Amanda surveyed her store from the register as Sunday afternoon slowly wound itself down. The last couple of hours were always the quietest and she was finishing her week's paperwork. She had sent the last person home about an hour before as the mall became quieter and soon she would be closing up. A text came in from her husband, home with the kids. He always texted her about now; he knew it was quiet and that she wasn't busy, and that she loved the distraction.
As they texted back and forth she went into the back and took selfies for him; he returned with the cock shots that she loved. it was a game they had been playing for years and both found it very satisfying.
Amanda came out of the dressing room area a few minutes later, having been alerted by the motion sensor that someone was in the store. She saw a man there, well-dressed and clearly nervous. The glint of his wedding ring caught the store lights and she knew why he was there.
She came up to him. "Can I help you find something?"
"I need a birthday present for my wife," he stammered. "I'm afraid I'm a little out of my depth here."
Amanda smiled disarmingly and told him not to worry. She began to ask him questions about her, like what colors and styles he liked. His self-assurance returned and their conversation began to flow more easily. Finally she asked "what is her body type? Is she slim, like her?" Amanda pointed at one of the models on a poster. "or her?" she pointed at another, more voluptuous woman. She smiled at him.
He turned very red again. "She's built more like... like you." He fumbled with his phone and showed her a couple of pictures. "See.. this is how she looks. Like this and like...this, and like this...oh shit." He had flipped through the photos too quickly and showed Amanda one of his wife sucking his cock.
Amanda's eyebrows went up but she didn't say anything. She flushed and felt her clit sparking. She raised her eyes to his and said a little more playfully than she intended, "It happens, you know. My husband and I have our share of them too. We learned not too long ago to just...keep them a little better separated from each other." She laughed. "May I see it again?" He flushed but scrolled over to it. She looked over at it and up at him. "May I...?" He looked confused. "Go to the next pic, I mean." He nodded, his eyes, wide. Amanda scrolled to the next picture and the next. One was of her on top of him. Her heavy breasts and thighs were evident and Amanda felt her cunt starting to swell. The next was a clip of her jacking his cock. He had a nice one, a little thicker than her hub's but with a distinct curve to one side.
Amanda shook her head and smiled up at him. "Sorry. I got carried away." He nodded and smiled back at her. "So," she said. "Right. She and I would wear similar things. We can put some of these back and look at some more of these." She led the way, suddenly very conscious of how her own curves were now being observed. She suggested a few more things to him, which he agreed to, and she brought them back to the counter.
"Now," she said to him brightly. "I don't think you want all of these. Let's narrow it down to a few choices and then we can figure them out, okay?" He nodded again and a few minute later they had a very nice little pile of things. "These are very pretty," she said to him. "You have a good eye." He blushed and stammered his thanks.
Amanda felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. "Excuse me," she said. "One minute." It was her husband. She texted to him that she was with a male customer buying things for his wife. "That's nice," hubs texted back. She then told him what she had accidentally seen, which as she put it "was awkward, but her body is a lot like mine, so I can pick for her better." She saw that he was typing, and then stopping, then typing again, before his reply came back: "You should model them for him," followed by a wink. "We'll see," she texted back, also with a wink.
Amanda came back out. He was standing there, texting with his wife. "She's just asking me to stop on the way home and get some things" Amanda smiled at him and waited for him to finish. "Okay," he said. "Sorry."
"Don't worry," Amanda said. "I was texting with my husband too." She laughed. "So. What do you want to do with these?" He looked at the pile, thinking. She walked to the side of the register and held one up against her. "What do you think of this one?" His eyes lit up. "Or this one?" She asked him?
He smiled at her. "Not.. sure."
She smiled back. "We have two more to look at. Are you ready?" He nodded. She held up one and he shook his head.
"No, I don't think so."
"Okay, then we will set it aside. How about...this one? I like this one. It's very pretty." It was too. Jewel-green silk, spaghetti straps and low cut in front and back. Amanda held it up and it came to just the tops of her thighs. "I like this one a lot. Show me one of her pictures again."
He pulled up one of the ones of her bent over a balcony rail. Amanda studied it. He flicked the next pic over and it was the same pic, only this time she was in a thong and a tank top. Amanda studied it and looked over at him. He was less nervous; he was picking up on Amanda's vibe too. He cleared his throat and said to her "How can you be sure?"
Amanda looked at her watch; the store was officially closing in a few minutes. "Wait here," she told him. She hurried around the store, quickly straightening up and putting things way. She was opening in the morning and they could deal with the rest then. She hurried back over to him. "Where were we?"
"I was asking you how you could be sure. I guess I could buy it and she could return it if she wanted?"
