There's nothing like the joy of the holiday season. Festive decorations are everywhere and people seem to be kinder, happier and more thoughtful. I love the holidays as it gives me the opportunity to celebrate with friends. I work as a sales associate at one of the finer department stores at the mall and the holidays are especially hectic. Long hours combined with stressful shoppers who aren't sure what to buy loved ones makes for one tired gal at the end of the day.
I work in the mens department, so I always try to dress in a low cut top and tight skirt. It helps get the customers attention and when I smile and wiggle my ass, they get pretty engaged and wind up buying a little more than they usually planned on spending. I don't work on commission, but I like the idea of helping others.
Today, I'm wearing a tight red sweater that shows the tops of my big firm tits. With it, I'm wearing a mid-length black pencil skirt that hugs my curves delightfully. I have a pair of delicious black strappy . heels and I feel pretty sexy. I wore my thick blonde hair up in a bun today with little tendrils framing my face - I love that look. Makes me feel like a school teacher.
It's old in the store today, and I am wearing a lacey bra that allows my big, pink nipples to poke through. I love the feel of my hard nipples against the fabric, it makes my body tingle and I can feel the wetness between my legs. It's been awhile since I've gotten laid - I think I'm overdue.
It's mid morning and I'm straightening up the ties when a handsome fellow walks up to me and asks me if I can help him pick out a suit for a party. I noticed him across the department awhile ago, but did not approach him as I didn't want to be pushy. Instead, I glanced over at him every once in awhile to see if he looked confused. I liked that he was tall, with dark hair. He even had some scruff on his chin - like a 5 o'clock shadow, which I thought was incredibly sexy. I immediately wondered what that scruff would feel like rubbing against my sensitive nipples.
When he came up to me, I was lost in sexy thoughts of him, so when he said hello, I was a bit startled.
"Camille?" he was clearly reading my name tag. "Do you mind helping me look for a suit? I have to go to a party next weekend and need something sharp."
"Sure, it would be my pleasure. But please, call me Cami." I flashed him my brightest smile and I got one back in return. We spent some time talking about his style and what he was looking for. I pulled a few options from our inventory and asked him to meet me in the dressing room so we could see how they looked.
Now, the idea of this gorgeous man undressing just a few feet away from me was daunting. He was the hottest guy I'd seen in the store in some time. The fact that I hadn't been with anyone in months didn't help. I was horny as hell and needed to get fucked hard. My already hard nipples were pressing against my top - pushing and aching to be sucked on, played with, take care of. I was literally aching.
As I brought him the samples, he had already undressed down to his briefs and for a slight moment i was mesmerized by his beauty. He was rock solid and had a perfect body.
"Cami, you don't have to leave when I try these on. It might be more helpful if you stayed and helped me get in and out of these. Might make it faster."
"That's not really company policy," i responded. I wanted to stay more than anything, but I was afraid of risking my job. It was in that moment that he took the tip of his forefinger and gently caressed the tops of my breasts, tracing the edge of the sweater as it dipped between my cleavage and then back up to the top.
