingled with sweat, my tongue licking the rich juices. The smacking sounds of her moans echoed in the fitting room.

I used both my hands and mouth to bring her to another climax. Especially after I found her G-spot, I stimulated her engorged and sensitive clitoris and G-spot at the same time, while using one
hand to gently scratch her perineum. This move caused her whole body to convulse violently, and her vagina even squirted.

I looked up at her. She was biting her sleeve to stifle a scream, her beautiful brows furrowed, and tears were streaming down her face. She took a deep breath,
and her cheeks turned a beautiful rosy pink. After a few minutes, the convulsions finally subsided. She opened her mouth and gasped for breath. Her sleeve was soaked with her saliva
. I grabbed her sleeve and sucked the saliva away. Then, I helped her up slowly and let her go out one more time.

After she stumbled out, I put on my pants and shoes and followed her. She sat down at the counter and slumped onto 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 could have more of that, I'd definitely buy several pairs."

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

"Oh dear... let her rest for 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 this here... no, no..."

People will hear...

I sat on the stool she had been sitting on and laughed, saying, "What's the rush? I haven't even had you yet. Why don't you use your feet to give me some pleasure first?"

She looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "How do I do this?" I grabbed her legs, took off her shoes, revealing her slender feet painted with bright red nail polish. Then I unzipped my pants,
took out penis, and let her delicate feet clamp my penis between them. Then I started 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 yourself...your breasts..." I answered her with my eyes closed, enjoying her delicate feet. "
And what about me? What do I have?" I didn't know either. After taking off my shoes, I used my feet to explore her vulva. The stockinged feet seemed to give her a novel pleasure. Soon
she also began to moan and started playing with her exposed breasts.

"How big are your... breasts...?"

"Ah... B... B cup... Do you... do you like it...?"

"I like...I like...anything about you...I like...I like it all..."

"Really...really...? I...I also...your...your...I like...I like...yours...!"

Her voice became intermittent. After enjoying her slender feet, I also tasted her calves, knees, thighs, and groin. I
especially like women's beautiful legs. Although she was not tall, her legs were long and slender in proportion.

While I was working on her inner thighs, I couldn't play with her vulva anymore, so I opened my mouth and swallowed her slender feet. The alluring scent of her body and sweat mingled
in my mouth, and I took turns sucking and kissing each toe of her left and right feet, sometimes even swallowing all five toes at once. In addition to 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 sexiness.

This must be the first time someone has ever tasted her beautiful feet so carefully. Her hands rubbed her breasts, and she would occasionally twist her engorged nipples. It seems
she understands her body very well, because every time she twists her nipples, she experiences a small orgasm.

We played like this for about half an hour, and finally my cock delivered another victory. 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 marveled at my prowess. After the bombardment ended, 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.

After she straightened her clothes, she stood in front of me, breathing softly. She lifted her tight skirt, and the lustful fluid
from her vulva flowed out like a tsunami. A long strand of fluid dripped from her pubic hair, slowly dripping onto the floor. Soon, there was a small, wanton pool of water between her legs.

I stood up, put my arm around her slender waist, and let her lift her skirt as I walked into the fitting room with my half-erect penis swaying. I didn't forget to grab a stool.
After pulling back the curtain, I sat on the chair and took off my pants. She straddled my lap, teasing my penis with her wet pubic hair. Her beautiful lips pressed against mine, and we greedily sucked on
each other 's tongues, exchanging lewd saliva.

She hugged me, letting her breasts rub against my chest, the soft rustling sound echoing in the fitting room. I hugged her slender waist, bringing us even closer. Her overflowing vulva
had already made my hard penis glisten, and the friction of our stockings made it even more magnificent than usual.

She reached out her right hand and grabbed my wet penis, adjusting her slender waist so that her bright red vulva could swallow my dark red, fierce beast. We were still passionately
kissing, and she slowly lowered her waist, letting my penis sink all the way in at once. After a soft "hmm..." from her throat, she began to slowly twist her slender waist, moving up and down,
back and forth , or drawing circles, allowing my penis to fully fill her hungry vulva.

She twisted more and more intensely until finally she pulled away from my mouth, tilted her head back and gasped for breath, her slender waist still moving. I kissed her neck, and her movements
became faster and faster until finally she trembled and climaxed, while I was still not about to ejaculate.

She slumped against my shoulder, and I didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. I made her lie face down, lifting her upturned buttocks, and slowly inserted my penis
into her throbbing, climaxing vagina. I slowly thrust in and out, enjoying the sensation of her tight vagina and the friction of our stockings against each other. She seemed particularly sensitive to slow, grinding movements. Not long after I started, she bit her sleeve,
her flushed face alternating between pleasure and pain, making soft sounds.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." She moaned rhythmically with my movements. I suddenly sped up, unleashing a fierce assault with loud slapping sounds, my lower abdomen
slamming into her shapely buttocks. Her moans grew louder, "Mmm...ah...ah ah...mmm...mmm...ah ah..."

I alternated between fast and slow speeds when I fucked her. Besides making her lie on the ground, I also changed several positions; such as standing up and fucking her from behind, making her hold onto the wall
and sticking out her round buttocks, or pressing her against the wall, or standing face to face. Finally, I grabbed her left leg and made her stand on one leg, and fiercely attacked her vagina. My
glans even broke through her cervix and went straight to her uterus.

She climaxed repeatedly under my fierce onslaught, yet she had to suppress her cries, which was truly agonizing for her. She bit her lower lip, crying with tears streaming down her face. My heavy
breathing and her seductive moans, along with the sounds of our thrusting and the gurgling of water, echoed in the small fitting room. The temperature inside the fitting room continued to rise, and
a thin mist had already formed on the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

After a few final thrusts, my glans broke through her cervix, filling her uterus with the last of my thick semen. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly,
and it took me quite a while to pull it out. Of course, this tightness restored my penis to its erection.

She automatically knelt down, opened her luscious lips, and licked the penis, which was covered in her vaginal fluid and semen, clean. I didn't continue to penetrate her mouth; after licking it clean, I let her sit on a chair to rest,
allowing my penis to slowly soften. My angry penis took quite a while to soften.

After my husband calmed down, I put on my pants and helped her back to the counter to rest. After a while, she asked me, "How are you...?"

"Great! I'll come here often." I whispered in her ear, and she smiled and asked, "So... are you buying these pants today?"

"The service was excellent; I'd like to buy a few more."

"Really...? That's great...!" she said, looking at me with her alluring eyes.

After sitting for a while, she stood up unsteadily. "Wait a minute... I'll go pick out a few more pairs of pants for you... I guarantee you'll be satisfied..." Without waiting for me to stop her, she went
into the warehouse.

A while later, she came back with two more pairs of pants. I took them to the fitting room and tried them on; they fit perfectly. I laughed and asked her how they could fit so well. She hugged me and said, "I
took your measurements for so long... how could I be wrong?"

I kissed her forehead and praised her, "It seems you're the one in the world who understands me best."

She buried her face in my chest and pouted, "You're so annoying... You always take advantage of me..." I laughed and said, "How could I? I was just sincerely praising you!"

After I changed my pants, she altered the length for me. There were three pairs in total. She not only gave me a discount but also offered me a VIP membership. It seems I'll be able to enjoy even better VIP
services than regular VIP memberships in the future.

After I paid, I took the pants. Suddenly, she pulled something out of her coat pocket—it was my underwear that I had taken off earlier. She brought it to her nose,
took a deep breath, and said, "It smells so good... You can keep it for me..."

I patted my thigh and said, "Okay... then we'll exchange tokens..."

She blushed, lowered her head, and timidly said, "Yes...!" Seeing this, I couldn't help but kiss her deeply again before happily going home.

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