A Fantasy - Swinging
Shop Assistance
I was browsing the mens wear shops on a particularly slow, late night. The attendant asked if I needed any assistance and I smiled back and told her I’d know what I wanted when I come across it. She replied the usual way “Well if you do need any assistance, I’ll be happy to help you”. It was the sparkle in her eye that made my chest skip a beat, and the quick glance she made at the change rooms.
Continuing to look at the clothes racks, I couldn’t resist a glance back at her rack. She was older than me, but had sexy red lippy on her kissy lips. Her plunging top was restraining some nice tits and her lacy bra showed just an edge framing the cleavage. I saw her name badge: Catrina.
It was close to closing, and I grabbed some jeans off a rack to try on. “I’m not sure if I’ll fit into these – I might need you in a few minutes!”.
Her cheeks seemed to blush at that as I went to the change room.
“Let me see now!” she said, parting the curtain. Her eyes went straight to my cock, which had a semi from the sexual tension. “That’s gonna be a tight fit!”
Catrina cupped my balls and massaged my semi to full mast. She dropped on it like a bird of prey and gorged on it as if it was her last meal. A few quick bobs of her head and I was as hard as a rock. I could see red lippy on the base of the shaft as she looked up with some serious “fuck me please” doe eyes.
I pushed Catrina lightly back against the wall and pawed at her mound. Going down on her, I saw that her pussy was soft and supple with great lips to nibble on. Her labia sprang back as I teased them to full extension. She let out little mews of pleasure each time. Her mews became moans as my tongue probed her hardening clit.
I was surprised that for a woman in her 40s she had a clean shaven snatch with a delicious musky smell and with just a runway of hair to where her bikini-g topped.
I moved up to suckle on her pert nipples and my cock grinded on her mound. She bucked towards me as my rod filled her. I could feel her pussy tighten and milk my cock – taking in every bit of cum.
My cum oozed from Catrina’s pussy onto the carpet as I sat back and looked her over. She scooped it back with her middle finger, as if not to waste a drop and rubbed in like it was a beauty cream. I helped her replace her bikini-g which quickly sopped through with love juice leaving a wet patch.
Catrina pashed me deep and long as I stepped out of the change room. I left with the scent of her perfume and a smear of lipstick on the corner of my mouth.
As I looked back, I seen her bed-hair and smoky mascara starting to mist. She knows I’ll be back to fuck her again…
Continuing to look at the clothes racks, I couldn’t resist a glance back at her rack. She was older than me, but had sexy red lippy on her kissy lips. Her plunging top was restraining some nice tits and her lacy bra showed just an edge framing the cleavage. I saw her name badge: Catrina.
It was close to closing, and I grabbed some jeans off a rack to try on. “I’m not sure if I’ll fit into these – I might need you in a few minutes!”.
Her cheeks seemed to blush at that as I went to the change room.
“Let me see now!” she said, parting the curtain. Her eyes went straight to my cock, which had a semi from the sexual tension. “That’s gonna be a tight fit!”
Catrina cupped my balls and massaged my semi to full mast. She dropped on it like a bird of prey and gorged on it as if it was her last meal. A few quick bobs of her head and I was as hard as a rock. I could see red lippy on the base of the shaft as she looked up with some serious “fuck me please” doe eyes.
I pushed Catrina lightly back against the wall and pawed at her mound. Going down on her, I saw that her pussy was soft and supple with great lips to nibble on. Her labia sprang back as I teased them to full extension. She let out little mews of pleasure each time. Her mews became moans as my tongue probed her hardening clit.
I was surprised that for a woman in her 40s she had a clean shaven snatch with a delicious musky smell and with just a runway of hair to where her bikini-g topped.
I moved up to suckle on her pert nipples and my cock grinded on her mound. She bucked towards me as my rod filled her. I could feel her pussy tighten and milk my cock – taking in every bit of cum.
My cum oozed from Catrina’s pussy onto the carpet as I sat back and looked her over. She scooped it back with her middle finger, as if not to waste a drop and rubbed in like it was a beauty cream. I helped her replace her bikini-g which quickly sopped through with love juice leaving a wet patch.
Catrina pashed me deep and long as I stepped out of the change room. I left with the scent of her perfume and a smear of lipstick on the corner of my mouth.
As I looked back, I seen her bed-hair and smoky mascara starting to mist. She knows I’ll be back to fuck her again…
