Having sex in the fitting room

I went to the department store to buy a new pair of jeans. 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 down the pants to let her see, but for some reason I pulled down the front of the pants, 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 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. 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 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 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 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 and 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 ran 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 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. 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 the other customers love them." 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 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 do you think we should do?" 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 had taken 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 me, 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!" 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 curtain and let me try them on. After I finished dressing, I called 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." After saying that, she knelt down, stretched out her slender hand, pulled down her pants zipper, took out my hard and angry big cock, opened her red lips, and swallowed my cock in one gulp. "I'll fix it for you now, just wait a moment!" Her nimble tongue wrapped around my big cock, her beautiful face buried in my thick black forest, and she smacked her lips as she fixed my pants. Her breath gently brushed against my pubic hair as she intently sucked on my large penis. Soon, it glistened with moisture, and her oral skills were truly superb. 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 more pants, come and try them on!" I pulled back the curtain, and she rushed in, tossing the pants on the floor and kneeling 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 perform oral sex on me, I also gently thrust in and out of her wet 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 freely violate her mouth. After nearly a hundred thrusts, I felt a strong urge to ejaculate. This time, I didn't hold back, thrusting deep into her mouth and releasing a torrent of thick semen. The force and volume made it hard for her to breathe. "Ugh..." she groaned, coughing up 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, already lightly flushed, became even redder from the coughing. I lifted her beautiful face and pressed it against her fragrant lips, 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; the smooth texture and full skin were irresistible. I pressed my semi-erect penis against her already overflowing 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 look in her eyes, her uniform 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?" "Don't ask so many questions, do you have any or not?" "Yes!" she answered in a sweet, cloying voice, making my bones melt. "Then give them to me! I need them. Also, remember to take off your underwear, but you still need to wear the pantyhose 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 fewer people today, the lady at the counter next door had gone to slack off.

She handed me her pantyhose, 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 intend for it to fit anyway.

I tore open the crotch so the rest of the pantyhose could fit snugly against my body. I pulled up her tight skirt, revealing a thick patch of dark forest hidden in her crotch. Gushes of lustful fluid, flowing from her vulva, overflowed the forest, flooding her inner thighs and threatening to trickle down to her knees—a truly serious situation.

I held her slender waist, making her squeeze her legs together. My erect penis, excited by her pantyhose, darted between her thighs, the overflowing fluid 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 grin, 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 scent of her body stimulating me. My hands moved to her crotch, rubbing her vulva and anus together. Sensitive, 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 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.

I lifted my upper body to look at her. She bit her sleeve to stifle her cries, her beautiful brows furrowed, her eyes already brimming with tears. She breathed deeply, her cheeks turning a beautiful rosy pink. After a few minutes, the convulsions finally subsided. She opened her mouth and 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 again.

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 go weak...do you still want to buy pants...?" she asked in a languid, captivating voice. I gently brushed her hair aside. "Of course I'll buy it. If I could have more fun, I'd buy several more." "Really?" she asked, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Of course! Let's start now!" "Oh... let me rest a bit..." I ignored her complaints, 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 give me some pleasure 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 I unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and let her slender feet grip it. 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 didn't know 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...as long as it's you...on your body...I...I like it all..." "Really...really...I...I also...your...yours...I like it all..." 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 slender 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 her body well, 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 delivered another victory. I thrust forcefully a few more times into her thighs before shifting my position, aiming my cannon at her pink breasts. The powerful bombardment spread across her chest, and she marveled at my prowess. After the bombardment, I carefully smeared my thick semen all over her breasts, then told her to put on her clothes, but not a bra. Today, she wanted my semen to come into 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, and lifted her tight skirt. Her juices flowed out like a tsunami, a long strand of semen dripping from her pubic hair, slowly dripping onto the floor. Soon, there was a small, wet puddle between her legs.

I stood up, put my arm around her slender waist, and let her lift her skirt while I, with my half-erect cock swaying, walked into the fitting room, not forgetting to bring a stool.

After pulling back the curtain, I sat on a chair and took off my pants. She straddled my lap, teasing my penis with her wet pubic hair. Her luscious lips pressed against mine, and we greedily sucked on each other's tongues, exchanging lewd saliva.

She hugged me, letting her chest rub against mine, the soft rustling sound echoing in the fitting room. I tightened my grip on 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 grasped my wet penis, adjusting her slender waist to let her bright red vulva swallow my dark red, fierce beast. We continued our passionate French kiss. She slowly lowered her waist, plunging my penis all the way in at once. With a soft "Mmm..." she began to slowly twist her 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 violently, until finally she pulled away from my mouth, tilting her head back and panting heavily, her slender waist still moving. I kissed her neck, and her movements became faster and faster. Finally, she trembled and climaxed, while I hadn't even ejaculated yet.

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

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." She moaned rhythmically because of my movements. I suddenly sped up, launching a fierce attack with loud slapping sounds, my lower abdomen slamming into her pert buttocks. Her moans became higher and higher, "Mmm...ah...ah ah...mmm...mmm...ah ah..." I alternated between fast and slow speeds when I was fucking her. Besides having her lie on the ground, I changed several positions; like standing up and fucking her from behind, having her lean against the wall and stick 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, fiercely attacking her vulva, even my glans breaking through her cervix and reaching her uterus.

She kept having orgasms under my fierce onslaught, but she had to suppress her cries, which was really tough on 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 rose steadily, and a thin mist appeared on the full-length mirror.

After a few final thrusts, my glans broke through her cervix, pouring the last of my thick semen directly into her womb. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, making it difficult to pull out, but this tightness restored my erection.

She knelt down and opened her lips, licking my penis, which was covered in her vaginal fluid and semen, clean. I didn't continue thrusting into her mouth; after she was clean, I let her sit on a chair to rest, allowing my penis to soften slowly. It took her a while to calm down after she got angry. After I put on my pants, I helped her back to the counter to rest. After a while, she asked me, "How was it...?" "Great! I'll come here often." I whispered in her ear. She smiled and asked me again, "So... are you buying these pants today?" "The service was good, I want to buy a few more." "Really...that's great..." she said, looking at me with her seductive eyes. After sitting for a while, she stood up unsteadily. "Wait a minute...I'll go pick out a few more pants for you...I guarantee you'll be satisfied..." She went into the storeroom without waiting for me to stop her.

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 smiled 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 understand me best in this world." She buried her face in my chest and pouted, "You're so annoying... you only know how to take advantage of me..." I laughed and said, "How could I? I'm just sincerely praising you." After I changed out of the 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 getting even more VIP-level service from now on.

After paying the bill, I took my 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 have it…" I patted my thigh and said, "Okay…then we're exchanging tokens…" She blushed, lowered her head, and timidly said, "Yes…" Seeing this, I couldn't help but kiss her deeply again, and then we happily went home.

[The End]

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