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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
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Dressing Room (FF)
by Ferrous Juggler (99turner@lab.cc.wmich.edu)
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Marcie loved the mall on Monday afternoons. Hardly anyone else was shopping
at the beginning of the week and the air conditioned stores were a
wonderful refuge from the nearly hundred degree temperatures. Besides, the
young men and women in the clothing stores, dressed their best and
desperate to make sales, were a sexual buffet for a middle- aged woman who
lived alone.
The entrance of a women's clothing store beckoned, one of the newer places
where the high school girls liked to shop. Marci strolled in and
immediately caught sight of a tall, heavy-chested blonde with a bored
expression leaning over the cash register. The rest of the store appeared
deserted and Marci decided to have some fun.
To her delight, a low table directly across from the cash register was
loaded with sales items. Better yet, more merchandise was stacked on the
floor under the table. Marcie walked over and picked through the contents
of the table for a moment, then, back to the cash register, she bent at the
waist to examine the extra things on the floor.
Marcie smiled to herself, knowing that her 40 year old body looked exactly
as it had at 25 and would be sure to attract at least a glance from the
salesgirl. As always on her shopping trips, Marcie wore very short shorts
with nothing underneath. Hoping the girl had noticed her bare ass and
smooth thighs, Marcie stood back up and turned to the counter.
The blonde was staring at her, no longer looking bored, fidgeting nervously
with her hands on the counter. She was tall, at least eight or nine inches
taller than Marcie, and couldn't possibly be over twenty years old. Large
block letters on her nametag read, JUNE.
"Um, can I help you?" June managed to stammer.
"Why yes," answered Marcie sweetly. "Do you have someplace I could try
these on?" She indicated a pair of bright red socks she'd found under the
table.
"Well, you can try them on right here," said June, appearing slightly
confused.
"Oh, I think I need someplace more private than here," Marcie replied with
an amused smile.
"There's, um, a changing room over there," said the girl, pointing to the
left of the counter without looking away from the older woman. She licked
her upper lip unconsciously.
"That looks fine," Marcie said, breaking her eye contact with June as she
turned toward the dressing room. She was delighted by the blonde's
consternation.
Marcie entered the changing room, which was just a small cubicle with a
bench, a mirror on each wall, and a shutter-like door. June took a step
toward the little room as Marcie entered, calling, "Just yell if you need
help or anything."
The door creaked closed and Marcie quickly stripped off her shorts, tossing
them and the socks onto the bench. Her blouse was rolled up slightly and
tied across her stomach. Standing with her back to the door, Marcie spread
her feet apart wide and leaned forward until she was propped against the
wall by her forearms. "June," she called, "I could use some assistance,
please!"
Seconds later, the door swung back open and the leggy blonde was there,
gasping as she took in the half-naked woman leaning up against the mirror.
"Can you get those socks on me?" requested Marcie, smiling innocently over
her shoulder at June.
June dropped to her knees without a word and found the socks on the small
bench. Hesitating a bit, she reached out and grasped Marcie's right ankle
with both hands, then began caressing the soft skin from the top of the
older woman's foot to the bottom of her knee. Marcie purred loudly,
encouraging the girl to become a little bolder. Her hands wandered up above
the knee until they were massaging Marcie's upper thigh, the backs of her
hands just barely grazing the lips of Marcie's shaved pussy.
"What a good girl you are; I'll bet you make a lot of sales," Marcie
whispered. June didn't answer. She was enraptured by the firm ass swaying
before her face. Eyes closing, she bent forward slightly to lick at the
inside of Marcie's thighs while running her palms over the cheeks of her
ass.
"Oh, that's good," breathed Marcie. She squatted down slightly, bending her
knees out to give the tall blonde easier access to her now dripping pussy.
June's tongue soon flickered out over the swollen lips, parting them
slightly as she licked back and forth on the older woman's slit. Marcie
groaned and pressed backward with her hips, shoving her crotch and ass
against the girl's face insistently.
June responded by reaching around Marcie's thighs with both arms, pulling
the older woman back against her mouth. She drove her tongue deep into the
slick channel, straining her mouth to lick as hard as she could. One hand
snaked its way forward to find Marcie's hard clit. A small series of shocks
jolted through the woman's small body as the blonde's fingers pinched
lightly at the sensitive flesh.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes," chanted Marcie, reaching back with one arm. Hand
on the back of June's head, Marcie pressed the blonde's face even harder
into her crotch. The girl was eating her out in a frenzy, lapping and
nibbling at the slick lips and pausing every once in a while to suck
Marcie's clit into her mouth. When the blonde slid one thumb and her tongue
into Marcie's opening simultaneously, the older woman felt the first waves
of her orgasm hitting her.
"I'm cumming," she cried, not caring if anyone else had wandered into the
store. "Keep going, make me cum!"
June complied with an even greater effort, rubbing Marcie's clit with the
palm of her hand while stabbing her thumb in and out of the woman's pussy.
She felt Marcie's inner muscles clench over her tongue briefly and the
blonde began licking and sucking greedily as Marcie came, smearing orgasmic
juices all over the lower half of June's face. When it was finally over,
Marcie turned and bent over, kissing the younger girl and sliding her
tongue into her mouth in a sultry manner.
"I think I'll be shopping here more often," Marcie said approvingly,
tracing her finger down the bridge of June's nose and across her shining
lips. The salesgirl just smiled, and reached out to pull the dressing room
doors closed...