It's your average busy Saturday at a downtown Manhattan Hollister. People coming and going, browsing more than buying of course. I'm currently stationed at the annoying post of opening up dressing room doors for customers who don't understand why I need a count of what they are bringing in there. I'm playing around on my phone when I notice one of our "regulars" walk into the front door. She's around 19 years old and loves to try on clothes, but rarely buys anything.
We have exchanged few words, mainly "hello" or "third door on your right", all of the normal stuff a clerk would say to a customer. Little does she know I watch her with great enthusiasm each time because I frequently masturbate to the thought of her hard body riding my dick. She's around 5'5" and a tight little package. Her eyes can hold anyone's gaze and stop an elephant in their tracks and her lips are full and luscious; kissing her must feel like kissing a cloud.
I can only imagine, and I have, her lips wrapped around my hard cock or sucking on my neck while she jerks me off. I can even imagine she would be sought after by the ladies with her soft lips, she could gently kiss a woman on her inner thigh working her way up to the wet mound of a pussy and ever so slightly plant her lips on the exposed clit.
Today she is wearing a cute little tank top exposing her perfect perky C cup tits for everyone to see. I always pretend she dresses up just for me and has matching bra and panties on she knows I love. As she struts around the store her tits bounce ever so slightly causing my dick to twitch, I can't wait for her to hit the dressing rooms so I can get a better look. As if she knew I watch her every time she comes in she is also wearing a short little black pleated skirt. Although the skirt is fairly short to begin with it sits higher up in the back because of her perfectly tight and round ass. What I would give to just reach out and grab it.
As if she can hear my thoughts she bends over ever so slightly in my direct line of view for a shirt on the bottom rack. This causes her skirt to rise just enough that I get a private showing of the tight ass I yearn for. At this point I'm working with a dick at half-mast in my pants and worrying about other people seeing the bulge in my pants. I realize that I don't even know her name although she has screamed out mine within my fantasies many times.
She walks past the racks that are on the sides of her in slow motion and I watch her every step as she draws closer to me. She stops abruptly and just near enough that I can smell her perfume freshening the air. Because I'm so deep in a daydream I notice her lips moving to say, "can you help me, please?".
The reality of my job hits me in the face and I come to, slowly counting her items and showing her to her room. It's a tight squeeze between the wall and the door, so upon opening the door she moves into the doorway lightly pushing up against me. She brushes her perky breasts up against my chest and lets out an "oopphh" as she squeezes by. I have to catch my breath for a minute before coming out of the dressing room and give my lower half the chance to calm down.
I head back to my post to go over all the events that just took place. Before I can even start daydreaming again another girl just as cute wearing shorts and a tank asks me, "did my friend come in here?" She begins to describe the girl I have been lusting over who is currently in room five. Her friend walks past me and to my surprise opens room five to join her friend, guess I'll never truly understand women.
Shortly after I hear over the loud speaker that the store will be closing in thirty minutes. I stand there and watch as most of the customers leave and the only customer now in my section is in room 5. I walk to the back to inform the girls they are now on a time limit. I get to their door and right before I'm about to knock I hear kissing. Obviously I'm not sure at first, but then I lean in a little more and can hear the girl's soft moans and whispers of little sexy nothings.
I'm so close to the dressing room door that I don't realize my shoes are now visible on the other side. All of a sudden all noise ceases from inside the room, then I hear a quick back and forth and the door creaks open. The girl I have been sexually pining after is standing there in matching bra and panties, her body just as curvy as I had hoped and imagined. Her olive toned skin, beautiful cleavage, wide hips, and strong legs all there for me to see putting me quickly into a speechless trance. Lucky for me she wants to do anything but talk and takes one look at the growing erection in my pants pulling me in to the room and locking the door behind.
