Working in a clothing store
Hello everyone, I'll tell you my friend's story from her perspective.
I think it makes sense to omit the name, but not the description of her appearance. My friend is a 21-year-old blonde of average height with shoulder-length hair. An athlete with a curvy, toned body, a gorgeous ass, and size 4 breasts. Always well-groomed, with neat makeup and manicure.
So, from now on, the narrative will be from her perspective.
About 3 months ago, I got a part-time job at a clothing store. A major brand in our country, whose name I won't mention for obvious reasons.
I worked evenings after classes until the store closed. Usually, I tidied up the sales floor, sometimes
helped customers choose clothes.One day, I noticed a girl who had come in for the 3rd or 4th time during my shifts, and I had only been working there for 2 weeks at that point.
She looked about 33-35 years old, beautiful, with regular features, also a blonde by the way. Always dressed elegantly. She was about 10 centimeters taller than me, not counting her stilettos.
I missed an important detail, we have a uniform: a shirt, trousers, and a midi skirt with a high waist in black. On the day when it all started, fortunately), I was wearing the skirt.
This girl walked around the sales floor, looked at items, and occasionally glanced at me. Then she took some dress and headed to the fitting room, passing by me.
"Good evening, if you need any help, just ask," I said the standard phrase, to which the girl only gave a charming smile.
At that moment, I thought she was incredibly beautiful and that I would sleep with her. And yes, I liked girls, so I occasionally slept with them.
About 5 minutes later, from one of the fitting rooms, I heard my name being called, not surprisingly, since I had a name tag.
"Yes, how can I help?"
"Oh, Victoria, could you help me put on the dress? Everything got caught on my bra, it's all tangled."
"Of course, may I come in?"
"Yes, of course, of course."
I carefully entered the fitting room, and my gaze immediately fell on her luscious breasts in a black lace bra, through which her nipples were visible. My panties instantly felt hot. Only then did I look up at the blonde's eyes, who had noticed everything and smiled contentedly.
"Please help, everything got caught here."
She first turned her back to me so I could unhook the dress from the bra in the back, then stood facing me again. She seemed to be trying to help me, but at some point, as if by accident, she unclasped her bra in the front. Under tension, the thin lace immediately fell away, and practically in front of my face (the blonde was already taller, and on stilettos too) appeared luscious, large, natural size 4 breasts with erect, hard nipples that just begged to be licked.
"Oh, sorry, how awkward," she immediately began to fuss, as if trying to cover up, but not covering anything at all.
As if tripping by accident, she leaned on me a little, but quickly placed her hands on either side of me and leaned in. Her bare nipples literally touched my breasts through my clothes, and her lips were centimeters from mine. Of course, I couldn't hold back and kissed her.
"And I thought you were a shy girl," the blonde said between kisses. In response to her words, I tugged on her nipple, then squeezed her firm breast.
She deepened the kiss, sliding her tongue into my mouth, and simultaneously unbuttoned my shirt.
The kisses moved to my neck, then to my now exposed breasts. The blonde gave me hickeys, licked and bit my nipples, while covering my mouth with her hand.
At some point, my skirt was pulled up to my waist, and her tongue was already caressing my clit through my panties.
"Mmm, thought this wouldn't happen," she whispered and moved the fabric aside to firmly suck my clit into her mouth and insert her fingers into my pussy.
I let out a long moan from the sensations, but my mouth was covered again
"Shhh, do you want us to get caught?" She slowly removed her hand from my mouth
"I want to cum," I barely uttered
"Mmm, you're not shy at all," the blonde sped up the movement of her fingers, so my pussy was already burning. And when she pressed her tongue to my clit again, I began to tremble from an orgasm. I held her hair, bit my hand, tried to stay on my feet.
When my body calmed down a bit, the blonde pulled her fingers out of me, licked them, then started licking my hole from which juices were flowing. Her tongue slid into me, still sending waves of pleasure.
"A few more moves with your tongue and you'll be fucking me again until I cum," I said, pulling her up to me and kissing her. I could taste my sweetness on her lips, and the girl's nipples were still hard.
"I don't mind fucking you not only with my tongue and not only in this position, and by the way, I don't mind feeling your tongue in my pussy, but there's no time now."
She started fixing my clothes, buttoning up my shirt, adjusting my skirt.
"Your next shift is in 2 days, I hope you don't change anything because I'll come again"
"I want to fuck you too much"
"Great, but such dirty words," the blonde kissed me passionately and gently pushed me out of the booth.
That's how at work I started regularly fucking in the booth with a client who buys something every time.
After that time, I couldn't hold back because I wanted to feel her taste on my lips, so I forced her to sit on my face and ride my tongue.
The other day she came in a loose skirt, under which was a double-sided strap-on. As you guessed, I got fucked in front of the mirror. It's damn sexy to watch yourself being fucked from behind while standing and having your breasts squeezed, pressed against her back. I caressed my clit and came, looking into the eyes of my new friend)