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(F/f-teen, ped) by Sera (seraanne155543@aol.com) *** A young girl goes to buy a bikini at a department store and is seduced by the saleslady. *** My first sexual experience occurred when I was 13. About a year earlier I had learned how to masturbate and that had become a daily activity for me. Thus I was able to cum pretty much anywhere at anytime fairly quickly. My girlfriends and I were planning to spend Sunday at the beach to get tan and tease boys. I wanted a new bikini for this outing and decided to get one at the mall as soon as it opened up on Sunday. I was there as planned, waiting for the department store to open up. When it did, there weren't many customers browsing yet. The girls' swim ware department was deserted except for a saleslady. She was in her thirties and seemed very friendly. When I told her I needed a bikini, she looked me up and down for a minute and then said, "Well, we need to find something special to really show off that cute body of yours." Her comment took me by surprise and I laughed. She led me over to the bikini racks and we started looking at different styles. Eventually she said, "Here, this one will really show off your breasts nicely. Try it on." I laughed again and she led me through a curtain to the dressing rooms. When I started to enter the first one, she stopped me and said, "Why don't you go to the one on the end. it will give you more room." She proceeded to the far dressing room and opened the door for me. "While you're trying that one on, I'll get a couple more for you to try." Then she shut the door and left. I took off my shirt and bra and then, before putting on the bikini top, looked at myself in the mirrors that covered the walls. My breasts were still small back then, but they were definitely breasts. I heard her coming back so I quickly put the bikini top on. She knocked at the door and I let her in. "Wow," she said, "that one really shows off your breasts beautifully." Again I was surprised by her comment and again laughed. I looked at myself in the mirror and heard myself saying, "You're right. This is the best bikini I have ever had." "Well, try this one on," she said. "It might be even better." She handed me one from the several she held. I took it from her, expecting her to leave. "Go ahead and try it on," she said. "Let's see what it looks like." I realized then that she intended to stay in the room with me. Being only 13, it didn't occur to me to tell a grownup to leave. Still, I felt embarrassed and so I turned my back to her as I removed the first top. I felt her eyes on my naked back. Here I was in a department store dressing room with a strange woman, wearing only jeans at the moment. I started to feel excited. As I got the new top onto my breasts, I turned around to her as I snapped it together. As I looked at it in the mirror, she came up behind me and said, "See? This one is even better. The boys and girls at the beach are going to love you." Then she started to adjust it slightly. Her hands brushed my skin lightly as she got it perfectly in place on my small breasts. My excitement was mounting. "Here is one more to try," she said holding up a third bikini top. This time I wasn't going to turn my back to her, and I sensed that she knew it. Right there in front of her, I removed the bikini top and stood naked from the waist up. She looked right my breasts as she handed me the new top. Suddenly I was in the game. Instead of grabbing the top she offered, I pointed to another one in the pile and asked, "What about that one." I didn't even know which one I was pointing towards, I just knew I was giving her more time to look at my breasts. She smiled and said, "Maybe. let's see what it looks like against your skin." With that she took a top from the pile and held it up against my breasts. As she did, I felt her hands hold it against me. Then she said "No, not that one," and pulled it away from me, exposing my chest again. "Maybe this one," she said as she picked another top. Again she held it against my breasts. This time, however, I could really feel her hands on me. My breathing started getting faster, which I am sure she heard. She then removed it and stood back, looking again directly at my breasts. "Well," she said holding up the different bikini tops, "which shows them off the best?" Again she got me to laugh with her unexpected comment. I pointed to the second one, afraid to speak because I thought my voice might betray my arousal. "Good choice. Let's see what the bottom looks like on you." I realized she wanted me to drop my jeans right in front of her, and I still was naked from the waist up. At this point I was so excited that I knew I would do it. I stepped out my sandals and unsnapped my jeans. As I unzipped the jeans, she stared intently at me, taking in my every move. I dropped my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, never taking my eyes off of her staring eyes. Stepping out of my jeans had opened up my legs, and I left them that way as she stared at my white panties. I used both hands to slide the panties down my legs to the floor. When I stepped out of them, my legs again opened up and gave her a good view of my young cunt, including my light pubic hair. I was ready to masturbate right in front of her. She handed me the bikini bottoms, but instead of putting them on, I just held them against me and looked in the mirror. "Is this a good color for me?" I asked. Then I turned and faced her holding the bottom in place over my cunt. "Let's try this color," she said grabbing another bottom. I dropped my hand away and again exposed my cunt to her. She came up to me and held the bottom up against me. As she soon as she touched me, my legs opened slightly and I couldn't help thrusting my hips forward. As I pushed my cunt into her hand, she no longer made any pretense about color selection. She held the bottoms in her hand and cupped my mound, rubbing the bikini into me. I arched my back and opened my legs so that she had more access to my cunt. As she rubbed it, I moved more and more of my weight onto her hand. Then she let the bottom fall to the floor and put her hand directly on my cunt. As she worked my mound, I felt a finger enter me. It made me arch back even more and I put even more of my weight onto her hand, which had begun to seriously fuck me. As I looked into the mirrors, I saw myself naked, fully arched onto her hand. My excitement caused my legs to weaken and I crumbled to my knees. She caught me and I drooped my arms and head over her shoulders. I hung on her as my legs kept opening wider and wider. In the mirror I could she her holding me up on my knees while her hand fucked my cunt. I started to cum when the speed of her hand increased. My cunt was on fire and I could feel the muscles in her shoulder and arm as she drove her hand into me. My whole body stiffened up and I couldn't breath. the orgasm was beyond anything I had ever imagined. It lasted and lasted. I wasn't sure it would ever stop. Then my breath came back. I was shaking and very weak. I couldn't get up, let alone get dressed and leave. I just hung over her like a rag, her hand still in me as she held me up. In a couple of minutes, I regained my strength. She asked me if I was OK and I said yes. At that point she gave me the first and only kiss of our shared experience. Then she stood up, straightened out her clothes, smiled at me and left. Five minute later I was at the cash register with my carefully selected bikini. By this time, there were many customers in the store. She looked at me and asked, "Cash or charge?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 17